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Wake
03:14
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There is no meaning apart from what we create
And it kills me, and it haunts me,
But still I rise and wake
There is no one that could take your place
Or fill the space that you left in me
It's just empty
But still I run this race
From the earth, I hear a strange hum
Are they voices, are they vibrations?
In the clouds, I see all shapes and forms
The past is there and it's a coming storm
But when I turn around it's passed and once again
I feel the wind against the emptiness
There is no meaning apart from what we create
And it kills me, and it haunts me
But still I rise and wake
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2. |
Better Yet
04:03
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If all we do is make what we despise
Creators of the horrors of our lives
Better yet to escape
Better yet to awake
Better yet to decide
Better yet to arrive
And why should men decide what's here or there?
Can't afford to lose it, or to care
And better yet what's a man?
In the end it's a sham
Hello rock of ages, hello lies
Magnificent creations of the mind
Lucifer and angels, low and high
Fantasy and fiction I despise
Maybe stone from stone builds into lies
I have made the failures of my life
Better yet what is wrong?
Oh when we were babies, fresh alive
Soft and molded to the whims and whys
Teach us what you know, or leave it by
In the end we keep and we comprise
All the storm and fiction, twirling round
From the myth of eden, to the sound
Of trumpets roaring hellfire over earth
As if that ever stood for some 'rebirth'
As if it ever gave us any proof
That anything we'll say or we will do
Can alter the inevitable truth
Better yet just to live
Better yet just to give
Better yet to decide
Better yet live your life
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3. |
Night in Berlin
02:47
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It's sad when you try
And you've been there every time
It's sad when you try
Too late, been there gone
And I'm not the only one
Too late been there gone
Been there but come back every time and
I've said you'd make it out alive and
It's been the case for me this time so
I'm giving everything
It's night in Berlin
The dark is sinking in
It's night in Berlin
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Whenever my mirror called I'd
Hate the shape of everything I'd see
(Never flattering)
Whenever I'd try it on I'd
Only ever see elbows and knees
Some stick man horror dream
And no!
I don't feel at home
And I once knew peace about it
Young and free without the
Cares of looking at me
Whenever I'd make a friend I'd
Find out quick that i would never be
Just quite the same as he
Whenever my mirror called I'd
See the soft spots and I'd call it weak
Oh it was a fever dream
And I learned just yesterday that
Finding out your place could take your life until now
And jealous is just another word for not liking yourself
Now whenever my mirror calls I
Like the shape of most of what I see
(And thats a big relief)
And whenever I am alone, I
Try to put in place another piece
Of what I know is me.
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Dane Letourneau Victoria, British Columbia
Dane is a Canadian multi-instrumentalist, songwriter and producer. He is best known for working with bands such as Gold & Shadow, The STACKS and Young Babylon. His solo work is influenced by Joni Mitchell, Brian Wilson, Thom Yorke, Sufjan Stevens and Frank Ocean. ... more
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