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| style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/3T76zPJz3tWL27FrjJe2ot</spotify> | |||
| style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | And even God herself has fewer plans than me<br />But she never helps me out with my scams for free, though<br />She grabs a stick and then she points it at me<br />When I say nothing, I say everything | |||
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| style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/3YpMMu0YPXcxUDdiUTxjYE</spotify> | |||
| style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | I'm petty at best<br />Someone to pity at worst<br />Putty in beautiful hands<br />Potty mouth ready to curse<br />Cursed to be curious if all this is a scam<br />And I had to Google narcissist to check if that's what I am | |||
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| style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/6E69aBnq0hr6cTGBo39cWD</spotify> | |||
| style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | Tu cries, tu souffres, et tu souris<br />Tu broies du noir, et tu rougis<br />Tu cries, tu souffres, et tu souris<br />Tu broies du noir et tu serais | |||
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But she never helps me out with my scams for free, though<br> | | 4. | ||
She grabs a stick and then she points it at me<br> | | style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/2DFRFqWNahKtFD112H2iEZ</spotify> | ||
When I say nothing, I say everything | | style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | And instead of saying all of your goodbyes<br />Let them know you realize that life goes fast<br />It's hard to make the good things last<br />You realize the sun doesn't go down<br />It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round | ||
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Someone to pity at worst<br> | | style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/7zxikeAavSLQVGocbK2nau</spotify> | ||
Putty in beautiful hands<br> | | style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | Give me your eyes, I need sunshine<br />Your blood, your bones, your voice and your ghost<br />We've both been very brave<br />Walk around with both legs<br />Fight the scary day<br />We both pulled the tricks out of our sleeves, but<br />I'll believe in anything and you'll believe in anything | ||
Potty mouth ready to curse<br> | |- | ||
Cursed to be curious if all this is a scam<br> | | 6. | ||
And I had to Google narcissist to check if that's what I am | | style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/6HPZo9krwjbhMGKbqVkkDQ</spotify> | ||
3. | | style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | Every single night<br />I endure the flight<br />Of little wings of white-flamed<br />Butterflies in my brain<br />These ideas of mine<br />Percolate the mind<br />Trickle down the spine<br />Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze | ||
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Tu broies du noir, et tu rougis<br> | | 7. | ||
Tu cries, tu souffres, et tu souris<br> | | style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/0Xv2A0fFoan3Zwx0g9ss3g</spotify> | ||
Tu broies du noir et tu serais | | style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | I wish I could believe, in something bigger<br />In the space that lies between, the good and bad here<br />The angels and the thieves are drinking coffee<br />But I just want some sleep | ||
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Let them know you realize that life goes fast<br> | | style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/24r88lIDWrneCKvqRsCQt3</spotify> | ||
It's hard to make the good things last<br> | | style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | And I was told, "boy, prepare for war"<br />But they failed to mention what I'd be fighting for<br />So I fight for this, the fact that as I pass away I'll feel her kiss<br />And I sigh, what a wonderful life | ||
You realize the sun doesn't go down<br> | |- | ||
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round | | 9, | ||
5. | | style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/3ZA6EsYhM2xGgEQplD0Oyo</spotify> | ||
< | | style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | Systematic world killing me<br />Getting numb really fulfills me<br />Takes me higher, some place I've never been<br />I'm about to wake up, and live again<br />Watch it burn, like a firebird<br />I'm coming back until<br />The world is yours<br />The world will be mine | ||
Your blood, your bones, your voice and your ghost<br> | |- | ||
We've both been very brave<br> | | 10. | ||
Walk around with both legs<br> | | style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/7yZG1MabCkYnNgnBCc6TXH</spotify> | ||
Fight the scary day<br> | | style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | If the price of life is <b>hell</b><br />Well no one ever had to sell me on how nice a fire smells | ||
We both pulled the tricks out of our sleeves, but<br> | |} | ||
I'll believe in anything and you'll believe in anything | |||
6. | |||
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I endure the flight<br> | |||
Of little wings of white-flamed<br> | |||
Butterflies in my brain<br> | |||
These ideas of mine<br> | |||
Percolate the mind<br> | |||
Trickle down the spine<br> | |||
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze | |||
7. | |||
< | |||
In the space that lies between, the good and bad here<br> | |||
The angels and the thieves are drinking coffee<br> | |||
But I just want some sleep | |||
8. | |||
< | |||
But they failed to mention what I'd be fighting for<br> | |||
So I fight for this, the fact that as I pass away I'll feel her kiss<br> | |||
And I sigh, what a wonderful life</ | |||
Getting numb really fulfills me<br> | |||
Takes me higher, some place I've never been<br> | |||
I'm about to wake up, and live again<br> | |||
Watch it burn, like a firebird<br> | |||
I'm coming back until<br> | |||
The world is yours<br> | |||
The world will be mine | |||
10. | |||
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Well no one ever had to sell me on how nice a fire smells | |||
Latest revision as of 22:47, 17 May 2024
Well, what is there to say about the enigmatic 8 that hasn’t already been said? My playlist for him is just as eclectic as he is, bouncing around from garage rock to acoustic folk, and of course a dip down into some lilith as well. Also a ska song snuck its way in there, somehow. His songs deal with themes of introspection, existential questioning, and societal observations for the man who has quite literally seen and done it all, over and over again.
- D.H.
Playlist
| 1. | And even God herself has fewer plans than me But she never helps me out with my scams for free, though She grabs a stick and then she points it at me When I say nothing, I say everything | |
| 2. | I'm petty at best Someone to pity at worst Putty in beautiful hands Potty mouth ready to curse Cursed to be curious if all this is a scam And I had to Google narcissist to check if that's what I am | |
| 3. | Tu cries, tu souffres, et tu souris Tu broies du noir, et tu rougis Tu cries, tu souffres, et tu souris Tu broies du noir et tu serais | |
| 4. | And instead of saying all of your goodbyes Let them know you realize that life goes fast It's hard to make the good things last You realize the sun doesn't go down It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round | |
| 5. | Give me your eyes, I need sunshine Your blood, your bones, your voice and your ghost We've both been very brave Walk around with both legs Fight the scary day We both pulled the tricks out of our sleeves, but I'll believe in anything and you'll believe in anything | |
| 6. | Every single night I endure the flight Of little wings of white-flamed Butterflies in my brain These ideas of mine Percolate the mind Trickle down the spine Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze | |
| 7. | I wish I could believe, in something bigger In the space that lies between, the good and bad here The angels and the thieves are drinking coffee But I just want some sleep | |
| 8. | And I was told, "boy, prepare for war" But they failed to mention what I'd be fighting for So I fight for this, the fact that as I pass away I'll feel her kiss And I sigh, what a wonderful life | |
| 9, | Systematic world killing me Getting numb really fulfills me Takes me higher, some place I've never been I'm about to wake up, and live again Watch it burn, like a firebird I'm coming back until The world is yours The world will be mine | |
| 10. | If the price of life is hell Well no one ever had to sell me on how nice a fire smells |