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Ghost Of Chance
05:58
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I’m free to go down in the middle of the night I will be dead
there is a gate beyond the tide, a dream, in the middle of the night I will
be there
I’m free to hold on in the middle of the night I will be there
I’m free to hold on to keep breathing in the night i won't be dead
I tried to stay beyond the time, a dream, in the middle of the night I will
be there
and what a fight, this flash of life where we drown now
I’m free to hold on in the middle of the night I will be there
I’m free to go down in the middle of the night I will be dead
there is a gate deep down the isle, a dream, in the middle of the night I will be there
and get untied, this flesh in time where we drown now
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Of Captain Mission
02:20
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All the things I left here are covered by the dark
and I know the curse is calling/howling from the past
all the things we're holdin will fade into the night
it's a joke and it will always make me cry
'cause when they said bloody demon...
look at what you’ve done!!
Garden of lost chanches, gates are open wide
now we praise, Lord deliver us from time
Aye, I’m captain Misson and there is no hope for men
in the end there’s nothing but the end
And what they say? Far they’re screaming?
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Of Captain Tew
03:20
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I will bleed....
I will bleed and you will bleed...
until I see that what I feel is what I live
is what I live...
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sailing and sailing and sailing everywhere
sailing and sailing and sailing everyday
WE CAN FIGHT
WE CAN FLY
WE CAN FUCK
WE CAN FART
sailing and sailing and sailing everywhere, night and day,
know what I mean? You can always get it everywhere, day by day
know what I mean, it can always GET RIGHT TO YOUR DEATH!!
know what I mean, you can always get it everywhere
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Fracture#2 (Indri)
00:25
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Waves (The Massacre)
03:53
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I tried to kill them and they killed again
trapped in a pool without sails
Don’t know who’s behind me
Behold the slaughter, wives and children
grinning inside the dream
The fracture is ours to blame
Howling closer to the end of the night
and tell me mother there’s a brighter side
the high tide
Haunted by the dust into the core
I thought he was a demon who blows your soul
so I sticked the knife into the bone
I saw my brother bleeding on the shore
I did everything as well as i can
well...not so well
everyone live in peace a s a free-man
i use to say war
The fracture is ours to blame
Lady Queen of Peace has no house on Earth, She judges us guilty for being what we are.
There’s no mor space for being what we are and even if we find a hole, surely at the end of it there’s nothing but the fall
Howling closer
to the end of the night
and tell me mother
there’s a brighter side
the high tide
the isle died
the high tide
the eyes of christ
Haunted by the dust into the core
I thought he was a demon who blows your soul
so I sticked the knife into the bone
I saw my brother bleeding on the shore
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Seariders
03:19
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White the flag we lift here, on black seas
Come and get in on
High and always tripping, just drifting
find a place to go
Can’t stay no longer trapped here, you had to reach their goal
every path is drawn
We are the makers and judgers of law we follow,
no match up with the stuffy shore
and all belongs to what we call the law of god
and all becomes the hole of what I’ve done
heaven is studded with thorns
I don’t wanna piss you or trick you, Maybe we got wrong
can you feel this hunger, no borders, deep into the unknown
lost in the sailor’s junkyard, this what we got, no match up
with the fucking shore
and all belongs to what we call hungry clouds swag on the deep
born in deliverance, now cold in the grave
we lived sùb-merged in tolerance, now cold in the grave
down the sea i found that there is no turning back
gloom like a firefly now cold in the grave
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Chebahaka, Man-In-Trees
03:13
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Wake up atomic, a wooden big horn
feeling infectious, a voice from below
Wake up, they’re coming, a rampage, beware!
killing a lemur, the seal of despair
Wake up Johanna, mohilian big horns
feeling infectious a voice from below
I’m feeling supersonic when I’m feeding of your head
I’m feeling supersonic, I’m feeling something’s crawling
I’m feeling schyzophrenic, can’t you feel this primal panic?
I’m feeling supersonic i come down upon your heads
Feeling supersonic I come down with no restrain
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11. |
Of a Priest
05:14
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I want you facing your fate on your own,
I need you free from your time and your job,
I feel you, bearing the weight of the shore on your own
Come, children of the sun
living all in one with God
lost in a journey through the dark
living all in one with God
I don’t know if you’re ready
burn your Christ down
burn down Marie
I want you facing your fate on your own
Come children of the sun
living all in one with God
lost in a journey through the dark
living all in one with God
It’s not for your master
it’s not for you father
it’s not for the king
and it’s not for the fucking queen
it’s not for religion
it’ non t for all
it’s for you and for the god within
for your brothers and the nature you belong to
we are free!!!!
we are free!!!!
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Maniaxxx Turin, Italy
Groovy shamanic psychedelia melt together with punk-noise violence and country-western rides.
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