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Tollerance
05:09
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Tollerance
Moving into Control, I'm moving into control
A flase sensation, someone one said, only sin gives inspiration.
You let my soul down, coming for you.
And if the message doesn't stop, we are going to end up with our feet way off the ground.
And if the message doesn't stop, the serial number under our skin will be ripped off.
In war we play with love, when it's not black and white what colour is it?
So don't say I've found myself.
I know Salvador got lucky, but there are 40 fools without original identity, and that sinking feeling returns like a thermal, as theories on paper are riddles with stimulation.
Oh my world has an ideal theme, and man is not a true artist unless he looks at art in nature.
As you look bigger on paper.
For tradgedy and jelousy and tollerance and greed, of the new generation, shadow our destination.
Come home my angel, come home my friend, come home my baby, lost out there somewhere.
Silver & Gold create reflections in our minds.
Waters the bomb, where is my rubber dingy song?
Symetrie is no flase sensation.
Come home my baby, come home.......
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Dreams Of War
06:19
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Caught In A Bubble
04:29
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The Watchman
05:49
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STS-107
03:55
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Erflings
05:07
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Lonely Star
04:57
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Energy Ray
01:57
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Maria
05:16
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Miria
Male Computer 1: (We strongly associate optical information with familiar people from our past encounters which influences the way we behave. Next week I will be watching a wildlife programm.
You are my mate matey boy.)
I saw you standin in a fine art gallery
I couldn’t find the artist that would truly inspire me
The flat pack boxes with the bone china cutlery
Was not what I was lookin for when you set eyes on me
Behind you was a picture from the 21st century
A hard brush collage with a lot of eccentricity
Nobody was lookin at the work that went into it
With black and white glasses it looked like a piece of shit
Don’t say I’ve found myself when I can’t run or hide
The myth of Miria
Remember the times that I could have saved you
But our lives fell apart like an old scuffed up shoe
But I still have a dream with us yes it’s true
Like every girl I meet I still compare to you
Behind you was a picture from the 21st century
A hard brush collage with a lot of eccentricity
Nobody was lookin at the work that went into it
With black and white glasses it looked like a piece of shit
Don’t say I’ve found myself when I can’t run or hide
The myth of Miria
And here you are standin right in front of me
I can’t say hello I’m a little shy you see
I want you to hug me but you just didn’t see me
You took the arm of another and I knew you were meant for me
And don’t say I’ve found myself when I can’t run or hide
The myth of Miria
Blown away on thermal wind
Cos there’s art in nature and there’s art in you.
Sittin’ by herself
Pretending she’s lonely again.
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Weed
03:51
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Louie Louie
03:11
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Secret Track
05:02
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Paul Hayworth England, UK
A huge collection of wide ranging albums. Modern timeless encapsulating classic sounds of guitars, vintage synths and fx
with conceptual writing and an amplified verve of generic disruption on electrocuted Wilma tunes since 2010
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