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Rocketlauncher
04:01
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With a smile like a rocketlauncher
you blew me to smithereens
I slowly put the pieces back together
but nothing is the way it used to be
If my life is like a kind of jigsaw
I may have lost some bits beneath your bed
It doesn't mean I can't see the big picture
but the devil's in the details, as you said
See if you can guess just what I mean
See if you can guess just what I mean
With a smile like a rocketlauncher
you blew me to smithereens
I slowly put the pieces back together
but nothing is the way it used to be
the way it used to be
See if you can guess just what I mean
See if you can guess just what I mean
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2. |
Holly's Hands
03:10
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Your hands
Carry a beautiful softness
Along the coast with you
Along the coast with you
Exhausted, I walk next to you
Are we nearly where we're going yet?
Are we nearly where we're going yet?
Your lines fell across mine
On a trip made up of laughter
On a trip made up of light
Who can enjoy the moment
when everything comes to an end one day?
This is the challenge
being happy here and now
Your hands
Carry beautiful softness
Along the coast with you
Along the coast with you
Exhausted, I walk behind you
I admire your silhouette
I admire your silhouette
Who can enjoy the moment
When everything comes to an end one day?
We both know this is the challenge
Being happy here and now
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3. |
A work of art
03:45
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I wish I could appreciate a work of art
I always have to get real close, and tear it apart
I just can’t believe in beauty so true
I need to find, some fault in you
Well I had the David, but I threw him away
Said his head was too big and his skin was too hard
I rather shut him out right from the start
Than risk being left with another broken heart
I couldn’t see the beauty in his faults
so caught up with imperfections
I couldn’t see his affections
here was beauty in his faults
But I let him slip away
Cause I was too afraid
I’ve always found it easier to pick up and run
So you would’nt end up as a prize I hadn’t won
So if I back out first, and close the door
You’d be the one who's left wanting more
I couldn’t see the beauty in his faults
so caught up with imperfections
I couldn’t see his affections
here was beauty in his faults
But I let him slip away
Cause I was too afraid
You were a good man and true
And I made a fool out of you
I’ve never been one to wear my heart on my sleeve
But, please, please come back to me
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4. |
A Murder of Crows
04:28
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Your face is like thunder
A murder of crows
You're a storm cloud
about to explode
I want to ask
What I did wrong
I know to leave
Well alone
And hope it wasn't me, it wasn't me
I hope it wasn't me, it wasn't me
Your face is like thunder
A murder of crows
You're a storm cloud
About to explode.
I want to ask
what I did wrong
I know to leave
well alone
And hope it wasn't me, it wasn't me
I hope it wasn't me, it wasn't me
I'll leave you in the corner
With your nose in a book,
Leave you there to fume
And hope it wasn't me.
I hope it wasn't me...
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5. |
Tokyo
04:30
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You’re fantasizing about your life
I prefer to live mine
You’re fantasizing about your life
I thought I could trust you
I’ve got to face the truth
The truth just lasts a certain time
I feel like I’m in Tokyo
Even though didn’t go
I feel like I’m in Tokyo
I thought I could swim through
This ocean of fools
But I might be one of them
Swept away in the crowd
I can imagine myself
There at the crossing with an umbrella
Like in all those movies
I’ve seen too many movies
Walking through the lights
I feel like I’m in Tokyo
Even though I didn’t go
I feel like I’m in Tokyo
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6. |
S'Attacher
03:42
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Un mois d’avril, une brise tranquille
dans un pays étranger - la légèreté
Tes yeux me percent, tes rires me bercent
Ton insouciance, ton ignorance, cette arme
Il ne faut pas s’attacher
Pour ne pas chavirer
Tel du bois sur les flots
Se laisser emporter
Si on finit par s'en aller
À quoi bon s'amarrer ?
Mais tu sais, un bâteau
Parfois reste ancré
Ne serait-ce que pour une nuit
Appelons-le par son nom, appelons-le comme tu le sens
Ne serait-ce que pour une nuit
Je veux un peu de calme à bord
Un mois d’avril, le soleil filtre
Dans un pays étranger, cette légèreté
Indifférente, tes mots me blessent
Ton insouciance, ton ignorance, cette liberté
Il ne faut pas s’attacher
pour ne pas chavirer
Tel du bois sur les flots
Se laisser emporter
Si on finit par s'en aller
À quoi bon s'amarrer ?
