1. |
Leave It All Behind
02:18
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Under the weather, something is strange.
Can you tell I'm oh so out of place?
Under the hammer, a hundred days,
a wheel and a hamster, a hundred ways.
Under the carpet, something's swept,
too many emotions got supressed,
under pressure, and you can't tell
anyone the way you've felt
these old men's‛ dreams that we're forced to live,
they are a force to be reckoned with
these old men's dreams, running on gasoline
no air to breathe in between
kind words impossible to find – leave it all behind (2x)
under the carpet, more things swept
can't tell anyone how hard you've wept,
under the influence of a notion
that you must control your emotions
under the influence once again,
since you’re hanging out with your friends
under the rule of a male behaviour
cold ones with a toxic flavour
These old men's dreams….
Kind words impossible to find – leave it all behind (4x)
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2. |
Inside Is Raining
02:37
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Silently playing
in the depths of my mind to find out what I'd find if I were
silently planning
to get away from you, oh the things I'd do to
tell the boat to sink itself
let the rats follow their own way
won't be the one that's there to stay
only to find out that everybody else
has gotten
Away…
Inside is raining,
from station to station, I've run out of patience so
running you'll find me
away from this place and these dreams that do bind me and
tell the boat to sink itself
let the masks follow their own way
won't be here for another day
because everybody else
has gotten
Away….
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3. |
Disenchantment
02:10
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So I'm waiting at the station
searching your face in every passing
Train rides into the suburb
landscapes merging into a sea of
nothing ever happens
cos nothing was ever meant to happen
ten minutes delay
slowly arriving into the station
disenchantment raging over everyone and everything
disenchantment, there is no light which tomorrow's sun might bring
maybe it's just my imagination
yet, I swear I saw your face reflect in that
window where someone's scratched in
right-wing symbols no one's tried to
remove from my memories
the neon light falling on your cheek
still half an hour of a ride for me
look out the window, try to get some sleep
disenchantment raging over everyone and everything
disenchantment, there is no light which tomorrow's sun might bring (x2)
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Well, I've searched all day for something to happen
under the trees, under the stones and under the stairs
at the only supermarket in this lonely town
where I found nothing to buy there
and now the walls of this town
are closing in on me again
There will be no teenage riot, waiting till that day's gone by
there will be no teenage riot, waiting till that week's gone by and
there will be no teenage riot, waiting till that month's gone by when
there will be no teenage riot, we're just waiting for our time to pass by
now my father figure fell three times
stumbling his way to the bathroom
under the sink, next to the bathtub and on the stairs
so I'm taking the next train to get me out of here
but if I wanted to catch that train,
I should've gone out ten minutes ago
and the next one won't come around
until an hour or so
and now the walls of this town
are closing in on me again
There will be no teenage riot, waiting till that day's gone by
there will be no teenage riot, waiting till that week's gone by and
there will be no teenage riot, waiting till that month's gone by when
there will be no teenage riot, we're just waiting for our time to pass by (x2)
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5. |
Old Sounds (Interlude)
01:01
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6. |
Old Sounds
02:48
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Street light reflections pass the wind shield of your ride
in serpentine lines, rain on the window passes by
selections of memories, watch them from the passenger's side
every side walk is empty, just us resounding through the night.
To these
Old sounds, from the past, when we had no place to go
Old sounds, there's a path to escape it, we now know
Feel the
wind when I roll the window down
I can smell the glow of rain on the ground
there's houses, but no home to be found
first they've built their walls, then they've built this town.
Feel the fresh air of leaving
in your lungs when you breathe in
the salt of your past
close your eyes and see it
slowly disappear
in the rearview at last
With these
Old Sounds, …
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