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The Falling Thunder
03:06
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True Light
04:17
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If thoughts and thinks define you to satisfy
One must always seek to find true light.
A horse and cart do follow you, whilst passing by,
The sort of folk that corners you do tantalize.
It's in his eyes.
If you sold your soul for finance to multiply
One must always seek to find true light
A horse and cart do follow you, whilst passing by,
The sort of folk that collars you do tantalize.
It's in his eyes.
It's the whole darned city, it seems so pretty when it's wrapped up in lights.
The cautious kitty is emptied weekly, just to pay for the prize.
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3. |
The Modern Way
03:29
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It's not a taste you gave.
You sign to me the finer deeds of life you take.
And when the tape runs out you can count me out.
They say you got it coming,
You better start running before it takes you far away.
Somethings are for nothing, but nothing is forgiven,
In this foregone, sullen day.
It's the modern way.
A river might sliver and slide down your veins,
And an ocean might float in through broken flood gates,
But nothing can fill in the pit that remains,
After they take their pay away.
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4. |
Fog
03:56
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The stormy sea is at bay, but outside the winds are falling
Through the barricade, which blocks the path.
I try to take you there, but my paper doesn't bear portraits.
You can't look anywhere but through the fog.
Through the fog.
How come you evaded the fall?
In our slums we have painted the walls
With what it takes to tell you, it's not our way.
We've not a liberty to talk.
So let me tell you now, not through the lie that's spoken,
But from the horse's mouth, as the saddle drops.
There's not a remedy that lies within our fortress,
Just the enemy, wielding fog.
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5. |
Golden Fields
03:31
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6. |
Belly of the Beast
03:14
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Thompson Crowley Adelaide, Australia
After many years wandering around Britain in campervans, tents; on bikes; with prams, bags, buggies, I now find myself in Spain, preparing to flee to Australia. I'll be leaving behind the bands I created in London and Edinburgh, such as: The Rum Deals, The Patches & The Fed Peasants. Read about my adventures here: www.facebook.com/athomeinthebushes And for me, well, something new is coming... ... more
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