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For Blood
02:51
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For Blood
If you give me blood
I won't attempt to halt its flow
I'll let it run down my legs and into my shoes
If you give me blood
I'll collect it in a cup
And feed it to guests
If you give me blood
I'll celebrate its coming like a prodigal child
I'll wake the neighbours
And kill the fatted the calf
Without blood I am a man in a desert
I am watching the shimmer on the horizon
And I think water must be coming, water, it must be coming
Must be coming, must be coming, it must be coming, must be coming!
If you give me blood
I promise to dedicate my life to knowing you
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2. |
Screw You
04:54
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Screw You
What happened to you, my friend?
Which part of you broke and never mended?
Or did you forget how to fill in the cracks
With the gold leaf you use so well
Til it became like your shining shell?
Now the cracks are getting wider every year
And it's not about angst now, it's all about fear
All that self-loathing which in your youth served you well
Fuelled the fires of rebellion, creation
And you emerged with a shining shell
Where did she go, that girl I knew?
The more it hurt, the more you withdrew
I wanna blame the others who screwed you over
Now you're withholding everything you can give the world
And I think, no, screw you
In our youth we knew 100%
We were artists and our ideas were heaven-sent
So how could you lose touch with that spark inside yourself?
How could you not go out and find your tribe?
You stayed inside your shining shell
Ages is merciless, it always has its say
Look at us now, we're all going grey
And your sweetness is going bitter like this tea
It's time to find your happiness
It's time to give yourself what you need
Where did she go, that girl I knew?
The more it hurt, the more you withdrew
I wanna blame the others who screwed you over
Now you're withholding everything you can give the world
So, I think no, screw you.
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3. |
My Child
03:21
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My Child
My child, I see you
Your fears on full view
You think you should know all the answers
But none of us do
We all went through the same things as you
Sitting at my table
You feel unstable
The ground is shifting under your feet
You fear life might send you a challenge you can't meet
You can't meet
But I know you, my child
I know your strength and your wit
I know your compassion and your grit
So, don't worry that you're not ready for the world
'cause I worry that the world isn't ready for you.
If you saw what I see
You could not believe
The blinding beauty of your face
Which comes from quite a different place
Deep inside
And you can't hide
Because I know you, my child
I know your strength and your wit
I know your compassion and your grit
So, don't worry that you're not ready for the world
'cause I worry that the world isn't ready for you
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Neutral Tones
04:06
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Neutral Tones
We stood by a pond that winter's day
And the sun was white as though chidden of God
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod
They had fallen from an ash and were grey
Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles of years ago
Neutral tones
We speak in neutral tones.
The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
Alive enough to have strength to die
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous bird a-wing
And some words played between us to and fro
On which lost the more by our love
Neutral tones
We speak in neutral tones.
Since then keen lessons that love deceives
And wrings with wrong have shaped me
Your face and the God-cursed sun and a tree
And a pond edged with greyish leaves
Neutral Tones
We speak in neutral tones.
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Supermoon
03:34
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Supermoon
Who knew your supermoon would come so soon
Threw you for a loop
Who knew your Urgeschrei would be heard for miles
Concerned neighbours coming to find you
Unravelling in the gravel.
Look up, it's your supermoon!
Set before facts, someone else's acts
While you just sat around and did jack
But don't fool yourself with words like family
Conventional stupidity for ones not as free as you
Look up, it's your supermoon!
Years of starvation
Kept in the rain outside
So, spare me your consternation
When it finally up and dies
Those demons will of course have their say
They'll whisper their words of sweet decay
But don't listen to them, get yourself on your way
There's no time for delay
No time for delay.
Look up, it's your supermoon!
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Alex Spencer Berlin, Germany
Set afloat on a soft and shimmering stream, Alex Spencer's music is the kind of boat ride in which simple human rowing begins to resonate with deeper, inner currents. UK born Alex Spencer set down roots in Berlin in the year 2000. Today, she can be seen walking her black Labrador dog through Görlitzer Park, playing the singer-songwriter circuit and, on occasion, also raising her three children. ... more
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