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Ulysses
04:11
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I’ve been called a lotus eater
I’m unable to recall my aims
No recollection of my home
And my past has been sent to oblivion.
I gotta fight my personal giant
But my eye hasn’t found one yet.
Wriggling back to a storm-less land
Uncovering from a wave-less sand
I hear them calling, calling out my name again
I need to find my homeland, no matter where it lays.
I’m Ulysses of these days
In the shipwreck of myself I sail.
Cruel winds whisper through my ears
I’m lost in a lucid daydream
And if I meet the sun’s daughter
I’ll fall down at her feet.
There’s no need to tie me down
I wanna bask in every mermaid’s sound
Wriggling back to a storm-less land
Uncovering from a wave-less sand
I hear them calling, calling out my name again
I need to find my homeland, no matter where it lays.
I’m Ulysses of these days
In the shipwreck of myself I sail.
A state of uncertainty
The scum of the Earth
An industry of fear
In this liquid life.
I don’t wanna be excluded
But I can’t find my place
I hope to be someone
At the end of my journey
Wriggling back to a storm-less land
Uncovering from a wave-less sand
I hear them calling, calling out my name again
I need to find my homeland, no matter where it lays.
I’m Ulysses of these days
In the shipwreck of myself I sail.
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2. |
Human Limelight
03:57
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Stab the future
Ignore your door bell
This city is a jungle
Good luck to find the lion
Never start a sentence with another's quote
It's the shortcut of the yokels
Getting off the couch
Is the first step to human limelight
We’re high, we're high
High, we're high
Above calamity
Could be the aging of the seasons
Could be the ending of an era
Fly above
Human limelight above calamity
Out from your window
The world keeps spinning
What can I do about it?
I'll keep complaining
But there's a revolution
Knocking at your door
Could be the aging of the seasons
Could be the ending of an era
Fly above
Human limelight above calamity
Wake up from your sleep
Get ready for the scene
Wake up from your sleep
Get ready for the scene
There's a revolution outside your door
Human limelight above calamity
Could be the aging of the seasons
Could be the ending of an era
Fly above
Human limelight above calamity
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3. |
Psychotropical
01:55
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I am a man from Mars
I’m here to study Earth
But oh, everyone in here
Led me to hate everyone.
So my quest is now over
And I know what to do
I’m gonna brake your coconuts
And in the end, I’ll kill everyone.
I hate everyone
I hate you
I hate people
Psychotropical
Oh, oh everyone
Oh, oh everyone At least there is...
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4. |
15 Years
04:18
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I feel a shiver up to my hands
A screaming headphone in my head
Still I’m hungry for the sounds
That made my fathers get off the ground
Fight the fear of the dark
Like a requiem but for the sharks
Yet the creatures under my bed
Pretend to be the living dead
I might think way too much,
I dream to smile a little more.
Towards the skies, we still get lost
The days pass by, but years will follow
“Our future would be bright...”
Whilst it faded through the night
Miss the grazes on the knees
Now every failure is a heart disease
From the bottom to the top
Stared into the eyes of an inside job
We didn’t win, we didn’t lose
Everything around is defeat
I might think way too much,
I dream to smile a little more
Towards the skies, we still get lost
The days pass by, but years will follow
Fifteen years, and a life ahead
We had fifteen years, and faith in ourselves
The promises of those years becoming anger, poison in our veins
The others kept laughing all the time
As we sat in the wind, craving in our souls
I still am the one I was
My face might be changed
But you won’t change what I’ve inside
I still live like I have fifteen years
But I’ve got a thousand years to go
I might think way too much,
I dream to smile a little more
Towards the skies, we still get lost
The days pass by, but years will follow
Fifteen years, and a life ahead
We had fifteen years, and faith in ourselves
I dream to smile a little more
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5. |
Pyros & Blight
03:07
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Let’s go living in a spaceship
Your Mascara is a little thick
Who are you trying to look like?
Have you seen yourself in the morning light?
You better keep your friends real close
But chances are that they are just ghosts.
I saw you standing in the desert, weak
And about that time you don’t wanna speak,
Do you remember that you have a skin
The more you pinch it the more you feel.
Your head is in the ground
That’s one more reason to go down.
When did we forget
About the pyros in our head
They just listen to what you say
In the night I heard your prayer
Send a word to ignite
Or the future will be blight.
Through dust, though stones
My scraped hands call for help
I’m cold, I’m cold all through the bones,
I need your touch, I need your voice
‘Cause they are everything
That has ever meant, and ever will mean
When did we forget
About the pyros in our head
They just listen to what you say
In the night I heard your bray
Send a word to ignite
Or the future will be blight.
Wake up, slave to this cycle, dear.
Your head is underwater, drown.
Your eyes are closed, and now breathe.
When did we forget
About the pyros in our head
When did we forget
That the pyros in our heads
Are the joy of our hearts
Love remains, words apart
Come to me to ignite
A future that won’t be blight.
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Ocelot Lombardy, Italy
Halfway through sharp indie and alternative eclecticism.
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