1. |
When The Clown Cries
04:30
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It takes no effort to see your demons,
Bloodstains on the sands,
Could count on both hands.
Take a look at those scars,
Take a look at your heart,
And what do you see,
Are reflections of me,
You stood on that stage,
The world gave you praise,
Cause we looked up to you and your power.
How could we guess you were so low,
When the clown cries who is laughing now?
Are we moving backwards?
Should be more forgiving,
Everyone acts differently,
Now we know what’s missing.
Take a look at those scars,
Take a look at your heart,
And what do you see,
Are reflections of me,
You stood on that stage,
The world gave you praise,
Cause we looked up to you and your power.
How could we guess you were so low,
When the clown cries who is laughing now?
See how your sadness does not care how they are scared by your makeup.
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2. |
Be Thankful, Billy
04:52
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Pour your youth on unbelievers,
Fetch your cronies,
Lift your skirts.
Sailor’s warning,
Keep your heartache in your vault of other’s captured dreams.
Did she inspire all your songs?
Did she hurt you?
She hurts everyone.
Kill your darlings,
Love,
Obey,
Thank ourselves now for this wondrous day.
Did she inspire all your songs?
Did she hurt you?
She hurts everyone.
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3. |
Robes
05:22
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There stands a man in robes before you,
I saw teardrops in your eyes for them,
Hear the call of nightingales,
And when you are on fire you’ll say your prayers then,
The world stands by for your address.
Do you know your fantasy and can you recognise us?
Endless an emergency the tide it pulls us backwards.
Free men do not require such judgement,
Lambs’ blood it spills upon the altar,
Raise your cup, your sword, your shield in terror,
What we called should not grace depths of never,
The world stands by for your success.
Do you know your fantasy and can you recognise us?
Endless an emergency the tide it pulls us backwards.
The world stands by for your request.
Do you know your fantasy and can you recognise us?
Endless an emergency the tide it pulls us backwards.
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Well done you’ve made a fine excuse to justify all those awful words you use,
Oh no, we never think like this,
We just forget that people like you exist.
Are your moral standards high?
See those missiles set the sky on fire,
And lavish praise upon the men who caused it all.
Can you not see the choice you made has affected us all in negative ways?
You miss the ignorance of youth,
Must be nice to live without burden of proof.
Are your moral standards high?
See those missiles set the sky on fire,
And lavish praise upon the men who caused it all.
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5. |
Gone Upstairs
05:04
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Do we know whose heart is breaking upon the shore?
This old town becomes a tomb now that you’re gone,
I am listening to the silence of each room,
Surrounded by all the flowers once in bloom,
Each decision that I make always feels wrong,
I lack the elegance to own my own mistakes,
Fractured sense of my solo identity,
My favourite window stares right out onto the sea,
And on the shoreline there’s a figure just like me,
So similar in fact I question what is real,
At least we have all those records that you left,
And your voice preserved in wax for all time,
Was there magick that you etched for us in tape?
Was there something else that we should know instead?
Turn the lights out when you’re done in here,
Say goodnight before you disappear,
Gone upstairs with Peter and Jhonn,
Let me know if there is something wrong.
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6. |
The Power
06:14
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We cannot be deterred when all is lost,
They say when they return,
Our land will be reborn.
The same tattoo looks good on you,
The cast remain after the plague.
You’ve got the fire,
The power’s in your hand,
Your heart’s explosion,
Echoed across the land.
They felt the magnitude,
They felt the same,
I cast my magic on,
A hero’s grave,
That I can’t bring back,
That I can’t bring back anymore.
You’ve got the fire,
The power’s in your hand,
Your heart’s explosion,
Echoed across the land.
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7. |
March 25th
04:29
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I came first and won the gold in an abject terror competition,
It sounds strange when said aloud but I have proof now I am someone.
I try to think of all the things I’ve got,
Try to not think of all the things we lost,
I try to think of all the friends I made,
I try to think of much far better days.
I once knew a man who sang about sad old stories that never happened,
When he died they gathered round and asked each other “What is real now?”
I try to think of all the things I’ve got,
Try to not think of all the things we lost,
I try to think of all the friends I made,
I try to think of much far better days.
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8. |
Dead Again
04:54
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Help comes sometimes in forms we do not know,
Sigh out all forms of doubt,
Becoming up,
Here, lie all your dreams, lie all your fears, you are free now,
And we can count the times we recognised the help we sought for,
Trees beckon out amongst the rights of all your slaves,
And we are separate from all your disease.
How many years ago?
How many tears?
And when you consecrate do the veins bleed?
And when the shadow comes,
Looms overhead,
You face your greatest foe,
Just to wake up dead.
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Antoni Maiovvi New Haven, Connecticut
A project born in Bristol in 2006 and developed in the bohemian dystopia of Berlin from 2009. Antoni Maiovvi walks the line between retro-synth and horror soundtracks for both real and imagined films.
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