Mais tu sais, un bâteau
Parfois reste ancré
Ne serait-ce que pour une nuit
Appelons-le par son nom, appelons-le comme tu le sens
Ne serait-ce que pour une nuit
Je veux un peu de calme à bord
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7. |
Cils
03:08
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Je ne sais pas
Je ne sais pas
Ce que je fais
Ce que tu fais là
Comment arrivent donc ces choses là
En une nuit
Je ressuscite
Tu es si belle
Ainsi lascive
Au ralenti
Nos corps s’animent
C’est enivrant
Comme hors du temps
L’ivresse des heures
Où l’on s’effleure
C’est bon c’est doux
C’est bon c’est doux
C’est bon c’est doux
C’est tout
Les draps se froissent
Des dunes de sable
Nos corps se lâchent
La peau se tâche
La nuit est blanche
Une avalanche
de bleus intense
de rouges sang
On ne se connaît pas
Je ne me lasse pas
De ces yeux là
Espiègles sur moi
Echange de fluides
Sueurs exquises
De toi à moi
C’est bon c’est doux
C’est bon c’est doux
C’est bon c’est doux
C’est tout
Une forêt
Une montagne
Un chemin vierge
De la route à faire
Troquer les murs
Changer de vue
Un battement
Juste un instant
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8. |
Self-Portrait
04:53
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My arms are heavy
My dark eyes getting deeper
Balancing helplessly, balancing helplessly
I stagger under the weight
Under the weight of what I am
What I’m becoming, what I’m becoming
I am lying, rolling and crawling
Rolling all over again
Trying to find a shelter in the bushes in Szechwan
Behind the trees of the Himalaya
Under the eternal rains of deserted cities
Where we meet our destiny
Weakly, on my own, I rise my boneless body
And observe myself, and observe myself clearly
In the reflection of someone else’s dream
And someone else’s nights become my nights
Someone else’s hands caress my hands
Am I dreaming or is your body still hanging on my back
Teasing me and turning me inside out
With a nervous twitch I collapse
Insecure and afraid I keep on tripping over
I should collect myself and continue
Haunted by the insipid smell of gasoline
I’m desperately seeking what I once found
In a dull sound of my shapeless cat-legged body
Feeling like the panda
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9. |
Who Knows?
05:19
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Walking on the streets I can see
Walking on the streets I can see
There’re no more smiles on people
They don’t know what it means
They forgot it all about it they forgot it all about it
Who knows what happened here?
Who knows what happened here?
I can’t grasp it I can’t understand it
I can’t grasp it I can’t understand it
Who knows what happened here?
There’s a woman down the valley
Her eyes are closed cause she worries
The little man that she carries
Gives her a smile
That she won’t see
She gazes at the sky through the green hills
Closing her eyes cause she’s lonely
Her memories feel so shaky
Just at her side
Death is speaking
Refrain
There’s an old man down the valley
Watching the child, he feels lonely
Cause once this country was so crazy
The blood of his sons on the city
There’s a young child down the valley
He’s laughing alive runs the city
Closing his eyes he feels happy
Cause only god knows where he’s hiding
Who knows what happened here?
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10. |
Fingers in Painting
07:15
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There is a question in your eyes
I feel the answer in mine
There is a question in my eyes
I see the answer in yours
Infinite silence
Depth in Tales (without speaking)
Learning when stars align
As if the mirror could reflect
A world of enchantment within
You live from your side, I from mine
A world of walking mirrors, collide
Fingers in painting
Follow no line
Fantasy breaking it's
Undone and so alive
Undone and so alive
Tell me today what is true
Tell me tomorrow another
Tell me today what is true
Tell me tomorrow another
I see us dancing in harmony
Won't it be like this forever ?
Won't it be like this ?
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A band rooted in the myriad sound possibilities of an instrument with heart : the Kantele. Its shimmering highs, groovy lows, and both acoustic and electric sounds drive and enhance the lyrics, sung in sonorous and dissonant harmonies, on finding one's way through relationships and places, natural, urban and metaphysical. Feather Feather will bring you a soulful, mood-uplifting experience. ... more
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