1. |
Don't Look at The Sun
05:41
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Don't look directly at the sun.
We are all one,
all one.
These things are no fun.
Don't look at the sun,
the sun.
My war is never to be won,
it rages on,
and on.
There's no option left but run,
war rages on,
and on.
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2. |
Always/Never
05:00
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Silence fills this space
around us, between us.
Toe to toe, face to face,
but still nowhere nearer.
Times, divide and take away
all effort, endeavour.
It can only go two ways,
always or never.
Time divides and takes away
all effort, endeavour.
It can only go to waste,
always or never.
Distance forms this space,
erases and severs.
Side by side, fixed in place,
alone but together.
Times, divide and take away
all effort, endeavour.
It can only go two ways,
always or never.
Time divides and takes away
all effort, endeavour.
It can only go to waste,
always or never.
Not to put too fine a point on it,
saying I'm the only bee in your bonnet.
Will I make a little birdhouse in your soul?
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3. |
The Freeze
04:28
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I'll pretend it never came.
Painted white, we speak the same.
Bow your head, forget the breeze.
Down and out but on with the freeze.
Excuse me while I hold you down.
I didn't know I was wearing the crown.
Fight it off with smoke in the eye.
Tears streaming but nowhere to lie,
Hide.
Wires around you, holding you down.
The wires surround you, weighted sound.
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4. |
Teastain
05:11
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I only disappear into a nightmare,
where tainted beauty devours everything.
Across my garden is what I put there.
Figures of influence born of impostors.
Demons hide in lamplight,
burning through our eyes.
Objects with a heartbeat.
Scattered fireflies.
I only disappear into a nightmare,
where tainted beauty devours everything.
Across my garden is what I put there.
Figures of influence born of impostors.
Across my garden I scattered everything.
Born of impostors, objects that disappear.
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5. |
Walls
04:23
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These walls seem so close together since you let them in.
Mark my words they seem too clever.
Now you see them grin.
Those simple waves that determine all things fair for you.
You won't stop until you see those open wounds.
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6. |
Good Plans
03:54
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Dismantle the shapes that blind your eyes.
Undo the knots that hold the ties.
To western winds in times of sin.
A rip in the clouds is where I'll be found.
Facing outside in the cold,
is not the way that I've been taught.
The hills and mountains make good plans.
For lands of far and sun kissed sands.
A bird paints a shadow across the floor.
I look down and think that I've been here before.
The soles of my shoes wear paper thin.
Colour in my body with the bruises on my skin.
Facing outside in the cold,
is not the way that I've been taught.
The hills and mountains make good plans.
The lands of far and sun kissed sands.
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7. |
Misfire
03:52
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Left for dead.
Rest my head on the riverbed.
Wear my body down to the bone.
Home arrest.
Built my nest on a spider's web.
Hear the creatures creeping below.
Overfed.
Watch the birds circle overhead.
See, I haven't said words of any worth for so long.
So I will contribute in silence,
this time.
Grey and old.
Rue the day I lose control.
Ground will part and swallow me whole.
Killing time.
Wait inside until the killing time.
These routines are all that we know.
Minor threat.
Tell a joke I could never get.
Have I stayed on track?
Or have I slowly turned full circle?
All communications miswired.
Misfire.
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8. |
Silent Verse
06:33
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Amnesiac congregation manipulate constellations
and conversation soon turns sour.
And I believe it.
I believe it.
I believe it.
Silent verse understood,
runs like grain through ancient wood.
I can't hear
old friends sing
over flashing screens
conditioning.
And zodiac decoration
deprives us of the systematic, enumatic education.
And then some.
And I believe it.
I believe in it.
I believe it.
Silent verse understood,
runs like grain through ancient wood.
I can't hear
old friends sing
over flashing screens
conditioning.
And I believe in it.
I believe in it.
I believe in it.
I believe in it.
I believe in it.
And I believe.
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Tiger Years Falmouth, UK
Now that Mankind has totally discarded the sacred words from the Good Book, people can find a new faith from a five-piece
set up scorned from the hazy seaside town of Falmouth Cornwall. The dynamic of this cluster of varied souls and their individual morals constitutes an extremely unique and somewhat pleasurable experience. You will live longer. Long live Tiger Years.
Words by Teddy Ardern.
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