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Bird of Paradise
03:10
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Lyrics: Bird of Paradise
Let’s walk through the greenhouse
travel through time and see a Bird of Paradise
You’re telling me it’s in your parent’s backyard
Brightly coloured birds in flight
Bluish green eyes
What is this thing called spring?
You are asking me
What are the odds hypothetically?
I am measuring seconds
moments of pure light
Are you eager to read the lyrics I’m writing?
Brightly coloured birds in flight
Bluish green eyes
There is the heat of love
The pulsing rush
Magic to make the sanest man go nuts
I’ll be the one to warn you…
When this day comes will we stand up?
When our house burns will we stand up?
When the firemen come will we stand up?
When our heartbeats turn will we stand up?
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Tree by leaf
Deep waters
I wish you were here with me
Stone by stone
Outweighs us
I wish you were here with me
Tiptoe over the bridge to memories we lost
To fights we fought and things we learned to live with
Burning into the night
I can’t swim or reach you on a lake with no name
To the boats
Afloat us
I wish you were here with me
Tiptoe over the bridge to memories we lost
To fights we fought and things we learned to live with
Burning into the night
I can’t swim or reach you
I can’t swim or reach you on a lake with no name
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Limbo
05:02
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Lyrics: Limbo
This isn’t public art anymore,
This is intimacy made so you want to look away,
Unless you have the stomach for it.
I wanted to hold your hand
but I was so far away,
And I was distracted by the way your lower lip
was surplus to your moonface:
You articulate mime,
must you pale that way
like a slowly freezing pond?
And if this is a kind of ending let it be a kind one,
This terrible birthday present:
Just a small ruck of ice-shavings
after ungrateful slice of blade,
giftwrapped in Mondays.
I wanted to hold your hand
but I was so far away,
And I was distracted by the way your lower lip
was surplus to your moonface:
You articulate mime,
must you pale that way
like a slowly freezing pond?
I don't know if I believe my self anymore
or if I even recognize my voice
When I replayed the tapes.
Take your time.
I don't want a thank you note.
I wanted to hold your hand
but I was so far away,
And I was distracted by the way your lower lip
was surplus to your moonface:
You articulate mime,
must you pale that way
like a slowly freezing pond?
The problem of comfort and comforting
is not what matters but how we make a mattering of it.
I wanted to hold your hand
but I was so far away,
And I was distracted by the way your lower lip
was surplus to your moonface:
You articulate mime,
must you pale that way
like a slowly freezing pond?
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Lyrics: Drones over Gatwick
Just because she said so
Doesn’t mean she cares
Just because she loves him
Doesn’t mean she can
She is just restless
But no one cares to see
She just drifts further and further away in the North Sea
Is it the drones over Gatwick?
Is it the constant hum in my ear?
Or am I too Scandinavian?
Do I not belong here?
Just because he knows her
Doesn’t mean he knows
Not until it matters
Then it matters most
He is just restless
But no one cares to see
He just drifts further and further away in the North Sea
Is it the drones over Gatwick?
Is it the constant hum in my ear?
Or am I too Scandinavian?
Do I not belong here?
Just because it feels good
Doesn’t mean it’s good
Just because it matters
Doesn’t mean it should
We are just restless
But no one cares to see
We just drift further and further away in the North Sea
Is it the drones over Gatwick?
Is it the constant hum in my ear?
Or am I too Scandinavian?
Do I not belong here?
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Five Day Forecast
03:49
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Lyrics: Five Day Forecast
Small talk by a bus stop
I was just pretending to be me
It is tricky
Two stops that is just enough
time to sit and hum in solitude
Or time to meet someone new
Five day forecast
Winds are sweeping past
Fast strong winds
Soon to batter Britain again
No chance for the sun to dance
Rainy grainy look out on the streets
They need sweeping
But you’re fine there is still time
Do you have to rush round’ to succeed
I don’t think you need to
Five day forecast
Winds are sweeping past
Fast strong winds
Soon to batter Britain again
It stayed mild throughout the week
Against my predictions
Against all odds we were speaking
Five day forecast
Winds are sweeping past
Fast strong winds
Soon to batter Britain again
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“A delightfully playful slice of alt-folk pitched somewhere between Regina Spektor’s characterful delivery and Laura Marling’s near-perfect tones.”
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