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The Blood
03:39
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O Lord, the blood, the blood
Can you see it? The blood, the blood
‘Cause it was mine, and now it’s hers
So I crawled in the dirt, hoping you would make me new
And my glassy eyes started to run
That all my time had come to this,
My white knuckles my swinging fists
And the thought of all I have to overcome
I’ll pass my wounds to another, I’ll pass my wounds along
‘Cause it was mine, and now it’s yours
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Hey Now
04:30
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My girl, she’s a hard one, yeah I have no doubt
She’s got a perception that I can’t figure out
Some days it’s electric but sometimes it’s a joke y’no
That we can’t seem to make it work like all the other folk
And I said “Why do we always seem to be here?”
And she said “Why do you always have to be there?”
Well isn’t it clear?
Hey now, can’t you just come here and settle down?
Hey now, life is so much clearer on the ground
My girl, the dreamer of spaces in between
She tells me that she’s high on life but I have never seen
One day she believes it and knows it in her soul
She clings to scraps of past and faded love to make her whole
And she says “Don’t leave me here, ’cause I can’t bear
To eyeball myself when you’re not here.
All this common ground we used to share,
We’ve ripped it away by the things that we’ve learned to fear.”
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In The Middle
04:05
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I want more than a common goal, growing old, killing time
Wake me up to the miracle of being alive
‘Cause you’re not in the fire, you’re not in the rushing wind
I’ll find you in the rhythm hidden in the sound within
This noise we’re making – I’m caught in the middle of it
I’m caught in the middle of this sound of petrol on the fire
I want more than another line of right and wrong scratched in my mind
And if life is just a commodity it’s something you can sell to me, right?
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Preacher Man Death
04:05
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Preacher Man Death, preach to me all that you know, stand tall and sing me your song
Preacher Man Death, I’ve got a feeling that I should have been listening all along
‘Cause I’ve been living with my eyes half shut…
But I can see you now
Standing ready at my door
With your skinny black tie
And I hear your call for breathing well
And living like I’m ready to die
Preacher man death, can’t decide if I’m terrified or just wide eyed when I see it all gets taken away
Preacher man death, just send the thunder from your pulpit – don’t you ever let this mind of mine go astray
‘Cause I’ve been living with my eyes half shut…
It all sounds the same when you’re standing on the edge again
You can clutch at straws of fame and hope we don’t forget your name
And to all of us now gathered here, the 30 second souls
Will we listen to this preacher man before we turn cold?
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Armour
04:04
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I’m standing up slowly and finding my feet
In a world without you
Silence is easy but it won’t help me sleep
In a world without you
I wish you could stay ’cause you were the best of my armour
And today I couldn’t find the words
But hey, if I’m losing the best of my armour
I’d rather be broken.
Peace when it finds me…
How long ’til it makes it here?
You were my compass, you
Now how can I go anywhere?
Lament, lament – the years are running through my head…
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6. |
Anyway
03:33
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You are a dark little star – the good life has made you the way that you are
And all of the culture inside is a sinister mistress that you know to hide
Like anything aggravating, anything real
‘Cause the world’s just a joke ’til we all turn to smoke
And anyway, can we talk about
Anything worth having it out for?
Something to make us look smart?
Just not my heart…
I can build four walls of words, so high you won’t know a thing that you’ve heard
And I know they’re all paper thin, but at least I don’t have to let anyone in
And I’m happy waiting for someone to blame
‘Cause the world – they don’t get it, watch us forget
A white-washed tomb, the last kid in the room
To sit down, to sit down and give up the act
And anyway, can we talk about
Anything worth having it out for?
Something to make us look regal and hard?
Something to let us forget who we are?
Something to make us look smart?
Just not my heart…
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[slade]
02:59
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Jerusalem
03:49
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Bury your dead a little longer
Mark their graves
‘Cause those to come won’t remember our names
No, ’cause it’s all metastatic, baby
We’re not yet home
And in the end we’re all wearing out on our own
But with a great, great sigh of relief
We’ll say goodbye to this ancient grief
Singing ‘O Jerusalem!’
Your day is new in the morning
But it’s lost by night
As we drown this world in our artificial light
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Dirty Little Fights
04:57
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This is the song that I always sing on my own
When the deluge of action is gone, and nobody’s here
And now I’m alone, I don’t know what I mean when I say “home”
When I don’t even know where I’m from, or anywhere near
These dirty little fights I know, they bleed my air from me
I take them everywhere I go saying “Oh, just to be loved and to learn how to be.”
In the passing of time, in the build up of dross in my mind
Back-tracking black patterns inside
Is there any part of me still here?
And you fall on your face for it
This life has been dragging you down
And you fall on your face for it
‘Cause nothing will ever be enough.
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Julia
04:28
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Julia, she had a way with words
And every time she spat ‘em out they were the best lines I’d ever heard
But not one sentence could save us from what we had done to ourselves
And I knew then I’d be walking on shells
And I’d be pleading “Don’t go, don’t you go”
Julia, she could get inside of my brain
But despite how she knew me, we were just too much for love to sustain
And though we had clever devices and new ways to look at ourselves
I knew then I’d be walking on shells
And I’d be pleading “Don’t go, don’t you go”
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11. |
Citadel
04:48
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I’ve been talking in dead ends now
I’m all out of words
I’ve been listening to white noise
And I don’t know what I’ve heard
Well my mind’s a mess when there’s no one left to lean on
And everyone has danced with the enemy
Be my citadel, be my one true place of rest
And when my eyes have both grown tired and I can no longer give my best
Be my citadel
I’ve been building on sand again
I’ve built this house alone
If you could reach me, if you could teach me
To find my way to stone
Well my mind’s a mess ’cause there’s no one left to lean on
And all of us have danced with the enemy
I’ll pass my wounds to another, I’ll pass my wounds along…
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[shift] New Zealand
[shift] are a four-piece alternative rock band from Auckland, NZ. Their debut album, The Traveller features powerful rhythmic songs like "The Blood" and "Preacher Man Death", soulful tune "Armour" and punchy rock single "In The Middle".
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