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Super Arcade
03:18
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I can’t make a decision
I have tried many tricks
What else can I do
Here comes people pleaser
I smell in the freezer
I’m not in the right mood
Selling decisions
Soul sleep
Oblivion
To the powerless world
Stray cat’s suspicion of blogger’s ambition
Leave me out in the cold
I enjoy my super arcade
I get rid of a fever
An eccentric achiever is selling
The right mood
A depraved rendition
Of beastly ambition
Self talk is the way out
Ego collision
I must pass the audition
With the rest of the world
Blinding night vision
Affects my decision
Leave me out in the cold
I enjoy my super arcade
Selling decisions
Soul sleep
Oblivion
To the powerless world
Stray cat’s suspicion of blogger’s ambition
Leave me out in the cold
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2. |
Inside The Morning Light
03:08
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Flying buses come along
Don’t you get it?
What’s gone wrong?
Seaweeds wear the uniforms
Going to rescue frantic ghosts
Target brain is hard to see
Drifters play hide and seek
Seek for love then sick for fear
Darkest shades won’t disappear
Will you ever get your soul back to me?
Bluesmen waiting in the wings
Geeks are biting a world of bits
Doppleganger is beating you
Monkey dance will cover you
Inside the morning light
We dive
Inside the morning light
We’ll dance on a pile of shining flowers
On the bright side of brainpower
It’s happening now
Silent father sweetest son
Can’t we trust each other more?
Love for life
Does it make you sick?
Kill for money
Will it make you rich?
Inside the morning light
We dive
Inside the morning light
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Meet Stalin in the hall
Ghandi starts a mall
Jesus stands in queue
Keith Haring paints the moon
Fidel plays the fool
Moses runs a swimming pool
Elvis cooks for fame
Hitler haunts PKMN
Hitler haunts PKMN
Everything and its opposite
But nothing at all
Steve Jobs in his steam car
Macca’s mask in an old fruit jar
Joyce draws word balloons
Newton stars as a ginger tycoon
Marx sells witches’ brews
Julius Caesar rents hairdos
Who put the world up for sale
Let’s all haunt PKMN
Everything and its opposite
But nothing at all
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4. |
Man With The Scars
03:09
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Man with the scars
They’ve stolen your stars
There’s no more need to stay awake
To paint all the sides
To turn the unconscious upside down
Where’s the feeling of feeling weird
Apollo comes up for air
You slide into the void
You are out of sight
You live out of sight
You swim out of sight
You live out of sight
Man from the stars
You are hating your scars
You don’t have to carry it all yourself
Let’s try to reverse
The sky and the earth
And find a meaning in this pantomime
I stick to my guns
You slide into the void
You are out of sight
You live out of sight
You swim out of sight
You sing out of sight
You live out of sight
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5. |
Firefighter
03:43
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Don’t wanna see
Just wanna breathe
A reset sigh
Gonna miss the party
I wanna hold
A grain of sand
A deep descent
Up and run it out
You I need you
Going through
I’ve got nothing
Nothing left to lose
You want me
Me at my best
Remove your brain
Go and feed your glans
My fingers speak
I smash the glass
I wade trough wrecks
This is not dry run
I am a firefighter
Fire Fire Fire
I am a firefighter
Wild lies fly
I am a firefighter
Fly Fly Fly
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I was browsing through the videos on YouTube
Where the rockstars spend their youth
As the rain was falling in May
You sent me that letter anyway
I read your cosmic address
I was sitting full of myself
The show was underway
But I wasn’t on
Are visions real lies on the screen?
Dreams can turn into disease
I’m a sweet alien on creamy skis
I’m a sweet alien on creamy skis
Skinny dancers on a slippery hill
In the seaside ghetto castaways feel so ill
Is there any heaven without tanks to be filled?
Is there any heaven without soldiers no fear?
I was strolling through the pyramids of my mind
Many comments were unkind
Tough guys were beating the crew
Body hackers will settle on the moon
Rappers were dancing on the rails
Young punks grew up out of place
The show was underway
But I wasn’t on
Skinny dancers on a slippery hill
In the seaside ghetto castaways feel so ill
Is there any heaven without tanks to be filled?
Is there any heaven without soldiers no fear?
Are visions real lies on the screen?
Dreams can turn into disease
I’m a sweet alien on creamy skis
I feel like I’m a sweet alien on creamy skis
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7. |
Haters Online
03:09
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Take a break
This time
It’s your life
Take a break
This time around
Billy’s fond of heavy thoughts
He can’t find none
Jamie is in jail
Now hating the guns
Leo is a dreamer
But he’s having no fun
Sweets is picking up
New moneymen in town
Another hater online
That’s what you’ll find
Juliet is a genius
She has been told to be mad
From her tiny room
She aims to discover new stars
Lizy sold her soul
To the love for street art
She’s a tasty deal
For pushers and sweethearts
Another hater online
That’s what you’ll find
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8. |
London Cloak
03:28
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Question mark
Question time
Phantoms debut on London underground
End of the line
End of time
London borders stretched to Vietnam
Should I play or take a ride
Sleep in Victoria station for a while
The sound of suburbs scream out crimes
Dopplegangers come to steal the lines
You keep me standing on the wall
Bad boys fight
Gas street lights
London cloak is dragging on the ground
Adrenaline comes from a late night bar
Joe is still singing vibes in Camden Town
Strange small worlds are coming around
Art terrorist fires a brush to redeem the time
You keep me standing on the wall
Cover me
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9. |
Longest Years
03:49
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Where’s the good in here
No one will save my life
Wasting my time here
Chasing the strange delight
Many amusements here
Ape men fall in line
Cherubs in battle gear
No one will save my mind
Searching for life that I wasted in my longest years
Look at the time
I’ve been wrestling with my longest years
Thrilling time ahead
Apps are flying over my head
I will supercharge my brain
To keep the secrets I’ve been told
Searching for life that I wasted in my longest years
Look at the time
I’ve been wrestling with my longest years
Searching for life that I wasted in my longest years
Look at the time
I’ve been wrestling with my longest years
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10. |
Reborn
03:49
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Ten thousand girls to the side of the road
Ten thousand saints are stealing my soul
Your lips are pure like endless love
I might consider being reborn
Ten thousand fights to the side of the road
Ten thousand drunks are feeding my soul
Your hands are smooth like the silkiest rose
I might consider being reborn
Your lips are pure like endless love
I might consider being reborn
Your hands are smooth like the silkiest rose
I might consider being reborn
She’s calling
She’s climbing up the throne
I’m still bleeding
In the turmoil of my dawn
Your love is burning a thousand miles away
I feel frantic
My own weakness explode
Your eyes are weapons
They keep me watching from above
Your love is burning a thousand miles away
She’s calling
She’s climbing up the throne
I’m still bleeding
In the turmoil of my dawn
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Quarry London, UK
Quarry is an indie pop rock singer songwriter. He played all around Europe over the years. Some of his most notable works as solo include the album “Prize Day”, which got a lot of airplay in many countries. He founded the band Prizeday. They released the album "Apps Will Grow Like Feathers” and toured Europe also performing at The Great Escape Festival and opening for Arthur Brown ... more
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