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Smashed our egos on the chords
We took this flight to set the score
We got to survive this bitterness
But no one seems to care
That we put our lives to share
We find ourselves in the aftermath
If this is what we ever needed
We sing goodbye and so long
No one’s there to hear us
So who would we blame
That the end is coming closer
prepare us for the shame
Our Chords will be remembered
And our lines will sink in time
We said goodbye to waving flags
Made the planes crash in the back of our heads
And we’re all losing ground
But we’re almost home
We’re almost home
We told ourselves the truth
And it puts us in our place
Our sorrow becomes our new born shame
Getting Closer by the minute
But we are all damn broken down
But far from done
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When I opened my eyes
Oh everything had changed
Yeah what a surprise
The things I thought we shared
Were suddenly shoved aside,
The plans we’d made together
Oh we changed our minds
I guess there is an ending to everything
I'm smiling you see
Those years we were together
Good times you and me
I followed you around
Now I’m back at square one
The same position as from which
We started from
This time round I’m out here on my own
No I don’t intend to wonder for too long
And I’m not too eager to find out what went wrong
I don’t intend to see and find out, it’s hard to sleep
With all the lights out, I know that we will always get along
Now all is said and done
Oh I wish you the best
Whomever you take with you
I hope it will lasts
Forever and a day
I hope you find your way
Anywhere you want to
That you can say everything
You couldn’t when I was around
Just the other day I listened to our song
Rewinded and pressed play again to sang along
Yeah we were pretty good, together for to long
Hindsight is 20/20
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As silence fills the room
A revelation looms
Your brain is working overtime
To redifine your views
So gather all the proof
And redesign your truth
Then call it an epiphany
It's time to start anew
The skies are empty
No-one's watching over you
Do you realize what this means?
You are truly free
Let's break the rules that bend
Take life in our own hands
This backwards era has to end
Lights out in wonderland
Why pray on our knees
To gods we do not need
Let's take a hint from history
The time has come to see
The skies are empty
No-one's watching over you
Do you realize what this means?
You are truly free
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Cradle to grave is flawed by default
Life is found, life is lost
Nothing's eternal, not even God
There's no fucking point, There is no reward
No pot of gold at the end of the road
Just the end of the road
The end of the road
No pot of gold at the end of the road
Nothing's eternal, not even God
There's no fucking point, There is no reward
Just the end of the road
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Make my time worth your energy.
Save me the inconsistency of being alone.
You break me up like this.
Forget the past.
You used to be someone who always looked like me.
Now youíre alone.
You break me up like this.
For the first time I saw your eyes glance in the right direction.
For the first time you made it through.
ëcause itís all we know.
Sure I get why you act this way.
But does that matter anyway?
Youíre passing by all those chances to take.
Forget the past.
You used to be someone who always looked like me.
Now youíre alone.
You break me up like this.
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The walk, the while, the wait
enough's left unsaid
We're all the same
Our minds and our faith
Alpine plugs and arguments
Backing up as a helping hand
Sometimes lose the meaning of it
Find a way through all this shit
To ease our minds, we're thinking
Of the chances and what's achieved
Times will change as always
I'm still distant
But I will make the best of the situation
All this is worthwhile for us
Accept you're not alone
Finding comfort and understanding
Don't let others change your mind
Not even when you're miles away
No need to be so frustrated
Take it with you, learn from mistakes
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Tim Vantol - Dirty Boots
02:40
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And we'll all end up, in the same old shit.
We will take it for granted, try to deal with it.
You will never win, when you won't try to hit.
So take your hands out of your pockets, put your shoulder to the wheel.
Well we've learned our lessons, from the risks we took.
And we'll try to recover, and leave where we once stood.
While some of us can't but wish they could.
So take your hands out of your pockets, put your shoulder to the wheel.
And there aint such thing as a great success.
When your glass is filled by the government tap.
While your neighbor is living in a cold distress.
So take your hands out of your pockets, put your shoulder to the wheel.
Would you rather keep your hands up and take the things that aren’t meant for you?
And let those who are desperately in need fight for their truth.
Or could you keep your head up even if there are no better jobs to choose?
And take it all for granted, and wear these dirty boots.
So take your hands out of your pockets, put your shoulder to the wheel.
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7. |
Progress - Dear Natasha
03:27
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Natasha is the name that takes your pride
the noose around your neck,
the ball and chain around your soul
and it haunts me
to think that innocence is lost
on (something) as trivial as lust
And as we look inside ourselves
why can’t we see?
I feel so sorry for your trials
and for the thousand times you’ve died
I’m hoping that someday we’ll see we are all part of the same dream
before you wish for it all just to end
If only they would look inside of you
The thoughts that you possess, the emotions hide themselves
Yet every day it’s still the same abuse that you have to face but you’re trying
I feel so sorry for your trials
and for the thousand times you’ve died
I’m hoping that someday we’ll see we are all part of the same dream
before you wish for it all just to end
I believe that it’s come to this
because we planted the seed of abuse
It feeds inside of you
Now we have to face that she’s dying
Feeling it’s a lie
we move to separate
ourselves from the filth that’s in our own reflection
Because it’s up to you
and it’s up to me; the innocence that we lack must not harm her
I feel so sorry for your trials
and for the thousand times you’ve died
I’m hoping that someday we’ll see we are all part of the same dream
before you wish for it all just to end
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8. |
Dowzer - Friendshipwreck
03:28
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What should have been a blast, has just become a funeral. Our conversation died. I’d like to carry on while you slowly fade away. It’s history. Had enough! Done with this! Time has come! This friendship has sunk to the bottom and I am done pretending that we will work this out. This friendship has sunk to the bottom. There’s nothing left but this friendshipwreck. Apologies and I.O.U.’s, always bringing the bad news. You’re the one that hits the brake. Not in time, too fucking late. When you are back on your own feet, realise it’s history.
