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Put it up you got a wall
Lay it down we got a road
Start making some noise
You can draw a crowd
Everyone is walking with
Bunched up underwear
Everyone is hiding it
But no one will admit
They were glancing at you
On the underground
Just keep looking out the window
Until we go back under again
(Poem by Ben Kennison)
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2. |
Wahoo feat. Patty
02:24
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3. |
Happy Saturday
02:46
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5. |
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You're unclenching your fist
It's never right
Don't walk away from the fight
We're going down a list of those
Who might do the work of the night
And so
I'm searching for a host
To keep my soul
A ghoul, a ghost
I want to
Haunt you
I want to haunt you
Will you carry my torch
To win this relay race
We have to speed up the pace
And call for revolution
Let's be creative with solutions
Cleanse your mind of the pollution
That they force down your throat
I'm searching for a host
To keep my soul
A ghoul, a ghost
I want to
Haunt you
I want to haunt you
I'm searching for a host
To keep my soul
A ghoul, a ghost
I want to
Haunt you
I want to haunt you
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7. |
All I have left
02:47
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All I have left to give
Is a simple blessful
Stroke.
My hand against your cheek
Before I go.
All I have left to give
Is a meak smile
And tired eyes
A glance that speaks more
Than I ever did.
All I have left to give is a wave
Farwell
Your eyes wide
My arms aside.
All I ever did
Was crawl through a war torn
Landscape.
Scattered parts
Decorating the road
Home.
All I ever wanted
Was to stop the heavy flow
From my brain
To my heart.
All I ever did
Was scrape the woes of time
Off my entombed chest.
Before the simple gest
Would scatter my limbs
To the wind
(Poem by Saskia)
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8. |
(happy love song)
01:54
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I’ve waited so many sunsets
To kiss your lips again
Living feels so easy
Defying everything we can
Diving through the museums
Wishing we were the statues
I’m sinking into your smile
I can’t believe I’m the one you wanted to choose
How good it feels to be with you again
How good it feels
(x2)
The sun kisses our skin
As we float across the sand
Gazing into your eyes
Holding your hand
Diving through the museums
Wishing we were the statues
I’m sinking into your smile
I can’t believe I’m the one you wanted to choose
How good it feels to be with you again
How good it feels
(x2)
(instrumental break - with some groovy bass)
Diving through the museums
Wishing we were the statues
I’m sinking into your smile
I can’t believe I’m the one you wanted to choose
How good it feels to be with you again
How good it feels
(x4)
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9. |
Bona Nit, Claudia
03:00
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Camila and I were the missing puzzle piece (Am/E/C)
That you needed in your life
So that you could hang us up on your wall.
Did the villagers thank you enough
For saving them from the dragon?
Now you’re the puzzle piece that the king can’t find
He’s just about to fall.
Bona nit, Claudia
Et trobarem a faltar
Did you ever find those pearl earrings that you lost
You didn’t care about the money,
Only the memories that they cost
We left the building, then we left the village,
Then we left the country.
We tried to bring back chocolates
For your pantry.
Bona nit, Claudia
Et trobarem a faltar
Somehow I knew that we would never meet again…
But I came back, dressed in black
To support Josep.
And in my mind I can go back in time
And see you sitting in your chair
As I say
Bona nit, Claudia (Am/E/C)
Et trobarem a faltar.
Bona nit, Claudia,
Te echaremos de menos.
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10. |
Carla and Iugo
01:07
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Free style
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11. |
Clean
00:30
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You never say what you want
You never say what you mean
I need to hear it loud and clear
To keep this mess clean
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12. |
a must
02:46
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A man with a stick-like posture with a rigid walk sat on mine, next to me out of all the benches on the square. He asked me if I spoke English, and my curved posture straightened with a "yes!" He grinned with scruffy cheeks and fidgeted his coat zipper nervously. It felt as though he hadn't stared into the eyes of a female in a long time. He had no other questions to pull out of his magic beret and so we sat there in silence for what felt like eons. I tossed him a forced smile and then proceeded writing my poem about unrequited love... or lust? I couldn't tell the difference.
