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When You Coming Home?
01:52
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When You Coming Home?
Here we are
Don’t you start
Eat my heart and take my smarts
Oh Lord
When you coming home?
My oh my
Don’t know why
Never let you leave me
Oh Lord
When you coming home?
Wait right here
On your bed
Blood on my hands and a gun in the shed
Oh Lord
When you coming home?
Shoveling the dirt
Put you to the earth
I’ll never let you leave me again
Oh Lord
When you coming home?
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2. |
Sing To The Moon
05:22
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S i n g To T h e M o o n
I love the sound of the radio
As it plays my favorite songs
And the wind it does blow through my open home
As all the gods they do roam
And I saw you fighting with the wind
And the shadows of the night
So come in my sister and sit with me my friend
We’ll sing, and we’ll drink to the fire
These are the nights we sing, we sing to the moon
Come sit with me sister we’ll cry to the fire on this cold dark night
And we’ll drink and we’ll pray to the god of the day that he’ll come back soon
I love the sound of your voice
As you sing to the radio
The old man has been on my back again
Reminds me what I’ve become
But the sight of you sitting here with me
It stocks my heart.
Oh sister you’re warming my aching bones
With the way you sing out the dark
I was so alone
I forgot to believe
These aching bones
On my knees
But you sang
For me
To the moon
To be free
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3. |
Distort The Truth
04:29
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Distort The Truth
It’s ok
Distort the truth
Everyone around me
What to do
I don’t mind
Them little games
Just as long as I keep my place
Keep them coming
Bring in my pills
No direction
Down that hill
It’s in my mind
Am I dead?
Or am I just losing my head?
For
See
Wait
My hands are tied
You
Give
Them
It’s all inside
So you close
Up the cage
Photographs
Of my pain
All of the struggles and all of the lies
You need it for the printing
You need it for the rise
Sympathy
With the schemes
All of the vultures
All of the dreams
Give me them pills
Take your fill
What have you been turning me into to
Take your time to see your crime
It’s only inside your mind
For you believed in nothing
See that it’s all becoming
Wait, can’t you see that my hands are tied
You, always taking photos
Give nothing but your focus to them
You never noticed that it’s all inside
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4. |
A Drunk
05:13
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A Drunk
All the world’s fighting but I’m not complaining
It’s been that way since I moved into my shelter
And people walk past me they hear my sweet songs of peace
The blanket, the bottle for some inspiration
My hat’s down for lovers, I sing for donations
And you are so pretty, I wish I was younger in life
Time lies
Love was my only vice
Here with my load
I wait for you to come home
Nowhere to go
Here lies my home
Oh I have seen people living like angels
But she barely loved me like I was a fable
The colours of you keep on passing me by
So children you listen, I’ll sing you an old song
An old man, a poet, a two string believer
Although she has left me I’m sure she will return
So I will be waiting keep praying and staying here
Singing sweet songs for lovers of bottles,
Some of my soul is taken as you walk by
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5. |
What Have You Become?
02:18
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What Have You Become?
I’d watch what you have to say
It’s the way that you play that makes me scared
Go fly far away
It’s the way that you display that makes me mad
Why do you have to be
The way that you were never meant to me
White does not look good on you
They should stay on your shoes
That’s the bottom truth
What have you become
You make us frown
What is that sound?
It’s just you downing me
How far have you flown
Just to be a con
Go fly far away
Wouldn’t have that sway whether it’s night or day
Now pray, prayers will be heard
As long as you wear a tidy shirt
Think, what is good for you
What is not for you because it may come true
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6. |
Chestnut
03:35
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Chestnut
You lay in a bed of nails when you saw me coming along
You used to be the best of us but you got sick of singing our song
You despise everything I am and everything I’m trying to be
Dreams and causes of things are running you out of the room
Your life was so much better when you were free without me
But you will never walk out because I am the one with the needs
Lay in your bed of nails that old chest nut does you well
Soon you’ll beat me, time’s your enemy
You say run
But I’m not holding on
Break your spell
Leave it in the background
And oh it’s true
The better things are you
You say the ways that I’ve manipulate all the situations
And cry till the tears run dry, but I was never holding on, you’re the one complaining
Rise up your self
That old chest nut does you well
And soon you’ll be free, but out of everything that’s selling, I’m the best that’s going
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7. |
Soapbox
02:40
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Soapbox
You scream
You shout
Got the world down you got it figured out
The people, they pass you by
The absolutes and the stereotypes
Alright
All the world is nothing to you
Don’t care
For what we gotta say
Bless you
If it’s really what’s important to you
Maybe
You’re simply hiding what’s inside
It’s black and white
You scream and you fight
They’re moving in the darkness just to catch you out
You’ve got to rid them with your screams and your shouts
Is it really the issue or is it just pointing to something in you
You don’t care for a logical discussion
So long as you force your point of view
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8. |
Morning Tea
03:19
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M o r n i n g Te a
All these days sipping my tea with you
Holding a light up to the world
As the city sleeps under the dew of the deep
Whisper and laugh to the light with you
Long may the sun shine on you
Let it begin, the day with you
All these days slipping away with you
Holding a wreath to what we’ve become
Passing on
Nothing is wrong
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T h e S o n g T h a t K e e p s H e r U p
You’re living, you’re playing
You sort it out my friend
And all the days you
Did it anyway you’re playing games with my mind
Up on that stage you
Raise your glass and sing
When the lights dim
A used up lover and a part time friend
Christ your past has take up my life
And all your old ways have kept everyone alive
So let me be here now
All the things that have been done I could not take them back
When I was so young
When I broke your heart and smashed the town and l left
Blood all over the ground
And scars were placed by my my youth but they could not let me go
When I was so young
When I broke your heart and smashed the town and l left
Blood all over the ground
The guilt has taken
You and everyone else down and I know that
You laugh when I fall
And stomp me on the ground
Trying to move away
But you keep me in that cage
Remind me of what I was, remind me of what I say
For you say that I’ll never head home
Hasn’t there been enough time for you to heal your soul
Like you said you knew, this day was going to come
So they sing their songs
You prayed, you impressed
You regret having ever been caught
So they sing their songs
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10. |
Travel Song
03:18
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Tr a v e l S o n g
All the places we will go we’ll take them fast and sometimes slow for you
And in the plane and on the lake and all the photos I will take of you
And sometimes we will fall apart, and now and then I’ll have a laugh at you
All the nights turn into days that travel bug is in our veins we’re screwed
I hope it’s alright with you
The money’s low but the feeling’s not I’m happy if this is my lot with you
All our friends at the bar and all the people on our path are true
Baby this is youth
My life is fulfilled with you
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The Bollands New Zealand
The Bollands are an indie-folk band from New Zealand. Constantly on the road, their mission is to enjoy all the good things in life through through music, stories and good friends.
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