1. |
The Sound
03:12
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For the sake of a sound
For the sense of searching
For the breaking grounds
The countless rehearsing
In the name of a song
And the shame of bleeding
When the words are wrong
Just take the beating
For it's the same ideals
And the same set of wheels
The spark and how it feels
The sound got it moving
A sound
For the open ears
For the full blown
frequency's ignition
A sound
And the deep soul hears
What is not shown
In a physical transition
In the back of mind
To find inspiration
And with the bare hands
Witness creation
For it's the same ideals
And the same set of wheels
The spark and how it feels
The sound got it moving
A sound
For the open ears
For the full blown
frequency's ignition
A sound
And the deep soul hears
What is not shown
In a physical transition
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2. |
Hands On
03:10
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No shame in hiding
No relief in senseless acts
No good from pride
No promise in peace pacts
No hesitation, come to this confession
I confess that less is more
Right through the window panes
I hear the far off plains
Announce the morning rains
The wind it will carry
Next to these river shores
Down where the northern wind roars
To find the cross marked doors
And slander will carry
Man hands on the decay to man
Hands on – rock the boat
Every lost soul is a loss for us all
When a restless spirit hits the river it’s a call
How faces fall to bone
How lives are turned to stone
No hurt or sorrow shown
And the people will carry
I see the maps are spread
Attempts to wake the dead
A rush of blood sent to the head
And Charon will carry
Man hands on the decay to man
Hands on – rock the boat
Every lost soul is a loss for us all
When a restless spirit hits the river it’s a call
Hands on – rock the boat
To know that the tide will rise and fall
When the ignorant armies clash for us all
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3. |
The Just
03:40
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To try and comprehend
Constructing reason
Accuse and defend
Rhetoric’s no field of sense
Everything’s a reference – it’s all …
Like dots at the end
Like a dead cold silence
Head in the sand
Blocking any evidence
Cutting every reference to all
Friends and allies
Slander and lies
The holes in the outer wall
[oohoohoo]
Today come what may
To find two bare hands
Shaking the grounds of circumstance
The heartfelt embrace
Counting the days
The just and the truth
To hide behind
The piles of paper
Too high to climb
If anything unstable and
The truth might shake and later fall on all
Friends and allies
Slander and lies
The holes in the outer wall
[oohoohoo]
Today come what may
To find two bare hands
Shaking the grounds of circumstance
The heartfelt embrace
Counting the days
The just and the truth
credits
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4. |
The Sound
03:12
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For the sake of a sound
For the sense of searching
For the breaking grounds
The countless rehearsing
In the name of a song
And the shame of bleeding
When the words are wrong
Just take the beating
For it's the same ideals
And the same set of wheels
The spark and how it feels
The sound got it moving
A sound
For the open ears
For the full blown frequency's ignition
A sound
And the deep soul hears
What is not shown
In a physical transition
In the back of mind
To find inspiration
And with the bare hands
Witness creation
For it's the same ideals
And the same set of wheels
The spark and how it feels
The sound got it moving
A sound
For the open ears
For the full blown frequency's ignition
A sound
And the deep soul hears
What is not shown
In a physical transition
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Battersea Netherlands
Battersea smeedt songs. We zoeken catchy refreinen en gitaarlijnen. Ze duiken op waar we samen komen: in de studio, in de
repetitieruimte. Onze songs bouwen we op een sterk ritme en een dragende basis van bastonen. De gitaarpartijen zetten de toon voor de sfeer en vullen de vocale harmonieën aan. Elke snare, elke tokkel en elk contrapunt wordt gewogen, tot het staat als een huis.
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