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Butterfly – lyrics
Roxanne de Bastion
To make a Butterfly land on me
It always passes by, flies freely
How can she not know I'd take care?
How can she not know I'd be good for her?
I tried to win your love, but it did go to waste
We get along so well, you must not like my face...
How can she not know I'd take care?
How can she not know I'd be good for her?
With every word I wrote I gave a piece of me
They now stick in my throat, you spat them back at me
How can she not know I'd take care?
How can she not know I'd be good for her?
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Going round the bend was far too smooth
Up the wall's a fine line
From on the ground
Cracked so far beyond the help of glue
A million shards of sanity
Scattered all around
All the places that I could have been
All the sights my sorry eyes might have seen
But nothing can compare with
The feeling of not feeling anything at all
I might've lost my mind
But from all that I can find
There wasn't much in the first place anyway
Maybe I'll spend my time
Wishing for what once was mine
All for a moment's madness one day
Nothing seems to be the way it was
Maybe that's because the way it was
Is not the way it is
A man is nothing more than what he does
So why do we have ears that hear
Each useless word he says
Memories are playing in reverse
A silent movie with no yarn
To keep it all afloat
Some think hearing but not listening's not a curse
But when you hear the music play you can't
Recall a single note
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Minnie Birch - Castles
04:09
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We leave you alone, to pick over the bones of an empire
As you self-implode, after nights spent un-weaving your own gold
And she is furious. She wanted to be your undoing
And she is furious. Because you always get there first.
Just look around, who knew they’d build castles here?
And just let it out that your princes fall for thimbles now.
And we are furious. We wanted to be your undoing.
And we are furious. Because you always get there first.
And I will work your fingers to the bone for this one
Because when morning comes you wont be able to guess
That if you set alight to one then they’ll just all burn.
I can promise.
Who knew they’d build castles here?
Who knew they’d build castles here?
You’ll watch your Princes fall for thimbles.
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Kaity Rae - It Is
03:50
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There's a sound in the air tonight, as through the snow we tread.
It's the sound of a crying boy, wanting his mama's bed.
And his hands are shivering, and white from the cold, and his nose is red.
'Darling you're a big boy, and you're being good boy, we're almost home', she said.
There's no hurry for me to have my own son too, there's no hurry,
but Keilan, are you coming to me soon?
Keilan can you hear me, Keilan can you hear me when I think of you?
Keilan are you coming boy, I'm waiting for you.
There's a sound in the shanty towns, as the sunlight burns the street.
It's the sound of a laughing boy, with nothing upon his feet.
And his mother invites me in, she says 'Take a seat. Can I get you a drink, and I don't have much but I'd love you to eat with me.'
And there's rags at her windows, but she doesn't care for those,
'My son is healthy and free', she says, 'what more do I need?'
There's no hurry for me to have my own son too, there's no hurry,
but Keilan, are you coming to me soon?
Keilan can you hear me, Keilan can you hear me when I think of you?
Keilan are you coming boy, I'm waiting for you.
There's a sound in the air tonight, as through the snow we tread.
It's the sound of a crying boy, wanting his mama's bed.
Keilan can you hear me, Keilan are you listening when I think of you?
Keilan, are you?
There's no hurry for me to have my own son too, there's no hurry,
but Keilan, are you coming to me soon?
Keilan can you hear me, Keilan can you hear me when I think of you?
Keilan are you coming boy, I'm waiting for you.
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Fake Wonderland
(for a wealthy man I happen to know)
In your suite that overlooks the Winter Wonderland
you are standing far above Hyde Park
Pumping beats pollute the evening air
neon towers glitter in the dark
Chorus: Fake wonderland, vanity fair
I understand you, you stand and stare
Money will buy nothing that lasts
Rumours abound about your past
Who will be the Alice to fall in your Wonderland
now you've parted ways with Queen of Hearts?
Like the little mermaid, she'll be walking on shards
stepping through the broken looking-glass
In this world of mirrors I'm forgettng what is real
clinging to ambition, mixed with fear
I recall a place where I could say what I feel
but it must be far away from here
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The Mississippi Woman
Did you ever hear the tale of the Mississippi woman?
She was washing her clothes in the waters one day
Then the angel of the lord came down and said
“There's gonna be some changes around here”
And he washed all her clothes away
There's comfort in soft bare skin
Warmth in the sun
But the tale of the Mississippi woman wasn't told by anyone
She made clothes from the rushes and a bed down by the willow
And when darkness came the riverbank made for her a pillow
Then the angel of the lord came down and said “now you are free”
And she said “lord, make a man out of me, lord, make a man out of me”
There's comfort in soft bare skin
Warmth in the sun
But the tale of the Mississippi woman wasn't told by anyone
“Take of my golden hair, take of my fingernails
Make something strong from something flowing, something frail”
Then the angel of the lord came down and he took of her golden hair
And where there were only willows
Now a man was standing there
There's comfort in soft bare skin
Warmth in the sun
But the tale of the Mississippi woman wasn't told by anyone
“What is this river here? What is this naked shame?
Where is my maker and won't he tell to me my name?”
Well the angel of the lord now being nowhere to be seen she said:
“I am your maker and now you'll abide with me
And we'll make clothes from the rushes and a bed down by the willow
And the side from which you came my love will serve you as a pillow”
Now there's comfort in soft bare skin
Warmth in the sun
But the tale of the Mississippi woman wasn't told by anyone
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Blue Spiral Screams
The air is cool tonight
And we are born to fight,
And the sun will rise,
In blood - It's us or them,
Cherish each season our people remain free,
Curse the dark ones from the south let blood stain iron today,
As we are born to kill,
They'll never take our lands.
Senses swathed in blood,
The thrill - The hunters call,
The sound of iron on bone
Fine tuned to every fight,
Cherish each season our ever lasting fight,
Oh Morrigan can save us still we fight for freedoms light,
Fine tuned, we're set to kill,
They'll never see the dawn.
We'll never be enslaved,
Your chains are not for us,
Your taxes and your laws,
Will fail - We'll not be owned!
Silently we'll watch the God's and plan the time to strike!
And we'll feed the crows your bones, or with honour we'll die!
Blue spiral screams we charge!
What will the battle bring?
Airmid, Arawn, Cailleach, Macha,
Morrigan, Anu, Babd Catha x 2
And I release the Hare, I call Andraste's will,
The turning of the Hare will tell our fate or fall.
Come now brothers, kin and lovers!
Wrought upon the might,
Come now brothers, kin and lovers,
Victory or die.
Blue spiral screams we fall,
Our mother land will die.
Morrigan, Cailleach, Babd Catha
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