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Oh Heisenberg!
05:16
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She's a very broken camera
Her lens is out of focus
Is this too close was that too far?
Everything is blurry, patterns merge together
You can't see the lines, only vaguely
Tell black from white, darkness from light
He's a very broken bicycle
His chain is turned and twisted
Wheels crooked and creaky, the brakes of no use
You should wear a helmet or
You will risk an accident
Don't go too fast, don't go too far
Off the beaten path
And I am a Heisenberg particle
Once you've found out where i am
You wont know where I'm going
Being an electron orbiting 'round you
Don't blame me for being so
Negative
He's a bulky piece of furniture
Won't fit in the corner or next to the window
Or Behind the door
Anywhere you put him he remains an obstacle,
Blocking the way or just taking up too much space
But too good to be thrown away
And so we all are flawed and worn out and frail
Some keep trying to hide it, but alas, to no avail
we could quit the masquerade, could reveal it openly
Tell me your secret and I will tell you mine
If you can't read between the lines:
That you are my Heisenberg particle
Once I've found out where you are I don't know where you're going
Leaving me here in uncertainty
What can I do but observe
And wait and see
If you'll orbit back to me
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2. |
That Darkness of Yours
03:50
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there's no reason there's no sensible cause no empirical explanation why
there's no mistake there are no visible flaws as my confidence leaves me high and dry
I demand my right to feeling wrong
with the brittle ones, baffled ones, the broken ones
and if it is my task in life to long for peace of mind in vain, at least I'm not alone
it's been two months without rain coming down clear and vivid and empty was the sky
how I marvelled at its immaculate blue didn't care 'bout the rivers running dry
when storm is rolling in and hell breaks loose I'll be torn and terrified but I will not complain
when all things clear will once more get diffused I will yield my crown in peace and let the chaos reign
and believe me, this darkness of yours isn't darker than mine
and I want you to know that we'll fall back in line
we'll demand our right to feeling wrong
we're the brittle ones, the baffled ones, the broken ones
and if it is our task in life to long
for peace of mind in vain, at least we're not alone
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3. |
The Trees
05:31
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see, the harsh wind bends the trees
violently tearing off their thinning leaves
they bow down but never break
though it seems this force was more than they could take
remind yourself of this, my dear
right now I know you don't want to hear…
but you know deep down it won't last forever
though I know right now there is no end in sight
and you know that this won't last forever
though right now for you there is no end in sight
there is never any cure
to this kind of agony you must endure
and you think you can't be saved
but we'll try to keep your head above the waves
remind yourself of this, my dear
somebody else still needs you here
and you know these aches won't last forever
though right now for you there is no end in sight
and you know your pains won't last forever
though right now for you there is no end in sight
and just like those trees, you're shaken and bent, you're abandoned and bare
and these winds these wind these winds they blow so cold and strong
and you might lose all your leaves, it might break off a branch, but remember
your roots your roots your roots are still there to hold on hold on
remind yourself of that, my dear
that we still are and will be here.
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4. |
CAPS LOCK
03:08
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these days I feel like I'm your tax declaration, I'm your dentist appointment, I'm the battery in your smoke alarm that you need to change. you're avoiding it, procrastinating every chance of contact that we might have, ain't that a bit strange?
tell me where the blissful days went when I was more than a redundant little trinket on the sideboard of your life, a speck of dust on your floor.
I'd be the needle and the yarn if your heart required mending, be the paperclip when all important documents were lying loose, just turn me into something neccessary, something like a knife or a cup or a bandaid - something you can use. and then tell me where the blissful days went when I could feel more like a gift than than like a burden, more a blessing than a curse, a hope that old scars could heal.
but don't you dare to say I still could change your world for the better and then go and make me feel as useful as a sweat stain on a shirt, as important as the caps lock key when you only type in lower-case letters.
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5. |
The View From My Room
00:44
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