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Threads
08:23
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I'm amazed, I'm beside myself, you blame everybody else
He helps those who can help themselves? Well
Help yourself to another line.
I can't read your mind, see inside your head
But between the lines, I can see the thread
There's a place, maybe far from here
Better than any other place
When you arrive you're still haunted, ghosts
Come from inside yourself
I can't read your mind, see inside your head
But between the lines, I can see the thread
Hide your head in the sand and you, always
come out number one.
Look inside, you can see yourself, hide
From the truth outside.
I can't read your mind, see inside your head
But between the lines, I can see the thread
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Three Valley Gap
02:11
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Diagramma
21:37
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I have nothing to hide, gave it all to you.
Left with nothing inside, when it all was through.
Saw that look in your eyes that time you turned away
And the silence of night, is my own.
Feel the wind on your face, as the stars fall down.
Feel your body erase, as we leave the ground.
We have nothing to hide, as we tumble down.
Saw that look in your eyes was for me.
2nd,
Sometimes I think I can see through walls
Sometimes I think I can see it all
I fade away, it fades away, I fall away, it falls away
I need today, I need to say.
Conditions, demands, conditions, demands.
Demand and desire.
Sometimes I think I can sense you near,
Sometimes I think I can smell the fear.
I fade away, it fades away, I fall away, it falls away
I need today, I need to say.
Conditions, demands, conditions, demands.
Demand and desire.
3rd
Out on the streets, ten stories to go
Laughing like a king disguised.
A crowd gathers, a hat passes 'round.
No silent assembly in this silent town.
Keep on passing those open windows.
Life is serious, but art is fun.
Out on the street, ten stories below.
Laying like a clown disguised,
A crowd gathers, a sigh passes 'round.
A silent assembly on this sacred ground.
Keep on passing those open windows.
Life is serious, but art is fun.
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Hiding In Waiting
06:48
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I saw the dancer fall, in my dreams, in the darkness
I have had troubled sleep, hiding deep, in some madness.
These things won't pass.
They'll always last, hiding in waiting.
I saw the mountains fall, from the seas, to the desert.
I've had a troubled heart, from the start, of this journey.
These things won't pass.
They'll always last, hiding in waiting.
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Death at Sea
05:04
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The Rebel Wheel Ottawa, Ontario
Steeped in dark cinematic soundscapes and complex, turn-on-a-dime arrangements, The Rebel Wheel features a frenetic mix of rock aggression, complex compositions and unpredictable odd-meter vamps. Originally formed in 1991 as a fusion-based midi ensemble, the floating lineup has gradually focused on a modern, more performance-oriented, genre-blending Prog. ... more
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