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earth rise
03:58
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We’re sitting in the shadow of fools pretending to be gods
And everybody’s praying that times can change.
Feel the Earth rise.
You’re the Earth rise.
There has to be a road we can take that doesn’t lead to blood.
How do we put the human back in the race?
Feel the Earth rise.
We’re the Earth rise.
Imagine seven billion pairs of arms around the world;
And seven billion people in one embrace.
Feel the Earth rise.
You’re the Earth rise.
We’re the Earth rise.
Be the Earth rise.
A little blue dot in the black of space,
It’s all that we’ve got to call home.
This little blue dot in the black of space.
Is all that we’ve got to call home.
Feel the Earth rise.
You’re the Earth rise.
Feel the Earth rise.
We’re the Earth rise.
Feel the Earth rise.
Be the Earth rise.
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Moon the horizon for the man stood by the sea;
I didn’t know him well but well enough now.
So I sat myself down for the pouring out of he:
Get yourself back to the blue.
Still keeping an eye out for the way we used to live;
It didn’t start to swing till I was there.
We never could have made it over water in a sieve:
Get yourself back to the blue.
I took you down to the ocean
But where did it go?
I took you right down.
Saltwater stung my face, yes it did.
Colour me as deep as you like.
Why struggle it uphill if it’s only down the next?
We know better things to think about now.
Each wave will be different so can anything be best?
Get yourself back to the blue.
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the one who got away
02:09
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We ran free through the streets at midnight,
Climbing trees
And making promises.
But I got scared,
Said we'd better break up.
Oh I still cared but broke all my promises.
She was the one who got away,
My regret to this day.
She was the one I should have begged to stay.
All her tears cut me into pieces.
I let fear kill off those promises.
So I ran to the streets on my own,
Frightened man who won't keep promises.
She was the one who got away,
My regret to this day.
She was the one I should have begged to stay.
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these are my days
03:49
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I stand on the beach talking to the sea.
I got sky,
I got ocean:
That’s all I need.
The sounds of the waves send ripples through space.
No more pain,
No more heartache,
Only time and place.
My footprints wash away,
I’m free of yesterday again.
I’m lost in the woods but I’m not afraid.
Life is change,
Life is constant:
These are my days.
The trees are as real as concrete and stone.
We are wild,
We are human;
What more should I know?
When instinct leads the way,
I’m free of yesterday again.
Love, luck and honesty are all I seek these days today.
I’m happy enough just watching the stars.
I’m no saint,
I’m no sinner
But I’ve got heart.
Still lost in the woods and still not afraid.
There is rain,
There is sunshine.
Yes, these are my days.
Lie back and drift away,
I’m free of yesterday again.
These are my days.
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Everyone’s your friend
And they laugh a lot more
As they show off their skin.
You go a little mad,
Seeing things hat aren’t there,
And I've seen the same things.
You’re not in such a rush to find your bearings;
The smell of freshly-cut grass is a drug
And a medicine.
Only when the sun is shining.
Should you ever fall in love
With a stone-washed and dressed girl,
With legs to her arse;
She’ll wind the windows down
And crank the music up
And you’ll be driving on glass.
But if it proves too much,
The heat,
The burning,
The coldest hands on Earth
Will bring you back from your extravagance.
Only when the sun is shining.
A cure for every known disease;
Everybody’s as wealthy as me;
Come outside into the light.
When I am thinking only joy
I emanate joy;
Come outside,
You're made of light.
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the madlys Exeter, UK
the madlys is the studio project of indie/alternative musician and writer Steve Harris.
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