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Pull Of The Moon
03:46
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With in your hand your overcoat,
you promise to never go.
But then you took the early train,
you left in the rain.
Don’t leave on the light,
if you don’t want to come back home,
no more.
On the pavement you will sway,
with your black hair turned to grey.
And in your scarf you will sigh my name,
but the stars are not to blame.
Don’t leave on the light,
if you don’t want to come back home,
no more.
The pull of the moon,
makes us wither and bloom.
The light blurs my sight,
and there is noting left for me to do,
then close my eyes and wait for you.
Why would you leave on the light,
if you don’t want to come back home,
no more,
no more,
if you don’t want to come back no more.
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The leaves are falling down,
between my feet on the ground,
I search for love.
The leaves are falling down,
between my feet on the ground,
I search for trust.
I stare into the night,
and I wonder how it would look if you cried.
I gaze into the night,
and I wonder how it would look if I died.
‘Cause I cannot breathe with you on top of me,
and your dry eyes need release.
You’re the boy who cries outside his eyes.
You’re asking me to be kind.
You’re the boy who cries outside his eyes.
Promise me I won’t die,
inside your mind,
inside your mind,
inside your mind,
inside your mind.
So turn off the lights,
and let me linger a bit longer in the night.
Don’t turn on the lights,
let me linger a bit longer in this night.
Oh, let me stay here,
in this peace of mind.
Let me bathe here,
they say love is blind.
But let me stay here,
in this war of mine.
Oh, let me bathe here.
I’m free.
You’re the boy who cries outside his eyes.
You’re asking me to be kind.
You’re the boy who cries outside his eyes.
Promise me I won’t die,
inside your mind, (promise me I won’t die)
inside your mind, (promise me I won’t die)
inside your mind, (promise me I won’t die)
yes inside your mind.
You are the boy who cries, who cries,
who cries, outside his eyes.
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I lost my name a while ago.
I guess your ear took the word in apology,
that ever since, the rain is on my roof constantly.
And that I try to keep the garden green,
though the tiles, they make me feel blue.
My brush in paint lost its colour over you.
I’m sitting on the doorstep without a name,
laughing ‘till I cannot breathe without a frame.
I thought we would last, I hoped for better days.
But our house collapsed, she lost her name.
Corpses stare at me,
when I attempt to catch the sky in my hand,
just to see if I can hold, what they think I can’t.
For the one who stares out of the window,
will never see a glancing face,
by the reflection of the mind that weighs.
I’m sitting on the doorstep without a name,
laughing ‘till I cannot breathe without a frame.
I thought we would last, (laughing ‘till I cannot breathe)
I hoped for better days. (without a frame)
But our house collapsed, (I thought we would last)
she lost her.. (I hoped for better days)
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4. |
Breaking My Throne
03:38
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Lost soul.
Scattered in dust.
What’s happening.
Must what must.
Lost soul.
Scattered in dust.
My heart is aching.
Must have trust.
My heart is breaking,
it’s aching my soul.
My heart is aching,
it’s breaking my throne.
My heart is breaking,
it’s aching my soul.
My heart is aching,
it’s breaking my throne.
Black hole.
Scattered in your heart.
What’s happening.
Tore me apart.
Black hole.
Scattered in your heart.
My heart is aching.
Piece of my art.
My heart is breaking,
it’s aching my soul.
My heart is aching,
it’s breaking my throne.
My heart is breaking,
it’s aching my soul.
My heart is aching,
it’s breaking my throne.
My heart is breaking,
it’s aching my soul.
My heart is aching,
it’s breaking my throne.
My heart is breaking,
it’s aching my soul.
My heart is aching,
it’s breaking my throne.
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5. |
Am I Alone
05:04
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The door was open for everyone,
but only you entered without an excuse.
And you taught me nothing but living life,
and acknowledge someday our body dies.
Now the locks are broken and I force myself,
to enter rooms I’m afraid of.
Where the walls are cold, but not as cold as our hands.
I paint the sky above the strange hilled land.
Am I alone.
Am I alone.
You left me no presents or wise words to quote,
just a simple memory of living.
