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Mr Word Remixer
03:14
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Hey said hey, I’m walking away
I’ve got no reason to stay and fight these battles that burn in your heart.
These ways of twisting and turning through
They’re getting kind of old
The mysteries, lies and commentary, all end unresolved.
Oh oh oh Mr word Remixer, personality switcher, you’re a big turned small fry.
Oh oh oh your promise is disposable, honesty is overdue, all of your life.
But you keep on pretending that your words are commendable and people keep believing.
Oh oh oh Mr word Remixer, personality switcher, you’re a big turned small fry.
He said hey, I’ll come back today
Got things that I have to do but later we’ll carry on
These ways of twisting and turning through
They’re getting kind of old
The mysteries, lies and commentary, all end unresolved.
Oh oh oh Mr word Remixer, personality switcher, you’re a big turned small fry.
Oh oh oh your promise is disposable, honesty is overdue, all of your life.
But you keep on pretending that your words are commendable and people keep believing.
Oh oh oh Mr word Remixer, personality switcher, you’re a big turned small fry.
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Take My Card
03:02
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He said: ‘‘take my card away.
I’ve got something that you might like to see.
You’re better than the street.
I’ve got something to release you!’’
Oh just go back to your town
and leave me standing here.
Don’t take me for a fool.
Don’t build then pull me down.
Déjà vu s'il vous plaît,
Do I detect a product of our system?
Oh my tears of yesterday,
look like nothing but fools gold.
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Houdini Mode
04:28
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It’s just an image after all.
Another block that makes it whole.
It’s not a trespass in your soul.
Looks can deceive.
Oh take off your cloak
let old gravity take its hold
Break out and live
don’t you know that freedom is a choice.
You say that this is really me
I’m happy can’t you see
All these tears are just a phase
Oh can’t you leave me in my cage.
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4. |
Sailing Stones
04:24
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I remember rosy dawns and a path that leads away.
A fire burning bright, burning thorns of yesteryear.
Was I calling at the wrong line, calling at the wrong line?
Fighting for Delusion, fighting for delusion?
It’s who we are, locked away.
It’s who we are, locked away.
I remember empty smiles and a hall filled up with clones.
Lights that hypnotise and the words that break our minds.
Was I calling at the wrong line, calling at the wrong line?
Fighting for Delusion, fighting for delusion?
It’s who we are, locked away.
It’s who we are, locked away.
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The Plastic Age
04:08
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On the journey to the sun,
Peaks and troughs they come and go.
In the shadows that we make,
We’ll run, fall and fly.
Oceans parted countries formed.
These brand new shoes are over-worn.
And as we tread these trodden paths,
We’ll run, fall and fly.
Who are we, to plunder earth?
I’ve seen these ships go down before.
The fire we make wants ever more,
And as the forest starts to burn,
We’ll run, fall and fly.
Who are we, to plunder earth?
Change the age, or pay the price.
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Inkfields Glasgow, UK
Inkfields is the brainchild of singer-songwriter Samuel James-Griffiths.
The combination of innovative, live-loop performances, thickly textured records and original hand-drawn artwork, make Inkfields a unique artist.
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