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National Song
04:26
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You know how to shout and pray, and wave your pitchforks,
You know how to barricade your classroom doors,
You know your Lord, and how he’s awaited
You know this revolt of yours will never get old or antiquated
You know the words to your national song
You know the melody, and you ride it along
You know you don't feel, feel it at all
You know the drill, drilled to belong
You know your opinion, and you know how to sell it
You know all your life you've been living on credit
But you don't know the value of the cards you've been dealt
You know the words to your national song
You know the melody, and you ride it along
You know you don't feel, feel it at all
You know the drill, drilled to belong
You know the words (words)
You know the melody (melody)
You know the drill, drilled to belong
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2. |
Cardboard Castle
03:34
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Words bend,
coming out of your mouth
Bullshit,
through the tourist route
A dissonant chord,
Your battle sound.
Your last reward,
Has been handed out.
Your cardboard castle is coming down.
Your cardboard castle is coming down.
Your cardboard castle is all worn out,
Your cardboard castle
White lie paint,
smeared on your outsides
Still wet,
it will never dry
You’re a smokescreen saint,
with your pretend high
I'm done with it,
I see through your lies
Your cardboard castle is coming down.
Your cardboard castle is coming down.
Your cardboard castle is all worn out,
Your cardboard castle
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3. |
Throw Stones
03:10
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Try not to see red,
Count back from ten, until I land,
take a deep breath.
Leave your little lion's den.
no
I'm not going to throw stones
I'm not going to let go
of my veiled violence
How could you tell?
Was it the bottled-up smell?
Does it really show?
The thing that scares me most.
I won't (won’t)
I'm not going to throw stones (stones)
I'm not going to let go
of my veiled violence
My mission to recognize,
tons and tons of liquid lies,
Takes me to the boiling point,
Take in everything, overflowed
But I won't (won’t)
I'm not going to throw stones (stones)
No, I'm not going to let go
and vent my violence
no (no)
I'm not going to throw stones (stones)
I'm not going to explode
and vent my violence
Count back from ten, until you land.
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4. |
No Room
03:29
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There ain't no room left in my mind.
There is no room, left to fantasize,
I imagine my way out, of this cubicle life
There is a chance, where you assume, there ain't room.
Talking to a voice, on the other end,
There's a big mess....message been sent,
Through the phone held hostage in your hand
When you're on and when you talk, you leave no room.
Keep your silence
Signals, all mute
Your feedback siren
Leaves nothing to choose
Out of touch
Just mono output
A single thought,
Just mono output
There ain't no room left in my mind.
There is no room, left to fantasize
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5. |
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How long is a month?
hours, minutes, by the ton
some 30 solo nights
where low 'n high tides,
Take turns, as she pulls.
Hanging on, beyond the sky.
And I'm trying.
Can you see her, at large
My lonesome solution
Wherever you are
In lesser light pollution
How big is the moon?
How heavy her heart,
When she thinks of me,
Or am I guilty of wishful thinking,
Anything, to get me through,
this waiting game, waiting on you
While she keeps on hanging on
her crater-filled body, oh
Can you see her, at large
My lonesome solution
Wherever you are
In lesser light pollution
How long is a month?
Some 30 solo nights,
until a new moon sheds her light,
She's out of my reach,
She's out of my sight,
invisible in the blue,
But I cannot hide,
How much I miss you,
How much I miss you,
how much,
how long, how heavy, how big
Can you see her
Can you see her
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6. |
Every Song
03:44
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Every song, is already copied
Every emotion, already embodied
Every word, has been overheard
Every rhyme, has been deferred
Every song, has been rewritten
Everyone, has learned it different
Every accord, three dots dimmed
Every war, each a hymn
Every verse, has been called with response
Every chorus, has been prolonged
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7. |
Love and Death
04:16
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Brothers and sisters
Lend me your ears
Listen to my story
Of love and death
I felt deep in love
With her and her heart
The girl of my dreams
You know what I mean
Love and death
Walk hand in hand
The way to the grave
To the grave
Is just the same
Love and death
Walk hand in hand
The way to the grave
Is just the same
On our wedding day
She gave me a kiss
With tears in her eyes
It was the kiss of death
Love and death
Walk hand in hand
The way to the grave
Is just the same
Love and death
Walk hand in hand
The way to the grave
Is just the same
Love and death
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8. |
She's Stronger
03:23
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Two arms, strong enough, to keep me in
She doesn't mind, from time to time, she lets me win
A torn up, rule book, that is who she is
Her unplanned blue tattoo, that is what you miss
She's stronger than you
Hauls it all on her own
Stronger than you
Better at holding on, and letting go
She’s stronger than you
A diamond to the bare bone
She’s stronger than you
Inside, of your eyes, she sees your tears
She is a big sponge, soaking up, the blood we spilled
Her voluntary, free love, that is what you miss
She's stronger than you
Hauls it all on her own
Stronger than you
Better at holding on, and letting go
She’s stronger than you
A diamond to the bare bone
She’s stronger than you
She’s stronger than you
She’s stronger than you
She’s stronger than you
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9. |
Who Do We Look To Now
03:06
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Look away, or I'll see right through.
The power plays, all rigged by you.
Hang my head, as cowards do.
With all heads bowed,
Shepherds turn into sheep, somehow.
Who do we look to now?
New or old ornaments don't fool me.
I'm colonized, I know the hive, I am that bee.
And I have learned to pretend, that I know how it feels to be free.
With all heads bowed,
Shepherds turn into sheep, somehow.
Who do we look to now?
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10. |
I Want To Change
04:36
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White, silver stripes, Blue dot, black star.
Big dreaming, little ants,
It’s just, who we are.
Square circles, running ‘round, on spare parts.
I want to change, our future, stop a war.
I want to change, I want to change what's to come I want to change, I want to change the book
I want to change, I want to change the subject
I want to change, into...
Deep red, old flags,
from the past, hanging down.
And the joy, the joysticks,
Army of drones, homeward bound. Clean green, green screen,
on my phone, I'm allowed.
To change, our future,
my future, from my couch.
I want to change, I want to change what’s to come I want to change, I want to change the book
I want to change, I want to change the subject
I want to change, into...
I want to change the way I feel
I want to change the way it looks
I want to change my attitude (I want to change)
My initials, my name (I want to change)
A butterfly in a cage (I want to change)
and you want the same (I want to change)
I want to change direction (I want to change)
I want to change, a raw resurrection (I want to change) and you want the same (I want to change)
I want to change
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Nana Adjoa Amsterdam, Netherlands
Amsterdam-based singer-songwriter Nana Adjoa is a sonic explorer, armed with a deft poeticism and a fierce sense of musicianship. Behind the multi-instrumentalist’s bold approach to songwriting is an unflinching sense of curiosity and an openness to endless possibility. ... more
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