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448 Figures
03:45
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Voices calling me
Voices calling me
Plenty of time,
I see the sun through the leaves
painting figures on a garden wall
Deterioration
The sun is painting nothing at all
Total oblivion
We’re living in deranged dreams
We’re living in deranged dreams
Total oblivion
We’re living in deranged dreams
We’re living in deranged dreams
Plenty of time,
I see the sun through the leaves
painting figures on a garden wall
Deterioration
The sun is painting nothing at all
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2. |
Orange Monkey
04:32
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Big fat bachelorette jumps the track
Goldfish Cadillac drove her back
Silverback attack,
a roll in the sack
A fruitcake cabinet
goes ahead
Million dollar fruit machine got me on a high
Pavement pizza tracks to my bed
Tonight
We collide
We collide
Tonight
Looking at a space cadet
The joker in the pack
Feeding people candy bars
promising delight
Orange monkey
Ginger thief
Overtook us by surprise
Future echoes of the past
Perishing one day
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3. |
Siberian Times
03:57
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Dome-shaped mounds over a core of ice
Won’t make a change anymore
The temperature keeps rising
The winter frost unfreezing
Too late for regulations,
Too late to scratch your head
The ancient gates unlock
Trembling bubbling grass
Reminiscing the past
Won’t change a barren sheet anymore
The temperature keeps rising
The winter frost unfreezing
Too late for regulations
Too late to scratch your head
The ancient gates unlock
Trembling bubbling grass
Moon shaped sounds in the woods
You
My shelter from the storm
Anyhow
The temperature keeps rising
The winter frost unfreezing
Too late for regulations
Too late to scratch your head
The ancient gates unlock
Trembling bubbling grass
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4. |
Beatles
04:10
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She’s waiting for something
But nothing is coming her way
Down she goes to her core
She’s longing for someone
But no one is coming her way
They got lots to do
She supposed
Bells keep ringing,
keep ringing
Nobody’s home
Beatles creeping out of the phone
Nobody’s home
Those people in picture frames
She’s speaking to every day
Silent friends
She lost their names
She’s searching for a remedy,
some kind of a cure,
to bring back her memory
But little by little
she shuffles off her mortal coil
Bells keep ringing
Keep ringing
Nobody’s home
Beatles creeping out of the phone
Nobody’s home
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5. |
Foreign Land
03:17
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What will become of us in this foreign land?
Empty hands
Starbucks coffee cups
We won’t weep or sigh
Windshield wipers
We’re poor monkeys on a chain
What will become of us in this foreign land?
Then we go down, then we go down
Then we go down, then we go down
Then we go
Can you hear the sound of rattling metal chains?
Car windows closing hastily
We won’t feed the lie
Windshield wipers,
Left right
Staring into nowhere
Disregarding the sound of rattling metal chains
Then we go down, then we go down
Then we go down, then we go down
Then we go
No dime no dollar in our pockets
Only fallen children in our hearts
No roof no shelter over our heads
Only graveyard memories on our mind
Dear gatekeeper let us in
Come on gatekeeper let us in
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6. |
Pixie-Led
04:11
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Bad habits are taking over
Space echoes from the future
Now the children are eating poisoned candy bars
Space echoes from the past
There’s an ancient gate upon winter frost
There’s strong fate upon sinner’s loss
There’s an ancient gate upon the winter frost
There’s a strong fate upon a sinner’s loss
Everything you’re hiding for will overtake
Everything you’re running from will catch you
We are being pixie-led once again
We are being pixie-led
The battery’s slow
The battery’s low
The clocks need to be reset
This rage has been bottling up
Bottling up way too long
Everything you’re hiding for will overtake
Everything you’re running from will catch you
We are being pixie-led once again
We are being pixie-led
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7. |
Future Echoes
02:51
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Mum tell me about the pictures in your head,
Pictures of the color of spring
Show me a living image of the morning sun,
Shining down on me
Tell me some stories of the past,
about the garden,
our house near the river
Reflections on the past
Down by the shore the water was murmuring
The scent of fresh rain,
the color of innocence
Our children were playing,
uncomplicated
Silently watching the birds in the skies
Mum tell me about the fragrance of the afternoon,
fragrance of the summer moon
Show me a living image of a faint light
through the branches of a tree
Tell me that story of the past,
about the garden,
our house near the river,
Reflections of long gone times
Down by the shore the water was murmuring
The scent of fresh rain,
the color of ignorance
Our children were playing,
uncomplicated
Silently watching the birds in the skies
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8. |
Birds in Disguise
03:43
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Ash rain,
dusty smog,
subway salmon
Why’s everybody digging graves with plastic spoons?
You’re stuck inside these 4 walls,
car crash TV
With people passing by your window
My fingers reaching out, my fingers reaching out for birds in disguise
Flesh and bones behind the wallpaper,
the cracks in the ceiling,
won’t tell you what to do
won’t tell you where to go
Barking dogs in the backyard
In the backyard
My fingers reaching out, my fingertips reaching out,
my fingers reaching out for birds in disguise
Barking dogs in the backyard in the backyard
Her fingers reaching out, her fingers reaching out
like weeds coming out of the ground
Her fingertips reaching out like creeping snow, creeping snow,
Her fingers reaching out
Branches growing high above in giant trees towards the sky
Her fingers reaching out, like weeds coming out of the ground
Her fingers reaching out, like creeping snow, creeping snow
Her fingers reaching out for …
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9. |
Moon Shaped Sounds
04:27
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The night unfolds
A blue moon
that shines upon me
Slowly
The night reveals
A chain of hidden memories
A train of secret thoughts
All alone I’m wandering through the garden
Branches hanging low,
A faint light shimmers through,
and I miss you
The night is unresolved
And fading through the brightening air
I hope that a morning breeze blows over
a silent leaving and a bittersweet despair
Still I miss you
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10. |
Il est où le Manchot?
10:08
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When the sun greets the moon,
some go to bed
some will get up soon
Summer field of grain
Is all that remains
Of childhood fairy tales
Everything reminds me of you
Everything reminds me of you
Everything means nothing to me
Since you’re not around
Nothing really matters
Sunday afternoon
Reminiscing about the past
An early love cocoon
Summer hurricane
Is all that remains
Of your shelter from the rain
Everything reminds me of you
Everything reminds me of you
Everything means nothing to me
Since you’re not around
Nothing really matters
One for time
Two for a memory
Three for the moon
Four for a remedy
Five for a dollar
Six for bones
Seven for a train
Of secret thoughts
Eight for shelter
Nine for a fish
Ten for a bird
You must not miss
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The Antler King Belgium
The Antler King is the musical working ground of Esther Lybeert and Maarten Flamand
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