And without the will to even try,
for explaining us kissing goodbye.
The yellow stone in the sky,
greets the pale every morning.
And to hold my hand is all I ask of life,
stuck in my chest there is a hunting knife.
Am I alone.
Am I alone.
Oh, the paper on the wall is fading,
and there is no one left to talk to.
On the wooden floor, I will dance some more,
with the memory I have of you.
The door was open for everyone,
but only you entered without an excuse.
And you taught me nothing but living life,
and acknowledge someday our body dies.
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He said ‘I want to come back in your smile,
but let me be away for a while.
I’ve got the devil in my shoes,
but there will always be a me and you.
I can’t live up to those hundred wishes,
of keeping my house clean and doing the dishes.
I’ve got the devil in my shoes,
but there will always be,
oh there will always be,
a me and you.
So marry another man,
but please love me.
For I cannot help myself,
to get my soul free.
I’ve got the devil in my shoes,
but there will always be,
oh there will always be,
a me and you.
a me and you.’
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7. |
Like a Deer
04:39
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Lady down the road,
can you tell me where to go,
you’re making love now to my man.
And I run, run, run, run ‘till I drown,
I’m going under wearing my crown.
Boy you can keep me from my downfall,
I think that I’m the one you should call.
But now you’re in awe,
with the lady sitting on my seesaw.
You keep on hunting my love.
You keep on hunting my love.
You keep on hunting my love.
I’m like a deer you killed with your spear of love.
Do you like to see me cry?
When you decide to stay,
the lady sultry leads the way,
and she whispers sweet betray.
You can fly like a dove,
but on a jet plane you left my love.
And even though the road is long,
I can see where you went wrong.
Cause now you’re in awe,
with the lady sitting on my seesaw.
You keep on hunting my love.
You keep on hunting my love.
You keep on hunting my love,
I’m like a deer you killed with your spear of love.
Do you like to see me die?
Green leaves appear in the night,
they will swallow the dark.
Green leaves appear in the night,
they will swallow the dark.
You, with your silent talk,
I like to watch you.
Why should I feel sorry for you,
with your dressed up company,
while I’m sitting all alone in my room?
You keep on hunting my love.
You keep on hunting my love.
You keep on hunting my love.
I’m like a deer you killed with your spear of love.
I’m like a deer you killed with your spear of love.
I’m like a deer you killed with your spear of love.
Do you like to see me die?
Lady down the road,
please tell me where to go,
and stop making love to my man.
I’ll swim, swim, swim, swim, I shall not drown.
I’m like an old queen stuck to her crown.
And boy I can keep you from your downfall,
I think that I’m the one you should call.
But now you’re in awe with the lady sitting on my seesaw.
Yeah, now you’re in awe with the lady sitting on my seesaw.
So, now you’re in awe with the lady sitting on my seesaw.
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8. |
Time is Slow
04:24
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The smell of pain lingers on,
my naked body longs for sun.
And the trees look sadder than before,
their branches almost touch my bathroom floor.
I see the yellow curtains on the side,
in which the sun shyly hides.
For seven days in a row,
I’ve been sitting in my club chair.
Time is slow without you.
And as I poor hot water for my bath,
the sea creatures cross my path.
And they tell me secrets about you.
tales of kissing Donna.
My lips are blue.
And there is a sparrow in my window frame,
who keeps asking for my name.
Oh but it seems just too long ago,
I can’t recall the sound no more.
Time is slow without you.
Oh, without you.
Without you.
Oh my love,
Without you.
Without you.
O my love,
Without you.
Without you.
Oh my love,
Without you.
Without you.
The smell of pain lingers on,
my naked body longs for sun.
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Hare and I Dordrecht, Netherlands
Hare and I an alter ego of the Dutch singer and songwriter Birgit de Priester. Her music has links to nu-folk, electro-folk
and free-folk. She makes intimate music captured in an experimental way of songwriting and sound making.
Hare and I reminds of Hanne Hukkelberg and Emiliana Torrini, with a voice that lies in between the young Joni Mitchell, Laura Marling and Joanna Newsom.
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