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Amber Green Red
04:29
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Amber Green Red
I’ll never understand it
Just can’t find the flow
All this stop and go, this stop and go
Ask for no guarantees
Ask for no security
There never was, there never has
I have to be deluded
Why, to stay motivated
This is a different kind of heartbreak
How many kinds are there
Out there
Red
Amber
Green
Red
What is a rainbow Lord?
A hoop for the lowly
This is a different kind of heartbreak
How many kinds are there
Out there
Red
Amber
Green
Red
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It's Only A Love Song
03:57
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It’s Only A Love Song
It’s Only A Love Song
What should I write now?
More sweet nothings
Things would be better
If the river was running
She said ‘write me a love song’
‘A cheap trick, but what the hell’
I left the room laughing
She called out ‘it’s a shame that you’re so shallow’
But there are bigger questions
You and me just fell into each other’s charms
Like magnetism
How does the world keep rolling around?
It’s Only A Love Song
You give me just enough love
Never too little, never too much
You’re the girl of someone else’s dreams
But you’re manifest and real to me
We’re both so far from home
We’ll forever be on the run
We traded in all friendships
Just for this one
A band of two
A synth duo group
You monopolise me, and me you
And the highs are high
The lows are low
This the stuff that only our hearts know
We share a light in the heat of the night
We share a light and it’s a vital light
We share a light when there’s no other light
We share a light, all night every night
It’s Only A Love Song
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Wild Sunsets
04:15
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Wild Sunsets
In that foreign bigger scheme of things
There’s a time and place for everything
And you can cheat the damn reaper once or twice
This cat lying here, he’s got one last life
In the shock of June we’re on a precipice
A gathering, where life meets death
And it’s a headlong rush into the grip of fear
He’s in the anteroom
There’s two doors out of there
Come back to us, we’re all waiting here
Those who love you much, they’re scared, scared, scared
Strangely life goes on the same
But the question remains; can you take the pain?
It’s hard to tell in life when you’ve been truly blessed
Wake up now brother, forget the rest
It’s times like these real peace you’ll get
From music and wild sunsets
Where once all details clearly read
Have now been turned to silhouette
Sunset
He manages to dream, a while
For a while
In a lonely, roofless Cadillac
He’s on an open road
And he won’t look back
It’s a bright blue cloudless morning sky
It’s the greatest drive
And he wonders why
There’s a world of possibilities
And it’s a world of much facility
It could be said that it’s a strange privilege
To be brought close like this
A tectonic shift
It’s times like these real peace you’ll get
From music and wild sunsets
Where once all details clearly read
Have now been turned to silhouette
Sunset
It’s times like these real peace you’ll get
From music and wild sunsets
Helicopters landing as their golden blades shed flakes of red sunset
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Your Weird Career
03:59
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Your Weird Career
It’s not easy
On a sun shy day
When looking for an Eden on earth
And all you see is dirt
All those lonely forces in your head
Gather to thwart your career
And all your aspirations dead
What it is that you do is not clear
You just keep walking to see what’s round the next Curve
The more lost you get, the more strangeness occurs
All ideas are stillborn
The ladders that you climb are Escher drawn
Opportunity appears and then disappears
Like a bird on the hand of your weird career
In your atelier
In your atelier alone
Either evangelical or full of doom
What’s wrong with you?
All those processes are fake
They help you get through the day
But you’re so far from home
So many miles away
You just keep walking to see what’s round the next curve
The more lost you get, the more strangeness occurs
All ideas are stillborn
The ladders that you climb are Escher drawn
You’re trying to ride a Hog but you can’t change gear
Another rut for the wheels of your weird career
You’ve done everything right but it’s all gone wrong
So now you’re doing it all wrong hoping it all goes right
Here comes a nervous breakdown
You just keep walking to see what’s round the next curve
The more lost you get, the more strangeness occurs
All ideas are stillborn
The ladders and the doors are Escher drawn
You’re trying to fly in the highest atmosphere
Like Icarus of old and his weird career
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Merz UK
Merz is an English musician, singer and songwriter who, since 1999, has released six albums and a bunch of EP's via Epic Records, Gronland Records, Accidental Records & Dampfzentrale Bern. His music is an eclectic construct of electronics, psych-folk and experimental-pop. ... more
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