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The Lyrics | |
May 23, 2012 at 8:04pm | |
ELECTRIC CRAYONS | |
Lyrics: Thomas Bratlie | |
In the weary daylight | |
Everything was restored from last night | |
Erupted in violence | |
Wear your colours in the darkness | |
Frosted Sensuality | |
Distance kills assistance with greed | |
Empty spaces take residence | |
Years after its creation | |
Signature of completion | |
Shine a light on forgotten traditions | |
boundaries between pattern and noise | |
A blank shield..a muted horn | |
Thousand volcanos all different | |
Like our faces without content | |
Arrange the parts to exeed the whole | |
This current of electric crayons is all I know | |
Throwing our days into the well | |
Frame inscriptions of wishes we never tell | |
Why leave out what falls in between | |
When will you come home shimmering | |
It continues to shape the way | |
Rubbing shoulders to integrate | |
Moment of transition | |
A yearning that stirs | |
Like the swirling waters | |
Selects what you advert | |
Arrange the parts to exeed the whole | |
This current of electric crayons is all I know | |
Throwing our days into the well | |
Electric crayons is all I know | |
TEN CREPT IN | |
Lyrics: Thomas Meidell | |
I don't know where to begin | |
can't make heads or tails | |
of the tale we spin | |
We all got caught in the spiders web | |
all tangled up in mysterious threads | |
So we built this ship of songs | |
but it abruptly just sunk | |
(singing) | |
At the end of the storm | |
we were swept ashore | |
bruised, battered, tattered and worn | |
By the cardboard cliffs we found a cave | |
ten crept in, no one came out | |
And the rest were quite depressed | |
we sobbed and then we slept | |
(dreaming) | |
You were a song from the top of the mountain | |
I was the echo that reverberates from the canyon | |
They were not born, they were not born, they were created | |
TREMULOUS SILENCE | |
Lyrics: Magne Mostue | |
Then she noticed oh then she noticed the clouds (x2) | |
Soaked by the drizzling, soaked in his arms tight around her | |
it nourished them like the soil just like it had on that first day | |
Soaked by the drizzling, soaked in the smell of him on her | |
Ever since that first day rain always made her think of him | |
Soaked by the drizzling,soaked in a dream of (a) forever, | |
a Freudian slip occurred - three words arose from out of nowhere | |
Soaked by the drizzling, soaked in his tremulous silence | |
Then she noticed oh then she noticed the clouds (x2) | |
The sky went from grey to black - thunder and lightning struck; the rain (x3) poured down | |
Oceans rose graciously until the soil gave in; the rain (x3) poured down | |
He took her hand but she just let go; no one’s lonely when the rain falls | |
Finally the sky and sea fused into unity; the rain (x3) poured down | |
The sun always stays the same - rain changes everything; the rain (x3) poured |
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