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Saving up for Sundays
04:12
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1) Saving up for Sundays
A drop of ink on a yellow leaf,
Blows up a tank on a page-less book.
I see a shrine of their shameless belief,
Swallowed whole by a scrupulous crook.
And I'm not time, not doing time, for a gaunt clue stuck in the sky.
And I'm not time, not doing time, not doing time.
We're saving up for Sundays,
That's when the owls come out and sing,
Following the sundown,
Happy to see the darkness rule again.
(Again) we hide the wide smile,
That's 'cause our teeth don't like the air.
Hurry through the wild spot,
Happy to see the Daylight come again.
And we're still saving up for Sundays,
That's when the owl came out to play,
Following the sun-down,
Happy to see the darkness rule again.
(Again) we hide the sad smile,
That's because our teeth don't like the air.
We hurry through the wild spots,
Happy to see the Daylight come again.
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2. |
Back up your Soul
03:36
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Convulsive state away from files of tricks they hide from our unholy eyes.
We start to home these stalks and wicked unread books whose sun will burn those lies.
All rise to the hum of sadness and sighs.
Emulsive state in play I see no need to hide from their unworthy eyes.
I start to slur my talks and vivid unsaid thoughts whose sun will burn those ties.
The false side of hope, back up your soul.
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3. |
Roll Over
04:58
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Home, surround the halo.
Held up to a clear night sky,
Smiling at the moon
Roll over
Soon, become the hero.
Down beyond the orbit of your sight,
Roll over.
Roll over,
Roll over soon.
Roll over,
Roll over soon.
Gently moving, scarcely born.
Sitting back to front on the top of the moon.
I say it's not happening and I'm falling asleep
Something has to budge before the end of the week.
And I smile expressionlessly.
And I smile expressionlessly.
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4. |
Storm Eye
04:16
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Sawn off shot home,
No one left to mop up.
Bright-eyed dull look,
The joke's on your book.
Standoff nearby,
A storm on it's way to look.
Storm-eye sulking,
The joke's on your book.
The sounds are like a calling, like an urging, like the screaming of the prey you watched in awe for hours in the previous life.
We'll get our fists out, 'cause there is nothing coming out of this hopeless southern call.
I'll show my wrist low, before their empty guts, there's something going foul.
We'll get our fists wet, 'cause there is nothing coming out of this hopeless southern call.
I'll show my wrist low, before their empty guts, there's something going foul.
Standoff nearby,
A storm on it's way to look.
Storm-eye sulking,
The joke's on your book.
The sounds are like a calling, like an urging, like the screaming of the prey you watched in awe for hours in the previous life.
I saw the sword I used to cut the stainless sheets and calling chords, good luck.
Sawn off shot home,
no one left to mop up.
Bright eyed dull look
The joke's on your book
The sounds are like a calling, like an urging, like the screaming of the prey you watched in awe for hours in the previous life.
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Dry Eyes
03:00
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Swamp stewing in the grass,
Where you wept.
You wipe your fingers clean of the tears
Your dry eyes for all to see.
Salty and blind,
And open wide
Grab a chair and catch a read,
Of your life and where it leads.
This story reveals this side of you,
The one you wished you never knew.
In this storm shore home,
Safe and secure.
In a mutant roar i follow you home,
With dry eyes for all to see.
Salty and blind,
And open wide,
Safe and secure,
With dry eyes for all to see
With dry eyes for all to see
With dry eyes for all to see
With dry eyes for all to see
Dry eyes for all to see
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Oskar
04:33
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Don't pick up, the fifth will be the last.
I know you know, our time has been a blast.
Don't pick up, it's too late.
Don't be scared I'll be home soon.
I have a mission for you, the clues are in your arms
I'm sure gonna miss you, the keys are in the jar.
Don't pick up, it's too late.
Don't be scared I'll be home soon.
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The Black Box
04:18
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An old man in a frame, throwing eyes at me in a vain, and he cries himself awake.
While a big sister in a train, says 'I am never coming back', and she cries herself awake.
A great uncle hits the screen, exit hope and all his dreams and they cry themselves awake.
Christmas comes and goes for good, the words I lost, the ones I misunderstood, I cry myself awake.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know what to see.
An old man in a frame, throwing eyes at me in a vain, and he cries himself awake.
While a big sister in a train, says 'I am never coming back', and she cries herself awake.
A great uncle hits the screen, exit hope and all his dreams and they cry themselves awake.
Christmas comes and goes for good, the words I lost, the ones I misunderstood, I still cry myself awake.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know what to say.
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Words run on Ice
03:48
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I slip into your gown, and sleep until it's noon,
And I hold that thought for hours, before holding up the moon.
I slip into your home, and sleep until it's late,
And I hold that head for hours, before getting out of state.
Drop high, don't stow away heartache.
Don't run away until a fifth of the walls hit their mark.
Grow shy, don't steal away keepsakes.
Don't run away until the fourth of the horses has marched.
Glowing cold, glowing old, glowing time.
Brought the seal of a kiss of a fallback light.
Laughing out, breathing in, holding time.
Sit on back, open arms at a foreign light.
I'll watch for a sudden chime of all the better times ahead,
And bang the nails into the door, and cross the stars around my head.
And if God's a state of mind, I think I'll split and live in the country,
All that noise, all that noise, sizzling in the background every time.
Glowing cold, glowing old, glowing time.
Brought the seal of a kiss, on a wall, of a fallback light.
Laughing out, breathing in, holding time.
Sitting back in a chair, open arms at a falling kite.
And the words you bought run on ice.
And the words you bought run on ice.
And the words you bought run on ice.
And the words you bought run on ice.
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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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