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Noir
02:52
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Caught in this spiderweb
Black and white flashes by
Shadows as long as day
In my film noir
I, I could have been the star
Should have been so far
So far away from here.
Flicking through photographs
Sepia images
Greyed and then fade away
In my film noir
Speak to the man upstairs
Tells me it's time to run
Drive down to little farm
In my black car
I, I could have been the star
Should have been so far
So far away from here.
Lit by your cigarette
Glaring back in the dark
Knowing just what to say
You sell your side
Caught in this spiderweb
Black and white flashes by
Shadows as long as day
In my film noir
I, I could have been the star
Should have been so far
So far away from here.
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Carousel
02:47
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Back on the Carousel,
Chasing the one ahead
Life's a slow dance, or is it like clockwork men?
running around and then
In my Kaleidoscope,
Images start to change
Life's a quick step, is it like clockwork men?
running around and then
Back on the Carousel
Chasing the one ahead
In my Kaleidoscope
Images start to change
Colours move like glass
Chasing the ones behind
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Four Paths
03:10
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Violet Apples
02:13
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Violet Apples only grow after snow
In ground pressed hard behind frosted pane / pain (delete as applicable)
Born / Borne (delete as applicable) of a bad heir / air (delete as applicable
Mistral mounted malaise
Violet Apples only grow after snow
In ground pressed hard behind frosted pane / pain
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Daydreams of Aidi
03:13
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He's feeling uptight
Hiding his eyes from the light
Plays with the watchstrap in his hand
Waits for the buzz and its command
In the crowd he's on his own
It's his city not his home
Red bricks line the red old streets
Via Saragossa up the hill
Cycling under scorching heat
Green-jumpered girl at the top of the hill
Thoughts of Valentino,
They occupy his mind
A life spent speeding
And so out of time
He's pounding the street
Moving to the beat
Of the song on repeat in his head
See's the world in green and white and red
In the crowd not on his own
The thoughts of her they guide him home
through the porticoed streets
Wind in his hair, down the hill
Powered by pumping of his feet
Grunge Girardengo with an iron will
Thoughts of Valentino,
They occupy his mind
A life spent speeding
And so out of time
Daydreams of Aidi
Speak his thoughts
And in his head
Prayers for the dead
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Red Dust
03:34
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It's getting dark
and my battery is low
Your world looks different
behind this rusted sky
One
On
O
One
On
O
Oh
Phobos is rising
In the west
My red light's flashing
Time to rest
One
On
O
One
On
O
Oh
My red light's fading
My battery's getting low
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When Winter Comes Again
02:52
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Saw your shadow enter the room
Heard your shoes become a snare
Climbing the wall to your place
Candles flicker as you pass
Turned my collar to the chill
Jammed the hat across one eye
Wandering back to Am Hoff
Sun falling from the sky
Heard your heels down Farbergasse
Watched your silhouette disappear
Knowing that I'll see you when
When Winter Comes Again
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Stepney
02:51
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And through the dark streets
through the dark streets I stride
The rain it stands
The rain it stands at my side
Droplets form mirrors,
forms mirrors down on the ground
And cars they echo
They echo all around
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Crossing the horizon
My footprints fade
Imprints they linger
For lack of waves
You're not the same
I'm not the same
Crossing these white sands
Glancing back at the past
I feel a loss of weight
You're not the same and
I'm not the same
Crossing these white sands
A life time of footsteps
Scrutinised by night
Old suits they fall from me
And are claimed by sand
You're not the same
I'm not the same
Crossing these white sands
Lifetimes spent shadowed
Head into the light
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10. |
The Soul Banker
02:34
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You've signed your name
The Soul Banker's opened his account
He wears the winter
as a coat
The wind is his scarf
You've signed your name
He's withdrawing
You're withdrawing
Feeling the chill
The bitterest pill
You've signed your name
The Soul Banker's opened his account
Across the grey
Tomorrow and Today
Not like yesterday
The Soul Banker's opened his account
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11. |
The City Sleeps
01:43
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Pocket Lint London, UK
Solo artist, guitars, synths and pianos. Genre nomad. Concept driven noir pop
My songs are scattered with found sounds. I call them aural bon-bons.
Enjoy!
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