1. |
Erraticism
04:10
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8pm, Monday on the floor
Too many thoughts too many more
Whisper, whisper jobs already done
Crashing drums of morning thoughts to come
Ahhh and there must be something
Ahhh something I should be doing
Must be something I should be doing
Itchy hands rough fingernails
Check the list, check it then times over
What's forgotten's here again (repeat)
Do the maths so you can do the next task
Countdown finished something must be missing
Don't shout but don't put on a mask
Settle down to run the reel and see it
Chorus
Sit down sit down to break
Whatever it is will have to wait
Listen one-earred and one-eyed
Don't leave a single thread behind
Chorus x 2
Get the things
Take a break
Find some thoughts
Stay up late
Fix it up
Do it wrong
Now tomorrow will be long
Don't give up
Don't be slow
Don't let anybody know
Lost the things
Got no break
Had no thoughts
Now I'm late (repeat)
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2. |
One Line
04:03
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Your stage is the sand
The cobbles and fields
Your message is heard
When armoured hearts yield
Your shadow is small
Yet you seem to stand tall
And monsters and men
To your echoed words fall
Stand up with fire in the strings and your soul
Give up the world for the ringing note's call
When all else disperses and old dreams have flown
The music you fight with will still be your own.
Race at the head
Of a desert wind's wave
Counter storm's melodies
Break silent days
Pick out the strings
That will cut to the bone
Somewhere unreachable
You are alone
Chorus
As even the wind is in harmony
You'll charm every soul but the one you mean
You need no sword to be deadly
Nor to be slain
Stand up with soul
To the harsh or unfair
Fall at the hand
Of your only true care
Let go the strings
You can no longer hold
For though you drew eyes
You were always alone
You need no sword to be deadly
Nor to be slain.
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3. |
Which Way
04:19
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These thoughts, locked in my head.
Were hardwired.
I feel them burn, burn in my mind.
They’re unchained.
Can I live with the side I take? No grey.
Something has to give, Something has to give way this time.
Is there a way around it?
What will change?
It's ok to be wrong, sometimes
I know, the mistakes I've made are my own
It's ok to be wrong, sometimes
If I change my mind will you be there?
Will you be there?
Your ideals, set in stone.
They're fools gold.
You feel them burn, burn others' minds.
These blurred lines.
Can you hold your side in disarray?
What will you give, What will you give away this time?
Will you find a way around it?
Will you change?
It's ok to be wrong, sometimes
You know, that your hard line is misguided
It's ok to be wrong, sometimes
If you change your mind I will be there
I will be there.
We are the same, trapped by the black and white
Rewrite this line, not for us but for all
Take best from this, it is ours to share
We will be the change
It's ok to be wrong, sometimes
We know, that our sins don’t define us
It's ok to be wrong, sometimes
If we change our mind it won't break us
It won’t break us.
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4. |
Paper Boats
04:04
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When I first set sail I left some soul behind
Your echoes in my gut tugged back at me like ebbing tides
But for every step I took a whisper left your lips
“She’s gone, alone, she is no longer one of us we feel”
And so the spark will wash away
It floats away and gently fades
It floats away, away away in paper boats
The tide will say I wash away
I’ll take away it floats away
I’ll wash away, away away these paper boats.
I loaded paper boats with words and hope
Sent parts of me across the sea in paper boats.
But for every scribble made your heart to others spoke
And said “she hasn't come, her words are false, they will not float.”
And so the spark will wash away
It floats away and gently fades
It floats away, away, away in paper boats
The tide will say I wash away
I’ll take away it floats away
I’ll wash away, away, away these paper boats.
These words inside my mind
They won’t take me home
You won’t wash away
The ink on my hands
Everything I was was ordinary
And everything I dreamed was in clichés
Everything I am is not enough
For you are all unique and I am same
Everything I found was beyond words
So nothing that I learned could be conveyed
Unless I poured it out on paper boats
And paper boats disintegrate.
And so your spark will wash away
It floats away and gently fades
It floats away, away, away in paper boats
The tide will say I wash away
I’ll take away these words you say
But my heart won’t give away these words in paper boats.
These words in paper boats
(Folded with care)
They won’t take me home
(Lost at sea)
You won’t wash away
(You never saw)
The ink on my hands
On the tide on the tide my dreams
Repeat chorus 3
You won’t wash away
The ink on my hands
On the tide on the tide my dreams
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5. |
Wordsmithing
04:25
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Quill poised above the parchment in suspense
Waiting for the beauty to appear
Don't think of an elephant - a cliche knocking on the door
When you close your eyes you sleep in fear.
Cover up your inner ears
The rosy lips and sweet nothings are coming
Whether you're to be or not to become something
Hangs right here on your originality
Damn these syllables that someday must be seen
Jot the lines in squeezed-up scrawl
Peering eyes must never comprehend
Don't be sentimental, privileged, smart or ignorant
If you write it wrong your change will quickly end
Cover up your inner ears
The rosy lips and sweet nothings are coming
Whether you're to be or not to become something
Hangs right here on your perfect humanity
Damn these syllables that someday must be seen
Yeah I don't know
Ahhh
Damn these words I don't know
These letters on the page
Throwing me into a rage
I might have been sage
Once I don't know
Now I'm just muttering
Stumbling and stuttering
Mad as a hatter
Whose hats are all wrong
Yeah I don't know
When the moment comes you'd better savour it
Because the perfect words are here to stay
Now you have these metaphors strangled deep inside
Every sentence will come out the same
Chorus 1 x 2
Ahhh I really hate this song
(Me too)
Ahhh the words are bad and the melody's been stomped on
(That was badly worded)
Ahhh I give up I really hate this song
(I think you have foot in mouth disease)
Ahhh won't you just leave me alone
Won't you just
(won't you just)
Won't you just leave me alone
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6. |
The Sceptical Rabbit
02:26
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Instrumental.
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Feathers Wood 'N' String Southampton, UK
Alt/indie rock duo playing hard-hitting upbeat tracks fused with meaningful melodic lyrics. For fans of 10 Years, Evanescence, Royal Blood, Hands Like Houses & Silverstein. From Adelaide, South Australia, we are currently based in Southampton, UK.
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