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RunningLate - RLS
01:54
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Get the fuck out of my way, I’m not in a hurry but I just don’t want to wait. What are you waiting for? On the escalator taking breaks while I get fucking bored. With people standing still, burned out and depressed. Take shit in your own hands and chase the things you lack. See what’s in your reach and make it work for you. Scared to break your bones.
Scared to fall or fail and so you just stay down, alone. Today I just can’t stand watching how your life goes by unlived. You’re growing old and stiff. Don’t care, don’t try, just wait and die. You’re growing old, just like you’re told. By people standing still, burned out and depressed. Nagging about others, ignoring what they have. Get a grip on life, and make it work for you
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You will remember the name you’ve givin me.
And I’ll make you see what you want me to be.
So you made clear, you want me to disappear.
I know what you think of me.
Take a look and I’ll make you see
What you want me to be
Can you read the writings on the wall.
I want you to know
I’m not letting go
So let’s make sure
You will remember everything
You will remember the name you’ve givin me.
And I’ll make you see what you want me to be.
Until we meet again I will promise you
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Ain't this some shit
It doesn't get better than this
I'm used up like a ride and this will be my life unless
I turn around and say
Things don't work for me this way
Should I be on my way?
Would that matter anyway?
I turn around and say, things don't work for me this way
Should I be on my way?
what have I done, what have I said
What did I do to make you mad?
I'll do anything to keep you here
What can I do? What can I say?
I get better every day
Go find yourself
Go find yourself
I'm not awake
My hands are trembling, I shake
Do I have what it takes?
To create a better place?
I turn around and say, things don't work for me this way
Should I be on my way?
what have I done, what have I said
What did I do to make you mad?
I'll do anything to keep you here
What can I do? What can I say?
I get better every day
Go find yourself
Go find yourself
What have I done?
What have i said?
what have I done, what have I said
What did I do to make you mad?
I'll do anything to keep you here
What can I do? What can I say?
I get better every day
Go find yourself
Go find yourself
what have I done, what have I said
What did I do to make you mad?
I'll do anything to keep you here
What can I do? What can I say?
I get better every day
Go find yourself
Go find yourself
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There goes the airplane
and it's going to my sisters
they're always traveling the world
There goes the airplane
and it's going to my niece
she's studying abroad
It's going off to places
where I'd rather be today
It's raining in the city
they say its the worst summer ever
and I'm spotting the airplanes that fly by
off to places where it's sunny
I'm so sick of the darkness
but the promise is always
above the clouds the sun is always shining
the sun is always shining
There goes the airplane
and it's going towards your house
this time it will fly over
but next time around
it might land on your backyard airstrip
if you build it we could land it on your backyard airstrip
< instr >
This paper airplane
it is flying towards your house
landing softly on the flowers that grow beside your door
and if you would open that door
it would land carefully on your feet
and you should read the note
cause it would tell you where to meet me
I might be dreaming off to places that I don't know
I might be dreaming off but I think you're one of those places that I wanna know, where I wanna go
You're the nicest stranger I've ever met
All those airplanes might go to somewhere else
but in the end I wanna be back home
spend this rainy day with someone else
someone like you
If you are my ticket home, I'd rather be home
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15. |
The Hearted - Jack Knife
02:57
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We are the exiles
We are the strange kids
We are abandoned
But we won't give up
We feel the need inside
To all stand up and fight
We're all heading for a new intervention
We won't obey you
We have our own laws
We have our own rules
Work on something new
This is a reason for you to believe in
This is the sound of me
As I'm letting go
You don't know what it means to me
(And all of them are proud of being the fucked up)
You don't know what it means to me
(It's not the words you say, it's what you send away)
You don't know what it means to me
You don't know what it means to me
So you say do this, just to make me mad.
I'll make your anger grow inside your head
Now can you tell me, who are you to say
That we were made to let you block our way
As we are soldiers of the sound
These people are nowhere to be found
And as I go I have nothing left to say
I'll try to write my own words along the way
You don't know what it means to me
(And all of them are proud are proud of being the fucked up)
You don't know what it means to me
(Its not the words you say, its what you send away)
You don't know what it means to me
Cause you don't know what it means to me
solo
You don't know what it means to me
(And all of them are proud are proud of being the fucked up)
You don't know what it means to me
(Its not the words you say, its what you send away)
You don't know what it means to me
You don't know what it means to me
You don't know what it means to me
(And all of them are proud are proud of being the fucked up)
You don't know what it means to me
(Its not the words you say, its what you send away)
You don't know what it means to me
You don't know what it means to me
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16. |
Like This - For Four
02:46
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For years,
I've been trying to find a reason for this stress
And these next years I'll keep my mind up
Fuck the rest
Pull out every ounce of stress
And put it all in with the guilt
We'll chew these coffee beans and drive 'til we pass out
And it's
4 am. again and
Drinking sludge again and
Smoking tar until our lungs are clogged with rust
8 am. again and
My eyes are dry as all hell
We'll sleep in until we're forced to say goodbye
This workload
Is killing
My mind and
Will not let up
This workload
Stress builds up
The end, we'll never see
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North Empire Amsterdam, Netherlands
N.E. is a bookings agency / record label / blog located in the province of Noord-Holland, NL. Focussing mainly on punk/rock/hardcore/metal. E-mail us at: info@northempire.nl website: www.northempire.nl
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