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Nocturnal Lagophthalmos
02:37
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Muscles feel heavy, your long day is finally done
The thought of the mattress your mind has been drawn.
Hours passing by like seconds for you,
In the blink of an eye, what you thought was true.
Though when you rest, your eyelids are heavy,
Sleep hits your head, your thoughts become empty,
Be careful of all the eldritch horror,
As while you sleep, the thing you don't know is,
Your eyes open while you sleep.
Dreams you now recall fade out of memory,
You try not to forget what you want to see.
On the cycle goes, day and night and done,
Sleeps and accessory in your day/night job.
Though when you rest, your eyelids are heavy,
Sleep hits your head, your thoughts become empty,
Be careful of all the eldritch horror,
Your eyes open while you sleep.
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Travelling from town to town,
as he'll take a well out-dated book.
Travel by land or air,
He doesn't care 'cause he'll be right there.
His adventures never end,
only intervals when he goes to bed.
We don't know where he's from or where he's going to,
We just let him through.
Saw a castle.
Saw a bridge and
Saw a moat and
Read a sign and
The fella goes on a
A little journey.
The fella goes on a
A little journey.
He notes these places down in his handy, brown, leather-bound book,
and if you ask him nicely, he might just let you have a look.
He's been the world around, seeing sights you never knew about,
and when he leaves your town, everything will feel upside-down.
Saw a castle.
Saw a bridge and
Saw a moat and
Read a sign and
The fella goes on a
A little journey.
The fella goes on a
A little journey.
He's seen every continent, every hamlet, every village fayre.
His favourite time of year is any time he's travelling.
You have have seen him twice, or thrice, or maybe four times.
We don't know when he's back but we're certain that it's near in sight.
Saw a castle.
Saw a bridge and
Saw a moat and
Read a sign and
The fella goes on a
A little journey.
The fella goes on a
A little journey.
A little journey.
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3. |
Return to Dirt
03:52
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You've been stressed out lately in the place in which you work,
but there no-one to talk to, 'cause your manager hates you.
You need to take a break for at least a week or two,
but you know that won't come true, 'cause there's no place to go to.
Except,
the place you know,
It's down below.
Return to dirt,
Join the soil of the earth,
where the worms all stay and make your problems go away.
Return to dirt,
Join the soil of the earth,
where the dead all rise, even though there's not much light.
You cannot leave.
It's nice down here.
Life's been treating you rough,
you think you've had enough,
but you know the retreat.
Your co-workers will miss you,
for about a week for two,
then they won't.
They'll just move on.
But you know where you've got to go,
in the secret tunnel underneath the road,
round the A road.
Return to dirt,
Join the soil of the earth,
where the worms all stay and make your problems go away.
Return to dirt,
Join the soil of the earth,
where the dead all rise, even though there's not much light.
Return to dirt,
Join the soil of the earth,
where the worms all stay and make your problems go away.
You cannot leave.
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4. |
Haunted House
02:13
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Haunted house at the bottom of the street.
Haunted house at the bottom of the street.
Don't know what's inside there.
Don't know what drew me here,
But it was not fear,
It was not fear.
Haunted house at the bottom of the street,
I've been dared to stay a week.
But I can't stay here,
But I can't stay here.
(I heard rumours of ghosts and ghouls living inside of these walls)
Haunted house at the bottom of the street,
I've been dared to sleep right here.
But I can't sleep here,
But I can't sleep here.
(I've been seeing vision, blinding periferal visions)
Haunted house at the bottom of the street.
Haunted house at the bottom of the street.
Don't know what's inside there.
Don't know what drew me here,
But it was not fear,
It was not fear.
Haunted house at the bottom of the street,
I have been locked inside,
So I can't escape,
So I can't escape.
(The ghosts are ripping me apart, THE GHOSTS ARE RIPPING ME APART)
Haunted house at the bottom of the street,
I hear the floor boards creaking,
So I must escape,
So I must escape.
(MY LEGS, OH MY LEGS)
Haunted house at the bottom of the street.
Haunted house at the bottom of the street.
Don't know what's inside there.
Don't know what drew me here,
But it was not fear,
It was not fear.
Haunted house.
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5. |
Lost at Sea
03:20
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Once there was an island in the middle of the sea (Out here)
The weather was bright and the people were polite (they cheered)
It's isolated here, there's no countries that are near (not here)
"Nothing could go wrong" said the mayor all day long (but then)
Then the rain came, put the waves in motion,
Down the drain came what was like the ocean.
Chaos would ensure as there's nothing we could do (their fear)
The town met with the mayor, they needed a backup plan (not here)
But the mayor had taken off, leaving everything alone (disappear)
It seemed like they were done, they had nowhere to be gone (dead end)
The docks crumbled, the boats drifted away,
They're encircled with the waves.
Disappearing, the island erroding,
People drifting, we are lost at sea.
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6. |
Space Silhouette
03:49
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I see you in sky in deepest hours of the night,
I see you hover by like a dart.
I dream of counting sheep but I never make it past 12.
I wish you'd make it down here one night.
But what do I know, Space sillouette.
Head up in the sky, dreams hard to deny, covert in my lies.
A flash wakes me one night, with a noise that jars me a lot.
I see you standing there in a field.
I ask you for your name but I can't comprehend what you said,
but something feels like this is right.
But what do I know, Space sillouette.
Head up in the sky, dreams hard to deny, covert in my lies.
