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2245
03:31
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2245
Another hour is passing by
A fan is turnig 'round the clock
The dripping faucet takes the time
Here, 2245
Out around only useless eco-lights
A siren annoys the sleep of the spiders
Too tired to weave other broken webs
'Round, 2245
A shot into nothing has pumped my heart
Cocaine into my veins, I only have the Kroger bread
To keep calm my upset mind
Out, 2245
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2. |
Blacksmith
04:10
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Blacksmith
The blacksmith works all day long
she melts iron with her thoughts,
her heart hard beats with the flame
despite the deaf smithy cage.
But something isn't burning right
nor a circle gets out bright
no dragon, castles or a perfect sword
is accepted by the mob,
the Mother's law.
Temerijs watches her young life
trying to keep the devil away a mile
he jesy wants to clear her mind
so her fingers work so tight.
But something isn't burning right
nor a circle gets out bright
no dragon, castles or a perfect sword
is accepted by the mob,
the Mother's law.
Keep your tears straight to your eyes
let the Temerijs guides you tonight
no one can judge your beatin' hammer
a perfect strike, like a drummer.
But something isn't burning right
nor a circle gets out bright
no dragon, castles or a perfect sword
is accepted by the mob,
the Mother's law.
Don't you worry to be fool,
their knees will always crawl,
they are alone and goons.
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3. |
Spring Of The Leaf
04:51
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Spring Of The Leaf
Listen' to the rain, it's raining hard today
looking for the sun, I'm waiting for tomorrow
I don't know who I am, tell me it if you can
Cause I do know nothing anymore
Lookin' in your eyes I see the green green land
my nature's come to light, but I don't know if I can
Float in my dreams as they were real
Cause I don't know myself anymore
I don't know myself anymore
A leaf on the ice, but you cannot burn
a wave kissing and soaking every piece of sand
the wind slapping all trees on his way
and the ground where my feet still remain
The ivy can grow up without the pouring’ rain
it closes all inside: grey, hope and chance
I’ll just let ‘em go, knocking at that door
I don’t know my self anymore
A leaf on the ice, but you cannot burn
a wave kissing and soaking every piece of sand
the wind slapping all trees on his way
and the ground where my feet still remain
A leaf on the ice, but you cannot burn
a wave kissing and soaking every piece of sand
the wind slapping all trees on his way
and the ground where my feet still remain
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4. |
Red Stone
04:14
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Red Stone
Jamie was swingin' round the paper of an old book stand
wonderin' why all the pages are yellow memories
with a strong black hand
and no one cares.
Ted was walking on the other side
with a sweet and colorful praline
asking himself, like a child turns man,
how something so good
can be so hard.
What we got is what we let
have a place in our minds.
Where have u been for this long time?
Now I got it in my bag.
At the corner they look at the same bright light
try to catch that old red stone
and the old man said to them “don't you worry about it,
everybody's got one
to carry on.”
They went down to yellow quite bay,
dangling them feet over the dock
thinking about where, after winter, the snow goes,
bringing with her
black eyes and cold.
What we got is what we let
have a place in our minds.
Where have u been for this long time?
Hand in hand they went down to the wild forest back
and sat down in a bed of snow
waiting for the winter's end,
they fell asleep and then,
they faded away.
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Oak&TheMerrow London, UK
Oak&TheMerrow is an acoustic duo born in 2016 in Palermo (Sicily, Italy).
Since they met they started singing and
telling old and well-known images along with new and original stories.
Their interest takes root in the ancient nordic folk full of myths and legends till the modern English and American songwriting.
They are currently based in London (England, UK).
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