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Neon
04:28
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Neon bright, blinding, cold light on my skin
The colours run in bruised ink
They fade and leave again
Its not enough, to hold the ghosts I know
To live in endless noise, in moments cold and slow
An ageless motion, unseen, drifting apart
An old act, in our own world
An old lie from the heart
Its not enough, to hold the ghosts I know
To live in endless noise, in moments cold and slow
I'm not alone
The ghosts I know
They wait for me
The poison's slow
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Velvet Rope
05:09
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Staring at the falling sun, swinging from your velvet rope
Your faith keeps tearing at
My throat
Swaying in the evening breeze, falling to the coldest stone
Surrender to the silent leaves
Of home
And higher, the rope swings through the trees
A graceful
Release
Beating on a broken heart, worn like a favourite joke
Laying on a bed of ash and smoke
Trying now to play the part, tried to be your Holy Ghost
A sliver of a silver light
At most
Louder, heartbeats on the breeze
In flowers and trees
Higher, the rope swings through the trees
A glacial
Release
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3. |
Some Old Song
04:25
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Your eyes, were closing so slow
I knew you were drifting away
Away like a song
Away, away like a song
We write our songs on the page
But all the words are the same, all the notes all the same
Only ourselves to blame
As the last melody fades
Silence takes centre stage
I'll tell you something
I'll tell you something
We're trying to hold on
To words
The words of some old song
The stars, were falling so slow,
That night felt like a dream
I'm lost in that dream
Lost, lost in that dream
Players take the stage
But all the scenes are the same
All the words all the same
Only ourselves to blame
All the best memories fade
Silence takes centre stage
I'll tell you something
I'll tell you something
We're trying to hold on
To words
The words of some old song
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Last Flowers
04:40
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Drifting flowers, circling cold hands
Pushing, pulling
There are tides at the heart
Of bouquets of old bone
They wash to the shore
They glitter, glitter
Ice in the blooms
I've drowned in your last hours
holding your last flowers
Drifting down into the deep
Out of reach
A pillow of roses, a red painted sea
You're smiling, smiling
Petals for eyes
Drifting Flowers, circling cold hands
Sleep now, sleep now
Rest in the waves
I've drowned in your last hours
holding your last flowers
Drifting down into the deep
Out of reach
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Some Cast Fire Aberdeen, UK
Some Cast Fire is the music of Mike Blair, 4th rate guitarist, shoe enthusiast and effects pedal fanatic.
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