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Victory
03:12
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My childhood, lopsided, crumbs, trouble, clear-sighted and leaning up against the wall.
We'd Sellotape the apples back on while they were ripe, sticking to our story every time.
We stood there, same mischief, same background, shame-chagrin with hands behind our backs and our eyes faced down.
We'd celebrate the victory of buckets and doors, smiling all the way out the front door.
How I longed to hold her hand, how I longed to touch her face, how I longed to hear a sound, come from that phone, from far across the town.
That night when all went to hell I thought we'd never see the thorns pulled out of our poor old toes.
We'd imitate the noises that we thought we should make, shouting at the wind and our mistakes.
How I longed to touch her hand, how I longed to see her face, how i longed to hear a sound, come from that voice, from far across the land.
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Hearts
04:19
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t’s not the same, as it was, the last time I was here, there were hedges and cars.
There were people in their homes saying prayers
And through the fog, late at night, we would walk and we’d sing and give the kids a real fright. And go back home really late and steal some gin.
We’re second rate, our odds aren’t great, with no fortunes and no shares and no ring to our names.
But our words have been sharpened and we’re out for blood.
And our hearts have been misplaced in a secret location.
And we’ll leave them there for a while as we try to save this sweet, loving nation
Softly tear its heart, softly tear its heart, softly tear its heart.
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Ink
03:31
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I was crushed by a forty-foot man.
I didn't understand. I didn't see his hand.
I saw the cracks in the palm of his hand, as he squashed my head, as the soulless giant said…
da da da da da da da dar da da da.
I was lost in the cruelest of realms, when I saw your print and the little drops of ink,
that you left by the side of the road, where the elephants rode, where the orphan birds were sold.
da da da dar da da da dar da da da.
I will follow your scent to the end, to the end of this page, to the start of my old age.
And when the souls in the know concur, I will eat your stress and we'll be done with this mess.
da da da dar da da da dar da da da.
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There is no Way
03:40
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Hallowed be the suns that shun and shine their lack of a light.
I see the signs of their denial, I see the signs that something might happen on the tide that comes and goes both day and night, I see the sign of a smile, I see the signs we're back in style.
When the silence hits the wall, I'll look up and grace them all with a look that stands up straight and says yeah, there is no way there is no way.
When the silence hits the wall, I'll look up and grace them all with a look that stands up straight and says yeah, there is no way , there is no way.
Tombs and a rose in soft step,
calming aromas too,
The tones in the womb subside.
comes to a stop in toast of,
crowns in the clouds I see,
The tones in the womb subside.
When the silence hits the wall, I'll look up and grace them all with a look that stands up straight and says yeah, there is no way there is no way.
When the silence hits the wall, I'll look up and grace them all with a look that stands up straight and says yeah, there is no way , there is no way.
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Fools
04:41
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Salutary tongues that speak in turn. Waiting for their chance to make us yearn.
The sounds and emotions spreading thin, we’ll sink the float that would not let us win.
A solitary cheer that does not work. We cottoned on to all their taints and quirks.
And fled to the mountains on a whim, watching all the mess behind us sink.
And that’s no way to listen to our sonnet.
They’re buzzing like a bee inside my bonnet.
But the fools never listen to what I say.
They’ve copied all their lines into a prayer.
Fools, don’t listen to a word I say. Just look the other way.
I’m not saying I’ve got much to say. Just look the other way.
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Rats
03:42
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So I am, held up again, by a demon’s door.
I check the clock and it’s all ticked off as its shadow paints the floor.
My fallback plan didn’t turn out sound but I see a way out.
Damn those eyes and those gormless dice, and the cars dished out.
I hold my breath till the second gong and put the silver files back in the drawer.
Oh my lord, give me a second chance, give me a few more bars and a sword.
A soldier’s truth in a silent room doesn’t need more light.
The highlight of a day at work, I sell my soul to suit myself and the rats dress nice.
Take my hand, close your eyes and pray.
Take a summersault through the day.
Lift up that chin, let the light back in.
Let the tears from your pen and the drops from eyes circle in.
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Hauling
04:35
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Such a rage, you inspired.
Like we’re hauling land through the air.
Like the selfish men, we enquired.
Like the falling tree, we’re not there.
And there’s something in your eyes.
Like there’s a Molotov inside.
And the fools will have your gold
And throw sticks until you’re old.
Coming out to get you, setting up a trap
You dive, you dive, you dive, you dive.
Jumping over mountains, running over fire
You hide, you hide, you hide, you hide.
Such a rage, you inspired.
Like we’re hauling land through the air.
Like the selfish man, I’m tired.
Like the falling tree, I wasn’t there.
And there’s something in your eyes.
Like there’s a Molotov inside.
And the fools will have your head
And throw stones until you’re dead.
Count your stars, kick the tires.
Kill two birds, with your eyes.
Gather time, in your mind.
Count to three and start again.
Hold the truth in your arms
Make a wish on your terms
Kick the saints from your town
Count to three and start again.
I’m tired….
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Tape
04:32
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I will put my life on tape and hide it in a hole in the ground, safe and sound.
And if there’s nothing left to play it on when life has worn me down, well, I won’t mind.
I will keep the rest on disc and put you at the top of my list, you get the gist.
And if there’s no room left to store in on when life has torn me down, well, I won’t mind.
Hold me in the air, keep me in the sun, hold me on the line for time to come.
I will take what I can take and store it in the front of my mind, and hold up time.
I will carve myself in stone, and drive you to the end of the road, and put you on the walls of my home.
I will scrape what I can scrape, and hide it in the back of my mind, and carry it around with me while…
While the sand pulls hard on time and kills us for the time of its life, well, I won’t mind.
Hold me in the air, keep me in the sun, hold me on the line for time to come.
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A Road
04:15
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A road. A road.
This is swift hop to a clue with swings and roundabouts I glued
To photos made a century ago when this was history.
I spied a river and stole a road and took my words from stories told.
And borrowed more than I could store and washed those spirits from my door.
A road.
I shook my head and sold a joke and listened carefully as they spoke.
And soaked it up like cloth and milk and spat it out like strings of silk.
Your t's and i's, I failed to cook and sank the line they all mistook.
And gathered heat for yesterday but the sun the showed its head anyway.
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Island
03:19
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I stand close just close enough to see.
Your eyelids close and shutter up in front of what you see.
He pulls his gun and holds it up in fear.
Gladly there is no one left to back him up in here.
Your soul's an asylum, just like the 90's were.
This world is an island at my door.
I stand close just close enough to touch.
His arm as he walks by bearing those solid rusty cuffs.
His eyes say no i'm innocent I swear.
But I smell fear and feel his guilt inside that lonely stare.
My heart is an island off the coast of you, I'll follow you trail until I find you.
I reason with him, hold the picture, up at him but nothing seems to work.
My heart is an island, just off the coast of you, and i'll follow your trail until it takes we to you.
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No Fun
02:42
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Give us a sign, we've got all these dreams and we still don't know what to do.
We've been waiting for you to show for such a long time.
And there's no show and there's no show without you.
And there's no show without you.
Give us a break, we've got all these leads and we still don't know where to go.
We've been waiting for you to come for such a long time.
And there's no show and there's no show without you.
And there's no fun without you.
And don't go wasting your time
You'll find the clues at the end of the line.
And don't go wasting my time
You'll find the clues at the end of the line.
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Uniform Motion Midi-Pyrénées, France
Uniform Motion was an illustrated indie-folk band combining music with visual arts created by Andy Richards and Renaud Forestie in 2008.
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The Golden Fascination
by Richard Andrews
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A Raven in Summertime
by Cotton Aerials
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