Especially in the city with the cars that almost run you over
The kiss is rarely ever sober
The markets that amaze
The music that always plays
The golden people and their snub noses
The mind set that always closes
The hungry people and their contracts
The nice people not sure how to react
The buildings that are highly domed
The shit that's privately owned
The graying river that guides
The walks that are so wide
The cigarettes and the suits
The chic outfits and matching boots
The fringes and buzz cuts
The passion and the lust
This city is a must
This city is a must
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13. |
did you hear
00:18
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Did you hear about the blues on the working morning news
About the flood, about the drought
About the blood, what are your doubts?
She said that things were always messed up
That I’m naive and I need to grow up like everyone else
But maybe that’s why we are drowning
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14. |
Anthropocene (cello)
00:40
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15. |
final steps
02:42
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16. |
Hilger's Song (Perilune)
00:44
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I see the moon every night
Giving me a light
And the power to fight
For silver heights
How are you so beautiful?
What a mystery
Mhmm
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17. |
/I Crossed The Line/
01:04
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I crossed the line
I crossed the line
I crossed the line
I crossed the line
I crossed the line
I crossed the line
Aaahhhhh
Ayayay
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Sinking into the sky
Diving into the lies
They are my only truth
Falling down the slope
Was my only hope
Now I don't know what to do
I wasn't made to be here
So don't keep me near
I wasn't made to be here
So don't keep me near
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19. |
percolate feat. Patty
01:42
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We're all cogs in this coffee machine
Crushing and churning the billions of beans
Percolate, percolate, percolate, percolate
Pour it in a paper cup
Or a plastic cup
Or a cardboard cup
Or a metal cup
Or a styrofoam cup
Or a ceramic cup
Or a porcelain mug
Percolate, percolate, percolate, percolate
Sugar
Oh, agave. agave
Coffee gives me a shake
Cause I gotta stay awake
My dark circles are blacker than this coffee
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20. |
Pocket of Compassion
03:10
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Hey friends, are you ready to be pushed into the deep end of the pool?
Pack all the lessons you've learned in your suitcase since you've been going to school
But wait
Your head was always in the clouds
You always wanted to get out
But now
You're clinging to the skies
'Cause you realised
The limits of your life
So let's build a new world in which we will fit
Instead of selling our labour to those pricks
We could start a co-op and only make decisions democratically
We could start a band and get people to pay only what they want
We can grow a garden and house and feed all of our homeless friends
But they won't be homeless no more
'Cause they'll always have a home with us
I bet this is the future you never thought you'd have
Well it's a cruel and ugly world
So let's create pockets of compassion
So let's create pockets of compassion
And hopefully the pockets will grow like trees
And show that nicer ways of living exist
Caring about others is a way to resist
Caring about others is a way to resist
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21. |
Trapped
01:58
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Raised by liberals
Brainwashed by passivism
Desired consuming evil
Can’t repress my nihilism
I don’t want to be a hypocrite
I don’t know if my story is worthit
It’s difficult for me to be bold
Are my words getting old
You say I shouldn’t take the blame
You say your pain is corporate gain
But I’m sorry I wasn’t there
I’m still sorry I wasn’t there
I was trapped in the corner
Of the living room of my brain
I was blinded from your pain
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22. |
Poison
03:31
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//You sucked the poison out of my mind
And pumped in love//
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23. |
Same
02:16
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I’m just a number in their eyes
But they haven’t looked into mine
Ripped away my child from my arms
Please don’t leave her in a cage
She’s done no harm
Do you hear the echoes of my pain
Would you want someone to do the same
To you
I knocked on my door
But they claimed there was a secret password
Called me a vampire
When it’s their empire
Do you hear the echoes of my pain
Would you want someone to do the same
To you
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24. |
Stop Doing What You Do
01:23
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You replaced your animal-shaped crackers
For cigarettes as your snack
But you still hogged them down
Dropping crumbs on your shirt
Pack after pack
A sugar rushed into a nicotine buzz
But you didn't quite get what the feeling was
So you sat on a bench and listened to a song
Through your headphones though you
Couldn't sing along
Your lungs grew heavy like your tummy used to
And then you prayed the chemicals would
Stop doing what they do
And then you prayed the chemicals would
Stop doing what they do
Stop doing what you do
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25. |
subtle remake
02:22
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Pretty and quiet
Rose up
Became the riot
Grew up
Dark circles under your eyes
Scratch marks on your thighs
Didn't say if I'd ever return
Couldn't say the words that I never learned
Self-Deprecating humour
Masking the tumour
Growing inside your conscience
As a subtle violence
Didn't say if I'd ever return
Couldn't say the words that I never learned
Didn't say if I'd ever return
Couldn't say the words that I never learned
A perfect person learns from their mistakes
Which you are
Which you are
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26. |
The Doom
02:37
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27. |
very obedient
01:14
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You did what you were asked to do
Didn’t fight back against who was assigned to you
Kept your head down low
Received the trophy at the award show
You got your masters degree
Moved into a gated community
Now you’re onto your PHD
Oh doctor, doctor will you save those like me, for free?
