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Troy
04:28
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Wind’s crashing into the window frame.
Home becomes a foreign place.
You’re too close to feel safe.
Ain’t no hope, no love, no grace
Oh poor boy, how long you’ve been this way?
Hiding in the closet, counting down days.
Cause dad is angry after a few sips of wine.
One false move may put you on the line
Oh poor boy just run and run
Look for your own promised land.
And keep just one photograph
To remember who you are.
That’s the sad story of many poor boys
Boys like you, like me, like Troy.
Growing up with a gun in their hands.
One more day could be too late.
Oh poor boy just run and run!
Look for your own promised land.
And keep just one photograph
To remember who you are.
Oh poor boy just run and run!
Look for your own promised land.
And keep just one photograph
To remember who you are.
Who you are...
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2. |
Old Red Farm
04:18
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[Amazing longed childhood at the Old Red Farm.
I’ll keep you locked inside my heart.
All this love, all this freedom
we had when we were children will never come back,
come back alike].
Long car trips down to the Old Red Farm.
Wind brushing my cheeks. Won’t miss the symmetric town.
The antique radio is humming always the same songs.
What a great surprise to meet you after so long!
To meet you after so long...
Every summertime we took refuge in the barn.
We used to venture out seduced by invented yarns.
Remember a huge fort built with some bales of straw
and that innocent kiss as those watched on TV shows
The best thing about holidays was spending all my time with you
from Mondays to Sundays.
September was gone and my tears drowned in yours.
You fixed my eyes and sought a knife.
You were bound for the north. And carved our names inside a heart on the old red oak's bark at the Old Red Farm.
The best thing about holidays was spending all my time with you
from Mondays to Sundays.
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3. |
Lost
04:22
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How long? How long have you waited for?
To find anything real in what’s false.
Take my, take my hand and hold.
I will show you all you missed while you were lost.
The broken skies, the setting sun.
And lovers watching it.
Take off your shoes. Feel the earth under your feet
Get down on your skinny knees and shout loud.
We’ll clean our souls. They were marked in the past
But this time it will definitely be the last.
I can promise I’m always going to be with you.
Cause I'm not ready to feel in my veins that it was my fault
The broken hearts, the gloomy nights,
All that we left behind,
To bring back your warm smile
it was worth the sacrifice.
It’s not what you see, but what you feel
when you cannot explain it.
I can promise I’m always going to be with you.
Cause I'm not ready to feel in my veins that it was my fault
I can promise I’m always going to be with you.
Cause I'm not ready to feel in my veins that it was my fault
That it was my fault.
It was not my fault.
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4. |
Lorraine Brown
03:53
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Lorraine Brown, that was your name
I only curse my anchored shame.
Ain’t got no proofs about your mystery
when you left town, to work in a factory
I go up the mountain every day ‘til the sun dies.
and everyone tells me “Why are you wasting your time?”
But I’m pretty sure in the morning you will return.
Lorraine Brown, you left this town
I don’t know why, maybe that sound
Of loneliness and daily routine
Trust me, now I know what it means
I go up the mountain every day ‘til the sun dies.
And everyone tells me “Why are you wasting your time?”
But I’m pretty sure in the morning you will return.
That in the morning you will return.
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5. |
As Mom Said
05:09
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Well, I am still not too old
and you are not too young.
I was ordered to keep calm
and bite my tongue
All the sirens call at once.
It was hard to bear her crown.
Didn’t know how brave she was
until you broke down.
Even if pain rains on me
and drops turn into flames,
you will be my only one.
I’ll be proud to wear this name.
And if darkness seizes us
or the nightmares choke our souls,
I’ll protect you like I swore
and I swear once more.
‘You must always use the truth,
walk a mile in other’s shoes’.
Let’s wake the love we shared,
doing things as mom said.
‘And you must gather all your rage
to put a smile on the other’s face’.
Let’s wake the love we shared,
doing things as mom said.
Just remember all we learnt.
And do things as mom said.
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6. |
Little Escape
02:50
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YOUNG FOREST Spain
Young Forest are a band formed by Frank Berjim, Javier Herrero and Salvador
Daza. They are three Spanish musicians
united by wild music who use their
acoustic instruments (banjo, guitar, violin) and a unique vocal harmonies to create
their own style.
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