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Four Walls
04:53
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It's gone cold and quiet
No one knows where to go or what to say.
I haven't been there for you
It's breaking my world in two.
Time to say goodbye to her
Who bathed you sang to you and kept you warm.
Now you're to bear it alone
It's true that I can't come home.
Should be easier to say goodbye
Cause you don't need her at all.
You keep it hanging on
And it might go wrong.
It's not the pain it caused
Would ruin you shatter you break you down
You've never lived at all
Until you've lived alone.
There were four walls and the need to hold on
You tried so hard but now she is gone.
Life is short and it proves we're caught in a bind of wills
Four walls hold on to what used to be yours.
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Porcelain
04:01
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Dripping with fear, confronting spiteful sneers,
Her conscience is laid bare.
Regaling tales of woe, self-inflicted deathly blows,
With wings unfurled she cries...
Consider what I am: porcelain,
In the hands of a child whom no-one scolds.
Imploring begs a tear, his consent draws near,
But she wears her angst so well.
Now the inquisition grows, dread releasing thunderous floes,
Of callous, chastening bile.
Despondent and broke, no end on which to pin his hope,
He responds with gall in kind.
Consider what I am: porcelain,
The mute amongst the hoards.
Now the calm draws near, but malice drives him still,
Because she wears her angst so well.
Raking leaves through sandy gales,
Counting straws in burning bales.
Chasing shadows, forging jewels,
Sculpting cliffs with wooden tools.
Going to war to end all wars,
Trading punches, settling scores.
Building castles in the sky,
Live in fear that one might die.
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Headrush
04:16
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It's superficial this wound of mine
Doesn't even reach the bone.
But hers is hanging from her eyelids now
The pain, regret and guilt that I see.
His kindness comes out his pores doesn't it
It's not that he drank too much last night
Life has a funny way of throwing things at you
The good the bad, it's not so black and white.
And I'll run till my lungs bleed
And I'll pedal till my bike breaks
Can't get away from you, even though I want to
Because he likes the headrush of being with me.
It's fundamental your jealousy
But you can't handle stolen thrones
It's kind of funny how I'm left here thinking
The split of right and wrong isn't clear.
Her eyes are telling me a story
Of how her sorry life remains
It's clear she wants him to reject her now
So her world makes sense again.
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Defeat Myself
04:00
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Never saw the sun so low.
Never spared a thought before.
Tell me where the brave ones go.
Bring me back my false control.
How you gonna find it anywhere?
Building up your own sense of yesteryear?
What to say, what to say, when it all falls down again?
Where to find the perfect adages?
Faced with stubborn thorns.
Braced for all but scorn.
Waiting for a life less staid.
How contrived is this face?
How to rid me of this apathy?
Lucid thoughts escape me.
I can leave, I can leave, I am my own prisoner.
I can leave, I can leave, I am my own prisoner.
Let it burn, let it burn, it's all dead anyway.
Let it burn, let it burn, it's all dead anyway.
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Clean Cut
04:34
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6. |
Lives of Others
03:36
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You're pointing your eyes at the ground again,
I can tell you've got something to say.
I'll stand through another hundred of the harshest winters,
But I can't take your insisting one more day.
Chasing lives of all these others ages you,
Striving for something that I'm not.
Take it from me, it's not all that it appears,
It's not the life for all these years you've sought.
Don't it feel like we're dragging our heels?
Like we're not quite where we ought to be?
I don't think I'm of the constitution,
To rest easy when there's so much to be done.
Take time to reacquaint with contentment.
Find the peace of mind that seems to have been lost.
Realise those things you might let slip into the void.
Selfishness is not so easily taught.
Don't if feel like we're dragging our heels?
Like we're not quite where we ought to be?
No, it feels I'm right where I'm supposed to be.
This incertitude will be the death of me.
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7. |
The Source
04:31
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Ah, Lucidity London, UK
Lucy and Dave, singer-songwriters from Hong Kong and Dublin respectively, met in a pub in South London in March 2013 with a
view to collaborating.
In August 2020, they released their self-produced debut album,, "Lives of Others", the culmination of seven years of writing, recording, rewriting, rerecording, editing and production.
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