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Soaking wet and running through the empty streets of Hilversum
She stops dead, you’re shaking now, ‘I think we finally lost them’
She raises her hands above you,
She says ‘the truth is I couldn’t love you’
But she never listened to them
Walls were falling in between them
Sitting drinking in Vondelpark, hiding behind your friends
Youth is sweeping through the trees; you’ll never feel so alive again
The sunset fills with false plans
This had been their last chance
But she never listened to them
Walls were falling in between them
Years of crawling around make for dirty hands
The distant sound of fingers that help you forget
You should turn your head before you’re truly lost.
But she never listened to them
Walls were falling in between them
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Tied Around
04:58
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Late,
Blue-ringed eyes meet every wave
Flaked,
Splintered bare feet long beyond care
Shame,
Long lost after fifteen ocean games
Tea,
Soggy biscuits and the taste of fresh fish
Shut your eyes you’ve been hardly beat by seven years at sea, how could you ever leave?
Stop blaming me, we’ve always been sinking
and taking on water, water, water, water.
Night,
Damp bunk beds the back of your head
Day,
Sunburnt shoulders, gasping for air
Held,
Murmurs and glances, your lips held tight
Daft,
Wrinkled bound hands drift out of sight
Shut your eyes you’ve been hardly beat by seven years at sea, how could you ever leave?
Stop blaming me, we’ve always been sinking
and taking on water, water, water, water.
Land,
A deserted beach, the smell of other men
Squint,
Are we on a deck or treading sand?
Burnt,
Retreat to our trusted cabin
Leave,
Sail out before we forget how to forget
Oars swinging free, they scream and plead,
as you’re cruising through water.
Stop blaming me, we’ve always been sinking
and taking on water, water, water, water.
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If I Said
04:00
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I’m falling through glass again; it hurts as I hit the ground
The ghosts of my life entwined, which bone shall I break this time?
You act as though you were a prisoner of mine, (get something done)
But you just sat around, waiting for a personal call, (no motivation)
Or waiting for a hole in the wall,
Or waiting for an original thought.
If I say that I do,
- then I do.
It hurts as I hit the ground; two boots bought in London town
One is Gethsemane; the other is lost to me.
And I forgot you were a prisoner of mine, (oh you look ill)
And I had to play along, waiting for the statue to fall (no medication)
Or waiting for something to report
Or waiting for an original thought
If I say that I do,
- then I do.
If I say that I do,
- then I do.
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Bruiser
03:04
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The masts are down
My arms spread out
Like a cross, flying
Dreaming
And I’ll confess
But in my sleep
Ever since, lying
Breathing
Stop worrying about the things you can’t change
Pure oil seeps,
It’s seen for miles
As it burns, rising
Choking
Black keys pressed down
Strapped in our mouth
Here we stand, sinking
Dreaming
Stop worrying about the things you can’t change
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My Grey Horse Stratford Upon Avon, UK
My Grey Horse was formed of 5 friends who spent 5 years making music that anchored their
existence.
We're really proud of these records but now it makes sense to move on.
Thanks to anybody who listened to our stuff, bought our records, came to shows or supported us in anyway over the years: we couldn't be more grateful. You've been incredible.
Love from,
Pete, John, Oobah, Joe and Tom.
-dec 16
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