1. |
To Ithaca
03:52
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Another song
Like the sirens
No resistance
Calling on Persephony
Lepping body and soul
When the darkness comes
And in their meadows they loll
And the sirens
Holler at me
Calling on Persephony
The sounding furrows of my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset and sanity
A sacred treasure in the journey alone
To Ithaca
Become a name
For always
Roaming
A hungry hearted man
Gleams that untravelled world
Whos margins fade
Forever when I move
How dull it is
To make an end
And not to shine in use
The sounding furrows of my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset and sanity
A sacred treasure in the journey alone
To Ithaca
That hoard and sleep
And feed and not know me
I can not rest from travel
I will drink life to the lees
All times I’ve enjoyed greatly
The sounding furrows of my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset and sanity
A sacred treasure in the journey alone
To Ithaca
The sounding furrows of my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset and sanity
A sacred treasure in the journey alone
To Ithaca
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2. |
Arguments & Sentiments
03:10
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The hopes and dreams you laid out on the page
Are blinding you
Your plans and schemes all dying of old age
Are warning you
You are drifting away from your destined land
Just show me that I’m wrong and I’ll accept it
Your arguments and sentiments won’t make me
Turn around – turn around
You’re destined for disaster and forsaken
Turn around – turn around
The ropes and knots that hold your back in place
Are testing you
The heavens and the weight of this whole world
Rest on you
You are shifting you say from your dreams to plans
I’ll show you how you’re wrong when you accept that
Your arguments and sentiments won’t make me
Turn around – turn around
You’re destined for disaster and forsaken
Turn around – turn around
You are drifting away from your destined land
You are drifting away from your destined land
Your arguments and sentiments won’t make me
Turn around – turn around
You’re destined for disaster and forsaken
Turn around – turn around
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3. |
The Light
03:22
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There is a string in the drying sand
Cannot be torn in two
And can’t be tied
As you’ll find in time
If there’s more than I’ll ever find
To be founded
I laid the bricks and I’m
surrounded by dark in basements
For all these hurdles I’ve been taking
all these hoops I’ve tried
there’s no way to see now
How the light travels in a very straight line
How the sight unravels this endeavor to shine
Not a soul in this entire land
Can comfort
I shook the bricks and I’m
Surrounded by ruins and wasteland
For all these hurdles I’ve been taking
all these hoops I’ve tried
there’s no way to see now
How the light travels in a very straight line
How the sight unravels this endeavor to shine
For all these hurdles I’ve been taking
all these hoops I’ve tried
there’s no way to see now
How the light travels in a very straight line
How the sight unravels this endeavor to shine
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4. |
Meaning
03:08
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For better days in better places
For a better run
Forget the names but get the faces
When saying grace on a daily basis
No promises
Put your trust in picking aces
A good salvation
And a rush of blood instead
To kill a moment
That spans a life
Time to break it and
Time to move on
From the back of my head
A voice is spot on
The aching is off
When it's on
The heavens rain the soil awaking
This planet stops
The depths will rise to get it shaking
The air is thick and leaves are falling
A solemn song
None but the blind wait for the calling
A good salvation
And a rush of blood instead
To kill a moment
That spans a life
Time to break it and
Time to move on
From the back of my head
A voice is spot on
The aching is off
When it's on
To break it and
Shovel it down
From the back of my head
A voice is spot on
When it says it's
Time to break it and
Time to move on
From the back of my head
A voice is spot on
The aching is off
When it's on
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5. |
The Just
03:45
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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
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6. |
A Sound
03:19
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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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7. |
The Sight
04:52
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This should count for something
To settle a score
This could be the one thing
No one cared to look for at all
I found destinations
Far off shore
Now lost in translation
I would miss the boatman’s last call
You ran with your eyes closed
And you slept with your eyes wide open
For sore eyes
A hindsight sign hear the black swan sighing
A silent lie and the bias hiding
A hindsight sign hear the black swan sighing
Turn the black swan white, let the blind be guiding
Every possible step of the way
On every path
Every situation
Every single second a day
You ran with your eyes closed
And you slept with your eyes wide open
For sore eyes
A hindsight sign hear the black swan sighing
A silent lie and the bias hiding
A hindsight sign hear the black swan sighing
Turn the black swan white, the blind guiding
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8. |
An Offer
03:14
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Never had to dig my way
Out or into anything
Never had to share my plate
Never had to wait
All the world is a stage and every other cliché
Don’t get fooled into playing any character at all
Life was given to you but you know
Never take an offer from another again
Ask me anything any time at all
One day you’ll be burdened
By hunger and age
And you’re hurting
Limping after others and
Find a sad companion for certain
All the world is a stage and every other cliché
Don’t get fooled into playing any character at all
Life was given to you but you know
Never take an offer from another again
Ask me anything any time at all
But never take a single cent
Life was given to you but you know
Never take an offer from another again
Ask me anything any time at all
Life was given to you but you know
Never take an offer from another again
Ask me anything any time at all
But never take a single cent
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9. |
Chide
04:24
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Nourished war, my defeat
This idle rank, melts in the heat
For the ink is a club in the hands of time
And the word is a shield At war with rhyme
Doesn’t grow in the heat (nor) drown in the shower
As the hour and the place seem mine
I strike at the center
Of a splendid beat
With a need to enter
And a verse indeed
Dissident soul, first class seat
Rhythm of fall, when the leaves hit the street
For spring is a pawn in the life of a hero
For it’s birth not battle, It’ll burst like a bubble
He’ll melt in the heat, he’ll drown in the shower
He’ll stumble over words and feet
It’s better to be vile
Than be a violent creep
It’s better to be hated
When the hate’s so deep
Is it all but the time to be mended
Is the call for absence ignored
May the best things come
Come to the one that resents it
May the last thing to be seen be fall
Nourished war, my defeat
This idle rank, melts in the heat
For the ink is a club in the hands of time
And the word is a shield At war with rhyme
Doesn’t grow in the heat (nor) drown in the shower
As the hour and the place seem mine
I strike at the center
Of a splendid beat
With a need to enter
And a verse indeed
Is it all but the time to be mended
Is the call for absence ignored
May the best things come
Come to the one that resents it
May the last thing to be seen be fall
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10. |
Lifted & Wounded
03:37
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I’ve travelled for seven years
Still got screaming of the sea in my ears
I hear voices no one hears
They call me on a wind from the south
So I sing loud to drown their song
Tied to the mast I sing along
I will shipwreck, I’m not that strong
Don’t leave me in the shadow of my doubt
When the song calls
and I want to change my ways
Don’t release me
When the song calls
and I’m in my darkest days
Don’t release me, I say
Lifted and wounded
carried away and thrown back
The sound of shallow man
carried away and thrown back
A new awakening
a cold morning
A cold morning
a rocky cliff flooding
Let the waves guide me
When the song calls
and I want to change my ways
Don’t release me
When the song calls
and I’m in my darkest days
Don’t release me, I say
Lifted and wounded
carried away and thrown back
The sound of shallow man
carried away and thrown back
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11. |
Hands On
04:05
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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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12. |
Trapped
05:05
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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.
www.battersea.nl
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