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It’s the moments when you feel short of breath
It’s your heart thumpin’ through your chest
It’s the dust gathered on all your regrets
It’s the time we have not tasted yet
It’s the scent of the summer rain,
It’s the moth dancing to the flame,
It’s the love you seek in vain,
And the way the mystery remains.
It’s the stolen glance and a shot at bliss,
It’s the words that blossom on your lips,
It’s the tingle of a tender kiss,
It’s the nights spent tryin’ to catch a wish
It’s the hollowness that you find within,
It’s the shivers that crawl along your skin,
The euphoria that will make you spin,
It’s the terror of pushing in the pin.
It’s the glimpse you get of what will be,
Or the flash of light of eternity,
It’s the snowflakes smashing on the sea,
or an ethereal symphony
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Strip away the layers
Of your identity,
Remove the clutter and the dust
Of your biography.
Sweep away your sense of self-
It’s just a memory,
Just a mirror of the world
It’s too illusory
And deep inside
You just might find
The true frequency.
That silent hum from which we were spun
That rattles eternally
And eternity
You’ll be
Eternally.
Signify or mystify;
It makes no difference to me
But each of us must find our path
Through this mystery.
We are but dust swathed in rust
Hunting down liberty
But each doorway you find inside yourself
Could become the key.
And deep inside
You just might find
The true frequency.
That silent hum
From which we were spun
That rattles eternally
And eternity
You’ll be
Eternally.
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Welcome aboard the melancholy express
We’ll be calling at all the stations of regret
There’s Sorrow street, Hollow street, Misery west
And our final stop: Emptiness
Tickets please, tickets please to be deployed
To the centre of the void
For those who are broken whose hearts are destroyed
Our buffet cart serves only the best Schadenfreude
We’ll shortly be arriving at Emptiness
The final destination of our progress,
Please take your baggage, your hurt and regret
And thank you for travelling with…Melancholy express
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A heartbeat rattles a mile a minute,
A sickness clings to my tongue,
A motion mutates a mile to pin it
But I’m holding out for a song
That’ll give me a place to belong
And the dirge of the diet, the will of your own,
The moments you wish to be hung
In a second hand suspense, when solid sense
Can only carry you along
To a moment of decision, where you course past derision,
And find yourself suddenly strung
Up and bound and waiting to pound
The flavour of each single wrong
That was ground to your skin and marked up within
The body to which you clung
But all being right I’ll see you at midnight
With eyes burning bright and strong
And inside I’ll reach and suddenly unleash
The burden that stifles my tongue!
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la...
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Lost in the echoes of the words you spoke,
Lost in the shadow you cast,
Lost in the memory of your sunset eyes,
So knowing and so vast
And I know these chords are tired and dumb
This melody's already been sung,
But it’s the only way
I can spit out the burden
That clings to my tongue
Because when I seek the words to speak
The sentiment comes out wrong
And I'm so lost since your eyes gave me
A place to belong
And you would probably think what have you done
To make this boy sing without any aplomb
But it’s the only way
I can spit out the burden
That clings to my tongue
And the thought of your lips still lingers and twists
Up the path I thought I knew
And now every road I take to escape
Still leads me to you
And I know I’ve got to move on
But please let me sing this pathetic song
Because it’s the only way
I can spit out the burden
That clings to my tongue
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I’ll play the stranger and you play the ghost
Exchanging glances with the path that we chose
The look in your eye leaves my heart exposed
But I suppose that’s the way that it goes
When you see someone
That you used to know
You’ll have your reasons , I’ll have my regrets,
I’ll be counting up the ways that I’ve learnt to forget
Then the scent of your hair will reach up to my chest-
Prove that this wounds still fresh
I just haven’t found a way
To stitch it up yet
They say that the shadows welcome the dawn,
They say from the ashes the phoenix is born
They say every rose must have its thorn
And sunshine will follow the storm
But what they say
Is nothing at all
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All my days I've been searching
as you will understand
for a sacred moment
and a movement of a hand
for the glimmer of a light
to guide each of my plans
for this hollow feeling
to be scattered in the sand
(I wanna fly away
I wanna fly away)
But the moment never comes
I can never find the key
that will unlock the chains
to my own futility
like Prometheus to his stone
I'm chained to my destiny
each day in eternity
I'm longing to be free
(I wanna fly away
I wanna fly away)
(But) I'll keep the fire burning
I'll never let it die
'cause when you're done with yeaning
well, you've got no alibi
like a distant star
blinking in the sky
you'll be nothing but a shadow
of a former life
(I wanna fly away
I wanna fly away)
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Strollin down the avenues and through the sodden streets,
pavement snapping at my heels and rappin out a beat (so neat)
I lose myself in the crowd cause identity’s obsolete
Lost in a tide of faces flashing by so fleet
Start up spittin’ heat,
Till my sadness can retreat
Now, wouldn’t that be sweet
Strollin down the avenues and alleys in my mind
Searching for the highway that’ll take me right inside,
To the inner depths of self and its swollen, smashing tide,
And as soon as I find that place I’ll leave it all behind
Start up spittin’ heat,
Till my sadness can retreat
Now, wouldn’t that be sweet
Strollin down the avenues all the way to my front door,
My mind will drift from place to place till its washed up on the shore,
White heat and double speak, all the things that I adore,
And in that moment I’ll forget what I was searching for,
Start up spittin heat,
Till my sadness can retreat
Now, wouldn’t that be sweet
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To Each (Rivers/Hayward)
02:59
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These who speak with broken tongues,
Those who whisper loss,
Addicts, arsonists and angels
To each a forget-me-not.
To each a bittersweet tear,
To each a work of art.
A sacred space is set for these;
The architects of my heart.
The first she was a junkie,
Hooked on love’s sweet flow,
Her body bore the track marks
Left by cupid’s bow,
Simply in love with love,
In love with euphorics,
But the stash’d crash and she’d wind up,
Rattlin’ for a fix.
Miss violent sabotage
Lies next upon the list,
Always had a petrol bomb
Launching from her wrist,
Always intent on destroying
The little love she’d gained,
She took each act of romance
As fuel for the flame.
Finally the angel,
Came banging at my door,
Looking for the broken boy
To protect and adore,
She loved my sense of loss,
And my twisted up world view,
She was only truly happy with
Someone to rescue.
These who speak with broken tongues,
Those who whisper loss,
Addicts, arsonists and angels
To each a forget-me-not.
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We must talk, You and I,
About the heavenly ether that drips from the sky,
About the mysterious moon and all things beneath
Flick a purposeful tongue against hesitant teeth!
Yes! We must talk, cross and engage,
Capture in words the spirit of the age.
Turn your mind inward, turn your head out;
Let words drip like honey from your mouth.
Yes! Yes! Talk we will.
As the aroma of heather bursts to distil!
We’ll drink in the perfume of each starry night
As words perforate us with flickers of light!
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The Idiot Society Portugal
Origin: Portugal/U.K.
Bill Rivers and Dawn
Mendonça
Genres:Eclectic, Experimental Pop/Jazz/Electronic
2010 - Present
Label: Independent/ MiMi Records
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