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2. |
Washed in the Sunlight
05:14
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Verse 1:
Chest out but the shoulders slouching
I can’t hear any of the words that your mouthing
and your eyes are lost in the crust
and your mind is covered in dust
and the best things that you had are gone…..
and washed in the sunlight
I wake up and shout
I get up and shout
Pre-chorus:
Don’t know what comes next
I wouldn’t take bets
but I know what feels best
I move on no stress
Chorus:
I move on no stress
I move on no stress
I move on no stress
I move on no stress
Verse 2:
No means that you haven’t paid for
No team that you haven’t played for
It’s been years since I’ve even seen you
Only call when you never mean to
and the best things that you had are gone….
and washed in the sunlight
I get up and shout
I wake up and shout
Pre-chorus:
Dont know what Comes next
you shouldn’t take bets
but I know what feels best
I move on no stress
Chorus:
I move on no stress
I move on no stress
I move on no stress
I move on no stress
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3. |
Games
03:38
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Cold Shoulders
03:03
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I'm freezing from cold shoulders
I'm freezing from the sea
Why?
The reasons fall like boulders
but nowhere close to me, close to me
the greatest heave,
won't throw them stones to me
I feel your presence
and they don't know the half
and I just wanna see you
for that.......... I'm overjoyed!
Your'e in my life
I'm over joy-oy -oha-oyd
Your'e in my life
I'm overjoyed, and i feel that we should,
take a trip to the moon
and I feel that we should
take a trip 'round the sun
and I feel that we would
find a sea where we could sleep
and I feel that we should
dive, in, deep!
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5. |
Skipping Bones
03:02
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First Section:
We were just skipping bones
no time for sticks and stones
no time to pick your nose
Smile, just smile
Right off the chopping block
no time for hopping scotch
no time to watch the cops
Smile, Just smile
Mid -section:
You don't know us
You won't know us,
You don't know us, us
Last Section:
You caught my hallway daze,
said I was all but crazed,
but I'm on top of my thing
Child, yeah child
and just to prove my point
I'll roll the loosest joint
and watch as smoke disappears
Child, yeah child
Child, Child
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6. |
Sideways Walker
04:02
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7. |
The Joke
02:32
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Fuck this alcohol!
'Cause that's probably what started this all
since the crown of creation,
we're high on luck almost all out of patience
oh, lost my love
so what should I do?
Promises are vacant,
because of you,
oh how I did love you,
oh how much I cared,
you traded me for grief,
now I just have nothing,
am I just nothing?
lor am I a mystery?,
a joke no one ever told me
Fuck these lonely limbs,
rest on my frame like you own my sins,
had to leave I was weary of progress,
thought you would but you never did protest,
starved myself, for all of these goods
now I'm lost way out here, out in the woods
and the trees keep falling,
and I'm so scared
and the birds keep calling!
telling me something
Just leave me for something
You were a lighthouse
and than I snuffed, all your lights out
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Isaiah Gage New York, New York
Isaiah Gage is a Multi-instrumentalist, Composer, Producer and Singer/Songwriter from New York City specializing in "Cello-centric" and experimental pop music. For more information please visit www.isaiahgage.com.
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