1. |
Cliffs
03:50
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Cliffs
I can see it on your face
I can see it in the way
Your eyes cut me like winter
Through my heart, in the dark as I wait to be replaced
Your eyes undress the future
I can see it on your face
I can hear it in the way
You gave the moment shivers
And with the flick of a switch we will dissipate
So I closed my eyes and you closed yours too we stretched out our hands and felt the cliff approaching
Slow-mo vertigo
Cliff-top domino
I can’t stop us from falling
Gravity, won’t you please put an end to you and me
No need for ceremony
Blow your nose, dry your eyes I can see it’s a disguise
It’s just a goodbye party
Ignore, fall for, confess, obsess arms wide, swan dive
I can see it on your face
I can hear it when you...
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2. |
Stratosphere
03:38
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STRATOSPHERE
Isn’t it good when every single word
you choose to show the light of day
reflects what you want to say?
I tell you come on
I’m here to explore
this little thing called love
that leaves you wanting more
Keep it simple, there’s nothing more
than what’s right here
way below the stratosphere
there’s nothing more than what’s right here
way below the stratosphere
We could call this a temporary
cure my darling
you’ve got your teenage scars
and I’ve got my kindled heart
isn’t it good
when the look on your face
resembles all the stars
looking down from outer space?
There’s nothing more than what’s right here
way below the Stratosphere
there’s nothing more than what’s right here
way below the Stratosphere
I won’t give up on what’s right here
way below the Stratosphere
There’s nothing more than what’s right here
Way below the Stratosphere
Nothing more….
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3. |
Beyond My Control
04:46
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Scripture torn into phrases
coupled with hatred
should I buy a gun?
And stories of walking on water
of talking with fire
who’s got nothing to prove?
And cloudy the vision of power
the peaceful revolver
it’s a parachute smile
And now on 5th Avenue
New York has a monster
will you let him eat you?
It’s all postcards and dismay and it’s filling up my head
all beauty and decay and it’s filling up my head
it’s escape, it’s cake, it’s eating up my brain
it’s a fix, its a plague
and I want to run away
The choice, do you write a song
or change a diaper?
you’ll die either way
My friend, he kept all his secrets
in the shadows of trophies
then jumped off a cliff
And love becomes a decision
when there’s a vision
of ’til death do us part
And death pulled a knife on my father
it was tainted with cancer
but the fight went to him
It’s all postcards and dismay and it’s filling up my head
all beauty and decay and it’s filling up my head
it’s escape, it’s cake, it’s eating up my brain
it’s a fix, its a plague
and I want to run away
At night I dream of devotion
of love in motion
on the edge of the bed
And I’m drawn to that place held by winter
where the bend in the river
gives a bow to the sky
A cluster, my heart doesn’t tire
the eight legs of spiders
will it all fall apart?
The birds have located the morning
they came without warning
I’m happy
they’re beyond
my control
It’s all postcards and dismay and it’s filling up my head
all beauty and decay and it’s filling up my head
it’s escape, it’s cake, it’s eating up my brain
it’s a fix, its a plague, a banana peel parade
it’s a farce, it’s your heart
it’s something that you ate
it’s heaven on a plate
and I want to run away
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4. |
Outside Of Cool v1
04:03
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OUTSIDE OF COOL
There's a place in the distance
I thought I'd like to tame
and when I saw my reflection
and I spoke its name
it made me sweat
it makes me sweat
When you hear this confession
don't take it for pity
this is a song to add
to the tower of plenty
can I get a room
with a view of the alley
and when I close the curtains
I hear the heat pipes coughing in my head
let me show you how to love
what it is to be the fool
when you're standing in the deadlight
and you're polishing your shoes
let me show you how to love
what it is to be the fool
when you find yourself a spotlight
on the outside of cool
a punch in the face
is sometimes a blessing
highjacked by a moment
you should've been expecting
it makes you sweat
it made me sweat
how the voice of a shadow
has been misunderstood
without religion
the cross is just wood
so let's shed a light
on what it means to good
I've got the soul of a prayer
from the heart of my neighbourhood
let me show you how to love
what it is to be the fool
when you’re standing in the deadlight
and you’re polishing your shoes
let me show you how to love
what it is to be the fool
when you find yourself a spotlight
on the outside of cool…
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5. |
Broken Piano
02:14
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Kliffs Berlin, Germany
Kliffs write recycled tone poems for the perpetually bemused, and pop songs for shy dancers. They channel the quiet of early morning sun rays tickling cloud banks and mix it up with songs better suited to late-night inner city bicycle rides.
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