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Painted Road
04:29
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Softly, I feel you
Harshly, I see you
It’s the rains that keep you glitter, between the madness of time
The best angle to reach your soul, as I lay down and watch you flew
Dancing in the curtain of your past/time
In every stars above
I saw your face, in many ways
Peace and pure, all the way down
Felt so warm on the path you take
Pearly black hair in a painted road
Softly, I feel you
Harshly, I see you
Reckoning us
Moving in a speed of light
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2. |
Fuel
04:41
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Shelby steel machine and leather seats, raging inside my head
It goes with me and drag me to the endless Mojave route
Empty line, hammers a blissful winds upon my face
Drives it fast, drives it fast, never slow down the pace
It’s the fuel to reach your town
Until the sunburst skies seen at east, o yeah (the feeling wont erased in years)
Feel free to convey all your whisper reasons on me, on us, or everyone whom may sincere to forget
Set your eyes, seek the truce
Perhaps we could find the lost times
Don’t slow down the pace
It’s the fuel to salutes us
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3. |
Kerosene
05:14
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Spitfire in the grass, red dawn in your eyes
Fleeting to your soul, burnt with desire
Slow century, we’re the lazyheads
I won’t let you slip away, without a trace, for all the cause
It smells like kerosene
Flaming hazard
Gasoline
I watch you laughing
Kerosene
I won’t let you slip away
For the sake of lazyhead
lit the fire, gently
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4. |
Between Your Lips
06:13
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The lips of yours
Sweetness ecstasy
Swallows all the longing feels
Drugs me to the reel
Reel of agony
Immerse me to a garden
The flowers and purple rains
I lost myself
Such a great attractor
Gravitates in waves
Curving and wanting
Into your tasty lips
a superblaster
Thru the darkness of a mind
In every inch of your skins
Melting the rage
Between your lips
Its so perfect
Yet unperfect, how it consumed my soul… for a kiss
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5. |
Frozen Apple
06:20
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Burst me in the haze of
Magnetic morning senses running dry
Waiting to fall in pieces, blury and hanging dry
It wont happen twice as the vague words we spoke
An illusion between me and you, like them
Hideous reason, struck us blindly and we consumate fairly
Frozen meaning, and i got a dime to waste it with you
It wont happen twice as the meaningless words
An illusion between me, and you, like them
And i watched us vanished lie a storm hit by the fuzz waves
As it wont let us runaway easily from the cosmic dust
That trap us lifetime, a seminal falacy, lingering without mercy
So cold, we drowned, in our words, like a bitter frozen apple
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L.R.
03:52
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7. |
Skins and Inks
03:16
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Soft skin
And inks
Captured
And wasted
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8. |
Slightest
06:10
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Between noises and delays, its your texture
Stand still, Slightest and surreal
Silenced and shadowed
Consumed and mesmerized
How does it feel to feel
The weakest lover
The beauty of yours, illuminates agony
I’m falling inside your premature skies
But I wouldn’t run from every sights of yours
The texture of hollow
sunburst in your eyes
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Avalanche
05:36
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Crashed in miles, never understand it happen so fast
Confusion in random, like a superb speed of light, blasted of with no direction
Slow but fast, snow bender white pale crystal
Breeze noises guidance to lose our grips, a timeless to live
Cold but warm, touch and taste, see how its gonna sleep you over
Slow but fast snow bender white pale crystal
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Damascus Jakarta, Indonesia
band from jakarta, indonesia
peter: vocal, guitar
ritchie: guitar
babay: bass
freddie: drum
label: anoa records
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