The sea of fascists is rising
Don’t tell me you find that surprising
This climate isn’t a joke
How do you stay quiet when your shoes are soaked
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28. |
The Sweater Remember
00:26
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I wore your sweater to every protest that I attended
(jazz)
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29. |
Too Early
02:04
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30. |
Sane
01:52
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I’ve worn your shirt for a few days now
Cause it hurt when you went away
How can I remember who I am
When you’re not there to remind me that I’m sane, that I’m not alone
That I’m not vain, I’m just not how I’m perceived
I had to repress the colorful sides of myself
Nobody asked me what it’s like to be half Korean and how that affects the way that I navigate the world
But I don’t want to be a fetish
I don’t want to be erased
I wish these weren’t the realities that I have to face
There is nothing I have to prove
I’m not the one that should improve
I’m wearing your shirt to feel less anxious about the implications of gender and race
Why is everything so binary?
It’s a scale, a very vast scale
And why do we even have to categorize everything?
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31. |
uniform feat. Patty
02:06
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How strange the box I'm being moulded into has bars
They turned on the CO2, how have I made it this far?
But the greenhouse has melted the metal away
And lit the fire in me, I'm fighting starting today
Picking the sand out of my ear
How the sounds in colour I can hear
Standing up when you expect me to stay seated
Your oppression is making us heated
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32. |
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I don't think this working
Don't fix what is broken
Throw it away
And move on
Okay?
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33. |
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I wanted to look for something familiar
I sank in the overwhelming wonder
A wave of an explosion
A balanced distortion
Where do you go on from this? (x4)
I searched for kind spirits behind empty eyes
I felt my surroundings creep up from behind
A storm of emotion
An ordered commotion
Where do you go on from this? (x4)
Covering the view (covering the view)
Of something new (something new)
I never knew (I never knew)
What to do (what to do)
And now that I see (now that I see)
What it's gonna be
Where do you go on from this? (x4)
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34. |
last
01:26
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Days and days we spent together
Under the umbrella of the weather
Walking with my two front feet
Dancing to the kick of my heart beat
I was waiting in silence
For the return of the past
I was dying of confusion
I wish you would last with me
I wish you would last with me
I wish you would last with me
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35. |
oohoo
00:55
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36. |
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38. |
schmancy feat. Patty
01:08
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39. |
baby feat. Patty
02:05
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40. |
crook
01:48
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I stared at the apple stuck on your throat
You know that I gag when I see your leather coat
The trees they told me to dance
But I know that I won't have a chance to
The bruise on my face is from my own fist
I sometimes wish others would get pissed
As long as I don't die
The world will pass by
Only onions make me cry
I prefer to just sigh
I'm learning to cook
Simultaneously how to not be a crook
Those days are long gone
Unless you want some fun
But it's boring living by the book
Won't say how much I took
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41. |
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(shitposting)
*shakes maracas*
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42. |
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SHUT UP
aghhh
Shut the fuck up
Hey shut up!
A minor
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43. |
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I want to be a sheet of paper
Where you draw yourself away
And I know you might shred me to bits
But I long to be the song you play
They whisper to the birds
That you gobbled them up
They're so scared for me
But I need to drink from your cup
There's a hand
That reaches out like a branch
It's writing out my will
I want to taste your mouth
Even though I know it might kill me
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44. |
Mess Up feat. Patty
00:18
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*plays a bossa nova version of the intro to Soundwaves*
*fucs up*
pfff IT WORKS!
hahaha
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Pangolin Uprising Brussels, Belgium
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Cristina Berting
Stevie Jenkinson
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