1. |
Still Voice
01:56
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Instrumental
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2. |
The Old House At Home
02:47
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I retreat somewhere up country
Where my memories repeat.
I retreat somewhere down the lane,
Hoping that the shade has my release.
I retreat.
The old house at home,
Still makes me feel the same
As I did all those days long ago.
The old house at home.
I retreat where the fruit grows slow
And you can lie low and discreet.
I retreat with my sprightly companion
And all the time I can handle in this heat.
I retreat.
The old house at home.
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3. |
Finchley Park
03:06
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It's been a long time since I've been to Finchley Park.
Don't you see it'll be no good for me
If I come with you tonight
Things won't work out right.
Me and Finchley Park,
We go back so far.
I might see familiar faces that never set quite right,
Don't you see I'll be ill at ease
If I come with you tonight
Things won't work out right.
Me and Finchley Park,
We go back so far.
All the dogs will turn and start to bark
If I go back after dark
Leave the past in the past.
Me and Finchley Park.
We go back so far.
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Let's make up for mistakes,
Let's make up for every one we made.
Forgive me and I'll forgive you,
Forgive me and I'll take on all the blame.
Maybe we could make our bed tonight?
I used to be so sure,
I used to be all these things before.
Now it seems we can't make up any more,
But please don't forget about me.
I guess I should have moved on,
I guess you have moved on by now.
If all we do is push and pull
Then you can I could be stars;
I could still revolve around you
Even though we are so far away.
Maybe we could make our bed again?
Let's make up for mistakes,
Let's make up for every one we made.
I guess I should have moved on
I guess I should have moved on by now.
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5. |
Under The Outer Gate
02:32
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Under the outer gate
The old paint peeled away,
And there's a decision to make.
Night calls the howling wind
With it brings times changing,
So desperation blows in.
Dark clouds on terracotta tiles
No light will break for a while,
Quietly dignity must die.
To do something when there's nothing to be done,
We would do anything at all.
Under the outer gate
The old paint peeled away
And a decision has been made.
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6. |
Like A
03:12
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Laika, like a
Dog lost in space, that inky blue waste,
You drift out of focus to an unearthly chorus.
Laika, like a
Word I can't place, a stuttering grace,
As mankinds fire roars you go up in metaphors.
Laika, like a dog like no other.
Laika
Eternity is such a small place
When I'm down here and you're in space..
Laika, like a dog like no other.
Please don't leave me.
Eternity is such a small place,
When I'm down here and you're in space.
Please don't leave.
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7. |
When The Rain Stops
04:16
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I caught myself lying
On a Persian rug
By the fire logs.
Don't know what I was thinking.
I stare into space,
I'm at home in this place.
What'll I do when the rain stops?
Will I last the winter?
I've done it before,
So what's just one more?
What'll I do when the rain stops?
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8. |
Forever Endeavour
05:24
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Try to sleep while you can,
Life's not always going to go to plan.
No need to be afraid.
Try to eat what's on your plate,
It's never too little and never too late.
No need to be afraid.
Try to love what you've always loved,
There's just some things you've got to rise above.
No need to be alone.
Forever endeavour.
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9. |
Vegetables
02:36
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I can't love you on the run,
Kicking down doors and waving guns.
We don't need to see the sun
Be a vegetable and grow mold with me.
I don't have the energy
To be a ditzy little busy bee,
Don't go out, let's watch TV,
Be a vegetable and grow mold with me.
You and me we could be vegetables,
Stay in bed-ables,
All day, can't you see that you and me
We could be vegetables.
Let's laze out upon the chair
And wave our leaves into the air,
Photosynthesize like you just don't care.
You and me we could be vegetables,
Stay in bed-ables,
All day, can't you see that you and me
We could be vegetables.
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Deej Cooper Dunedin, New Zealand
Deej writes reflective, low tempo folk-esque songs and Tim improves them with delicate and precise
orchestrations.
They both met in Dunedin, NZ at a party that neither was likely to go to and immediately decided to write an album together. A year later they released it to wild acclaim, star-studded award ceremonies and over-sensationalised artist bios.
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