A language barrier keeps me distant and seperate from you,
I wish I could be from outer space,
We are so similar yet are differences are upfront,
I wish I could speak direct to you.
But what do I know, Space sillouette.
Head up in the sky, dreams hard to deny, covert in my lies.
But what do I know, Space sillouette.
Head up in the sky, dreams hard to deny, covert in my lies.
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7. |
Hot Air Balloon
04:10
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Maiden voyage set to depart,
In a couple of hours or so,
The weather is clear,
It's a perfect day.
Suitcase is strapped to the machine,
now we're ready to depart,
Won't see my loved ones in a while,
Circumnavigate the entire globe.
Up we go, its 30 below, I'll be here for a while.
And I've left my map on the train,
Guess I'll have to make a stop down by the Everglades.
Floating around in a hot air balloon,
50 million feet up in the air,
I don't know how I'm going to get out of here,
Oh no.
Oh no.
30 days on, and I'm doing pretty good,
Food supplies replenished for a change,
Half way there, at least in my head.
Deep deep blue sea, what do you see in me,
Why are you staring back at me,
A cold mist approaches up ahead.
Floating around in a hot air balloon,
50 million feet up in the air,
I don't know how I'm going to get out of here,
Oh no.
Oh no.
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8. |
Songboat
03:39
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I write songs inside of my songboat,
I write songs for days,
Sailing ships and splashing waves and,
Docking at the bay.
The swaying motion of the sea,
the pitter-patter of the rain,
the summer air, the winter breeze,
the autumn falling of the leaves.
But the songboat takes me to far away lands,
the ocean water and the desert sand,
The songboat takes me to far away lands,
the ocean water and the warm desert sand.
My whole life is inside the songboat,
it can take me anywhere,
Inspiration is plentiful and
instruments are in hand.
The weather forecast is grim today,
I might just stay inside,
The sun will come by real soon and
In my bed I'll lie.
But the songboat takes me to far away lands,
the ocean water and the desert sand,
The songboat takes me to far away lands,
the ocean water and the warm desert sand.
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Picturebook
03:46
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Hey! You made it to the party,
Please do come on inside,
The coat-racks on the side there,
Here taste this fancy wine,
Please gather round the table,
We don't want you to miss it,
We've got a nice surprise here,
We found our family photos,
There's dear old aunty Carol,
And there's your brother Simon,
There's your grandma Meredith,
And there's your uncle Lyman,
Everyone's in this book from your great-great-great grandfather,
It's at the present day now,
Oh isn't this such fun.
Flip back into the book,
The years are rushing in,
The pictures, the memories,
The childhood mischief,
Live back these older moments,
You know you can't resist,
The picturebook's the wrong one,
These aren't your memories.
Do you remember this one,
Oh wasn't that a blast,
The trip down to the coast where,
Your shoes got filled with sand,
The shop with all the mirrors that you mistook for photos,
The trip down to the zoo where you got scared of the llamas.
I am so glad to see you but it's time that you leave now,
I have many more photos that I can show you sometime,
I'll put this book down for now and pack away the table,
Farewell, my dear, au revoir,
Until we meet again.
Flip back into the book,
The years are rushing in,
The pictures, the memories,
The childhood mischief,
Live back these older moments,
You know you can't resist,
The picturebook's the wrong one,
These aren't your memories.
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I never thought I'd see anything as beautiful as this,
Standing across the ballroom is full bliss,
But where did you go,
I guess I'll never know,
I'd like to see you at the ball again.
Skittish you act to a stranger that you've never seen
Animalish is the way that you would seem,
Your hair as grey at the moon,
Eyes are blue like a lagoon,
I'd like to see you at the ball again,
Even if we don't agree,
I'd like to see you at the ball again.
I am a recluse,
Social debut was delayed,
please do not break this moment.
Dance as you might, I'd still rather be sat over here
Wander around as you pretend I'm not here,
On the table you, glasses and cups you throw.
I'd like to see you at the ball again,
Even if we don't agree,
I'd like to see you at the ball again.
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11. |
Forest Creatures
03:54
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Wander round the woods,
The sounds you hear, the scents you smell,
You'll never get to see them, they are the forest creatures.
Mysteries of light, noises that are ambient,
Overloading your senses, they leave no evidence.
Why does a tree fall,
Down to ground level,
Watch as the kite flies,
right past your window.
It's because theyre here,
Forest puppeter,
Guardian of sacred,
Land is awakened.
Wander round the woods,
The sounds you hear, the scents you smell,
You'll never get to see them, they are the forest creatures.
Mysteries of light, noises that are ambient,
Overloading your senses, they leave no evidence.
Feel the breeze upon your skin, hyjack amygdala,
Blood pressure is low and on the ground you go,
Never hear a sound they make, it never hits your brain,
Peers among each other, forest shall not be slain.
Hootenany uproar,
Someone has waged war,
over the death of our beloved sycamore.
The trees have crumbled,
the dirt is shoveled,
blue bells are muffled,
creatures are ruffled.
Wander round the woods,
The sounds you hear, the scents you smell,
You'll never get to see them, they are the forest creatures.
Mysteries of light, noises that are ambient,
Overloading your senses, they leave no evidence.
Feel the breeze upon your skin, hyjack amygdala,
Blood pressure is low and on the ground you go,
Never hear a sound they make, it never hits your brain,
Peers among each other, forest shall not be slain.
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