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Rouen
04:32
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"Rouen"
Wasteland home,
never seen snow.
Your body is on fire,
burning cold,
growing old.
Winter bones never feel cold.
Your body alongside mine,
turn in slow,
hold in close.
Whisper tone,
never been so close.
Your body is all mine,
turning cold,
growing old.
Growing old...
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2. |
Snowstorm
04:08
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"Snowstorm"
We are wanderers,
I am warm with her
in the cold water.
We are drifting out,
no-one to hear us shout
as we go under.
Midnight eyes,
while we are colliding.
Coincide,
wanderers till morning.
We are hiding now,
under thunderclouds,
in a snowstorm,
sleeping.
We are underneath,
almost out of reach.
we are frozen here.
Midnight eyes,
while we are colliding.
Coincide,
wanderers till morning.
Midnight eyes,
while we are colliding.
Coincide,
wanderers till morning.
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3. |
Body Of Water
04:10
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"Body Of Water"
Body of water,
lean on me,
rest on my shoulder.
I won't move,
ever from you.
I won't move,
until I am
possessed by you.
Body of water,
breathing softly,
rest on my shoulder,
lean on me.
Body of water,
dream with me,
sleeping deeply.
I won't move,
ever from you.
I won't wake you,
never.
I won't move,
ever from you.
I won't move,
until I am
possessed by you.
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4. |
Smoke Rings
03:51
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"Smoke Rings"
Cover up, keep your shoulders warm.
Don't fall on your knees.
Carry on, buy another drink.
We need to feel rather than think.
Hold your hand, we share a cigarette,
I fall at your feet.
Lose my cool, walking after you,
who knows what it means?
Wasting time blowing smoke rings in the night,
stained-glass eyes are reflecting in blue lights.
Lullaby when you speak to me,
is all I can hear
Fall apart when the money's gone,
we need to feel rather than fear.
Forget my place at the bitter end,
never wanting to leave.
Close your eyes when you say goodnight,
don't regret anything.
Wasting time blowing smoke rings in the night,
Stained-glass eyes are reflecting in blue lights.
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5. |
Heavy Rain
04:37
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"Heavy Rain"
Heavy rain
in this room.
I need to shut down
my mind.
I've been chasing you
this whole night,
and I want you to
undo,
all of you.
Heavy rain
in your room.
you need to shut down,
undo.
I've been alone with you
in my mind,
and I need you to
unwind,
all of you.
All of you...
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6. |
Driftwood
02:44
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"Driftwood"
I am driftwood,
I am nobody.
You the thistle,
you are stinging me.
I am blistered,
I am brittle and weak.
You are driftwood,
you are nobody.
I am driftwood,
I belong to the sea.
You the vessel,
you are searching for me.
I am whispers,
I am secrets you keep.
We are driftwood,
we are nobody.
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7. |
Amethyst
03:59
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"Amethyst"
In winter midnight holding,
you were unfolding,
overflowing.
And in your headlights glowing,
without you knowing,
I was frozen.
Maybe I was frozen under your spell,
I was only falling for you.
Your atlas eyes were smiling.
We were colliding,
coinciding.
In streetlights, barely breathing.
You were misleading,
only teasing.
Maybe I was frozen under your spell,
I was only falling for you.
Maybe I was frozen under your spell,
I was only falling for you.
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James Coburn London, UK
James Alexander Coburn is an English multi-instrumentalist, singer, songwriter and producer. He is best known as a songwriter and performer for the indie folk band Broken Marionettes. Coburn has also been a member of the bands Electric Furs, Noel & The Dealbreakers and Stranger-Stranger. His debut solo album, ‘Reach’, was released in January 2014. ... more
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