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Same Old Road
05:35
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No one knows why the day went so
No one knows which the way the wind will blow
It's got a little better since the last words
It's got a little easier since the helter skelter
You stoke my face like it's a lost pet
You silence my words like I'm a lost child
You made your way like it's a lost road
Where are we going? Where are we running?
What you going to do when the rive runs out?
When the fun finally ends
The path is drawn on the map
The edges keep changing
But the thought remains the same
Where are you going to go?
It's the same old road to ruin
It's the same old day to run
What a day to ride old
Piss off the heavens
Crying havoc into empty stalls
What a day to begin making sense
Where we going? What we saying?
Why we walking? You feel me?
You feel me when I talk
You feel me when I walk
You feel me when I sulk
And this is my land, this is my Narnia
And this is my day to be King
And my day to be Queen
And it's my day to be the last son of Adam
And the last daughter of Eve
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2. |
Oh Free Me
03:23
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I was born a setting sun
So I could keep going on
I was lost for words
Across another street
I could have been the window
I could have been far more
When can we make our runaway?
From this social slavery
I'm standing on the edge
I'm standing on the edge
There's different times of love
I've paused them all
I pass the last road home
It looks strange from here
Where did it go wrong?
Was it the time i forgot to say goodbye?
Because you know I really meant to say goodbye
When can we make our runaway?
From this social slavery
I'm standing on the edge
I'm standing on the edge
Oh free me
free me...
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3. |
The Rope Burn
04:54
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You were just a drop in an ocean
Just the 15 magpie in the woods
Something to someone
Just to the left of the pier
You wore the night like a coat
You smoked the pebbles and admired the stars with mild indifference
When can we make our runaway?
From this social slavery
I'm standing on the edge
I'm standing on the edge
You look out at the black blue water
It stretches further than you think
It's deeper than you'd want
As cold as the pins in your throat
Please don't let it wash you away
Little light keeps you bright
When can we make our runaway?
From this social slavery
I'm standing on the edge
I'm standing on the edge
Further down you can crawl
If you really want to sy goodbye
You're full of old jokes
Someone's everything but mostly nothing
You look so tired you could cry
You don't speak for anyone else anymore
When can we make our runaway?
From this social slavery
I'm standing on the edge
I'm standing on the edge
You'll take the quiet life
You'll take the rope burn
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4. |
Song Of Unrest
03:03
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You come by here again
Th rain had stopped and the clouds were never going to clear
I hadn't planned to let go
But your eyes wore their sadness like an old coat
When you left, I was no one's but mine
Your voice still carried a leaf on the wind
What could I say?
I wanted you, I loved you
I feared you
I thought it was something else
But there was too much hidden in your eyes
When you left, I was no one's but mine
And now I sit in the cold
With tears in my glass
And tea on the floor
But there's a roof above
And a ground below
And this is my song of unrest
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5. |
Same Old Folk
07:13
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That water over there
It's got a look in it's eyes
It could wash me away
No one would know
What a beautiful corpse he could make
It's another person's song
But still the same folk
Still the same old words
Repeated ad hoc to now
And it's permanent consolation
That the waves retreat at the site of fear
That the children still play the same old games
Where you going to fish
When the sea finishes its crying?
Where will you sail your ships
When the ocean is the only constellation?
It's the same song as before
It's the same words
It's the same old folk
It's got more reference than anything before
A fortitude of brick and stone
Standing up from the waves
Locked down in permanent fear of shadows
The same song
The same words
The same old folk
A one man band
All the instruments at your command
They listen to all your demands
But the sea can barely stand
The sight of any of your land
The same song
The same words
The same old folk
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Nestor Middleton Music Brighton, UK
Self proclaimed queer sad song expert. Nestor is a singer songwriter drawing influence from a huge range of musical outlooks and a smaller range of keyboard instruments.
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