1. |
Water
03:17
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I was stuck in rage
slipped my mind somehow
falling on the ridge
couldn't get enough
of wrapping demons around me head
tripping fever tops with no safety-net
oh love is just no fun, love is like a pun
that you never get
What if there is no me
what is there's no one
only water
falling from ceiling and coming from all around
May be lately
you've been feeling the same
and forever we stay
slightly faintly insane
oh
the weather tastes peppermint
i learned some lies
does that mean i know?
does that mean i know?
I know the talk's been around the town
People turning their faces inside out
upside inside out
is it all about
will i ever guess?
What if there is no me
what is there's no one
only water
falling from ceiling and calling from all around
May be lately
you've been feeling the same
and forever we stay
slightly faintly insane
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2. |
St. Judas
02:18
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When Saint Judas comes
I find myself in the dark
But then Saint Judas came
I found myself not quite the same
But then Saint Jesus came
And he said, he said "I find,"
I find that the weather is fine, finally,
I find that the weather is fine, finally,
I find that the weather is fine
Oh Saint Jesus, man,
don't you ruin my perfect plan
I'll keep an eye over this town
just in case it's upside down
oh Jesus, touch my dusty cape,
keep your mind agape
and check out the landscape
When I fly, the weather is fine, finally,
I fly and the weather is fine, finally,
I fly and the weather is fine
Homes burn
homes boil and swirl
in time
I fly and the weather is fine
When Saint Judas comes
I find myself in the dark
But then Saint Judas came
I found myself not quite the same
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3. |
Sea Love
04:14
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(by Charlotte Mew)
Tide be runnin’ the great world over:
’Twas only last June month I mind that we
Was thinkin’ the toss and the call in the breast of the lover
So everlastin’ as the sea.
Heer's the same little fishes that splutter and swim,
Wi’ the moon’s old glim on the grey, wet sand:
An’ him no more to me nor me to him
Then the wind goin’ over my hand.
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4. |
Valediction
04:49
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(by John Donne)
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say
The breath goes now, and some say, No:
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears,
Men reckon what it did, and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refined,
That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the other do.
And though it in the center sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.
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5. |
Purple Land
05:14
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When the day
has come to an end
almost grey
and weary
When the trees
undress
with a touch of a hand
Here it comes
purple land
I have seen
I have seen it all
Moon rise
And sun fall
This autumn bore
is just
a kind of untimely truth
got no use
a child unblessed
like purple land
Nothing goes as planned
In purple purple land
Care to pretend
you're in purple purple
perfect purple land
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Circumvesuviana Saint Petersburg, Russia
Formed in 2012. Oksana Boulakh writes music, arrangements and lyrics in English and Russian (sometimes borrowing from poetry), plays keyboards and sings. Vladimir Korshunov also comes up with music and arrangements, plays bass, guitar et al. Circumvesuviana looks for hidden pathways in the genre of a song, loves quirky rhythms and harmonies, but also likes to keep it simple and transparent. ... more
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