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Afterglow
04:08
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What if we would not forget
What if we would not regret
Could we feel the same
Would I need you the same
Shouldn't we just count on it?
To feel it again?
For in between the dawn and red afterglow
Lies the chance for us to be free
For in between the dawn and red afterglow
Lies the chance for the world to see
The beauty of it all
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60 years
Was all we got
Some liberation
An "equal" shot
Or so we thought
As Mum and Dad retired
With the TV on
The disenchantment choir
I walk the streets, these dead end streets
My head aglow, wanna go, where no man should go
The fight is fixed
And happiness
Is a dimmer grin
The thick is thin
Let's begin
Let's begin
No rights
No peace
Tonight
We won't sleep
No sleep
This is War
It always was
From a bitter field, A better deal
The workers' cause
In highrise and in pit
We give our lives to it
In highrise and in pit
For as far as the eye can see
From them to you to me
And further than the eye can see...
Suffer that
Suffer that a while
But hold on
Until your chest explodes
What's right is right...
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One Of These Nights
05:38
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Spring had come and the last snow was black with dirt and poison.
People everywhere seemed slow,
and behind their sunglasses
they were hiding the hollowness that one too many winters leave in everyone.
The days passed slowly yet darkness came fast
and, while the thin coffee in his dirty cup went from cool to cold,
he sat quietly and rolled another cigarette. It always got so quiet then.
Once again, he would watch the ceiling and dream about freedom,
hoping to see the past and the future in some perfect wedding march.
If only he could really close his eyes,
he could live in a dream and not in this constant fear of never really being awake.
"Do you miss me", she said.
But he can only hear the surface of things. He's unaware of the true absence of her voice.
Her eyes would forever shine to him as he sees her blowing him a kiss from a train.
Maybe one of these nights she'll finally step down from that giant ghost and whisper:
"Come on, let's dance."
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And through the noise
I heard
A voice lose its heart and
Hum the words to my favorite song
'Bout falling down
'Bout falling down
"The heart may beat
But it beats retreat
To where false steps and dead ends lead"
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7pm
11/22
You smiled at me
I smiled at you
I pulled you close
By the riverside
The traffic hummed like jets and tanks
Below the sky
You said you'd been thinking
That a place with a garden would be nice
I said someday soon my love
I said it twice
And you turned with the falling sun
Hard in your eyes
When the brightest light I'd ever seen
Exploded from the cafe to the right
And just like that
I was thrown into the river
There was fire and chairs and broken glass
And a dust full of glitter
And I saw you drop
Like a cup from a table
And I howled with every sorrow in the world
as if it was able
To stop that moment
As if it would just rewind
When the horrors of another man
Swallowed mine
11/22
Was our anniversary
And 11/22
Will always be
The day that I lost you
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I returned to the city that once had a name
'Cause after what happened, it could not be the same
But in a rain swept alley
Your sweet scent seemed to pervade
The oppressive air
And the clocks ticked slowly
As if their hands were afraid
To run out of time
We haven't met for what seemed like forever
5 or 6 years must have gone by
I tried to forget - what a hopeless endeavor
Nevertheless, I avoided your eyes
As if the halcyon past we had dreamed away
was something to think of "only some day"
And in the dead of an endless summer's night
I caught a glimpse of what once seemed eternal
And underneath the stars which lost their light
That once seemed infernal
I reminisced about a long lost future
In which the halcyon past we had dreamed away
Was something to think of "maybe one day"
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Jaded
04:09
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It's been twelve weeks
And all the grief
They always bragged but lied about
Had left the streets
We used to drive and walk around
And just dark deeds
Delight the eye
That's usually caught to mope around
Forbidding change
We used to dream, not doubt about
And soon the singing mourning doves
Escaped their world of make believe
And as there's silence from above
I'll leave behind what they deceived
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Like Wildfire
05:03
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And outside I still hear the screams
In the rustling of leaves
On a september's eve
I guess they are here
To say their farewell
To fall's first freeze
But also to tell
The forthcoming heat
Will spread like a fever
And strew ember
Of that day last november
With you by my side
All this darkness will be light
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Our Ceasing Voice Innsbruck, Austria
Austrian ambient rockers Our Ceasing Voice have always thrived on change. At the heart of their new sound are vocals as distinctive as the music itself: dark and poetic, dramatic and brave.
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