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The Sea
01:34
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Oh, the sea, oh the sea - odyssey, odyssey.
Come and give me peace, oh the sea.
Ocean beams, ocean beams, motion me motion me.
Moonlight like a road. Oh, the sea.
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Marked
04:20
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My heart breaks for the sixteenth time.
By now my blood should be going blind.
Numb as stone under a dome of stars,
by now my heart should be growing bars.
Bars of bone to keep me in,
to keep me out of the state I’m in.
Materialize and fly to me,
arrive to me through my memory.
Oh, but we always played so nice.
Why did it end I tears?
We were marked and made for this –
the dullest ache, the most ruinous bliss.
Kiss me now and take it all.
I close my eyes and I fall and fall.
Branded now, red-handed now,
I’m on my back and I’m counted out.
It wasn’t worth all the pain we caused.
The moon it shone through my glass jaw.
Oh, but we always played so nice.
Why did it end I tears?
Oh, we shattered, so nicely played.
Oh, what a mess we made.
…the most ruinous bliss.
We were marked and made for this –
the dullest ache, the most ruinous bliss.
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3. |
Forgo the Night
02:06
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The pike of night she lays a starry roe,
Under which the village sleeps.
And the creatures prowling the parameter
Are only ever inside.
Forgo the night
Forgo the night
Forgo the night
Forgo the night
The cool air it tells of wedding bells
The fields are high at harvest time.
They are the ones we do not talk about.
Hooded in bright red.
Forgo the night
Forgo the night
Forgo the night
Forgo the night
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4. |
I Let Go
04:30
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What are you doing here, what I am doing here?
What are you doing here, what I am doing here?
In this pit of sharpened bones.
You’re so afraid they are closing in.
You’re so afraid they are closing in.
Like flood water shadow creeping.
Ooowahooaaoo, alright.
One day the spark of you will fall through the dark of you
Ad touch the powder-dry beyond.
Ooowahooaaoo, alright.
Let’s plan our escape attempt.
Dig a tunnel out of here.
This cage makes me so old.
Ooowahooaaoo, alright.
Let’s plan our escape attempt.
Dig a tunnel out of here.
This cage makes me so old.
What are you doing here, what I am doing here?
What are you doing here, what I am doing here?
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5. |
The Soul Is The King
02:35
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I’m in shape, my immune system fizzes like a bug zapper.
My drinking is under control, but what about my soul?
My blood stays away from butter,
There’s no clutter in my arteries.
My heart is open like a bowl,
But what about my soul?
I’m well-fed like a thoroughbred
I’ve got a wife over my head
Snow falls like feathery shavings of bone
But what about my soul?
My body is on loan,
If the mind is the prince, then the soul is the king
My body is on loan,
If the mind is the prince, then the soul is the king
The soul is the king.
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Karl Culley Kraków, Poland
Karl Culley is songwriter and guitarist from England. He currently lives in Krakow, Poland.
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