1. |
A Burning Rite
03:50
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In eyes I could drown like in water
But mine feel cold like ice
My problems
I like to solve them in the dark
In truth there's my light
In truth there's my fire
Burning me down
It's burning me down
Look I might have been preaching
But my so fragile creed is
Like crumbling in my hands
Burning me down
It's Burning me down
Nothing
Can tell me apart from the things
I have around my head
The only head I have
Say a Rite
Conquer the ground
My head and my heart
Say:
-We stay beyond the line
Beyond the bounds of my will
Of this world-
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2. |
Unstable
03:21
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Say why
Why stand
Withing the lines
Of our will, of times
Take me back
To when you felt life was easy as it gets
Take me back
To when I was not unstable as I am now
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3. |
Carol of Birds
04:23
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Oh mountains, oh oceans,
Through paths untraveled you speak a tongue
Of black dirt and bleak earth,
What lies untroubled in my heart
Loud and clear,
Like a song from my heart before it dies
Rise after rise it changes form
Time after time, from yearn to love
Just like a blackberry plucked through the mist
From all the briers wrapping on my skin
My eyes no more see
My mind no more thinks
My hands no more grab
I'm less, but less
Sounds to me loud and clear
The rest feels to me
Like in shadows, like in dreams
The rest feels to me
Not like your rumbles, they sound so
Loud and clear,
Like a song from my heart before it dies
Loud and clear,
Right from my heart
Straight from my heart
Like the carol of birds
Back straight to my heart
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4. |
Through Grass Darkly
03:41
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Sing to me once more
That tune we once loved
That love now seems so in the dark
Light became lighter
Fine became finer
My skin became a home in the grass
Pray for me so carefully
I'm trying stay calm
Trying so hard
The part of me you see now
This artifice is falling apart
By a terrible spell
My body looks still
But still to me feels like
Wandering through tall grass like wind
Searching for truths where no truth has been
If hope is noise and faith's a veil
Just sing for me
Unveil reality
With all the voice you have
That ancient tune you are
Help me find my way through grass
So volatile this melody you sing
To my old selves
That run round and round the room
To my now self
Just sing for me
Unveil reality
With all the voice you have
That ancient tune you are
Help me find my way through grass
So volatile this melody you sing
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5. |
I. Twigs
03:40
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For a long time
I've been just a twig in a wood pile
For a long time
But never thought I'd see it with my own eyes
Crashing Down
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6. |
II. New Nothing
03:46
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Until the sun returns to earth
Don't make a sound embrace rebirth
I've built my world on spite and guilt
Lived by the rules I lived by words
Nothing
No word means nothing
At least not in my head
Where all feel guideless
Until the strength I wish I had
Won't manifest throughout the care
That you deserve but never get
Under new light you'll see all I am
Nothing
No word means nothing
At least not in my head
Where all feel guideless
Until the sun returns to earth
Don't make a sound embrace rebirth
Under new light see all I am
All I am and all I have
Crashing down
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I find so odd this idea to live
With your hopes on hold
The same way you hold a breath
Untold are truths
That don't need to convince
Unloved are herds
When their spirit is free
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8. |
Stand by the Curb
03:18
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I met a man once in a log hut
With scars on both eyes and marks from bear claws
A tall lad in a quiet and wild life
Cut and shaped to match the dim of the pines
Like he's not afraid, no
All like he's not aware of
What's like to be in the middle of
A bullseye when everything's out of control
So I said:
-Sometimes I wish to live life
In complete denial about my age
How blind I've been to trust my head over my eyes-
He said:
-William that's too much to bear with
In just one life so why would care if
You won't understand why it doesn't go the way you want
Just let it all out, I know you're asking how
Well how would I know? Just follow the flow
And let it all out but don't ask me how
Stand by the curb, Just follow the flow
Enough with motives, enough
Oh knower of times when nowhere
Would mind like glorified
Locked up Diamonds and tokens
Let down the path, the calling
Each time you're left to wonder
"Would I be able to let it all out?"-
I said:
-Of course, but nothing can help me process
The way to react to the love to the losses
And stand so tall over my flaws in life
And I wonder what's left to hold on to
When nothing goes the way you want?
So how can I learn how to let it all out
If you won't show me how to follow the flow?
So how can I learn if I don't know how
To stand by the Curb and follow the flow?-
-Just let it all out, I know you're asking how
Well how would I know? Just follow the flow
And let it all out but don't ask me how
Stand by the curb and follow the flow-
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9. |
Were We There at All?
03:57
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All the time by design
You and I derail each other
To the point where all noise
Is turned down to its minimum state
And we're left with just memories
In our mind
While distance keeps settling
Between Us
And all the time apart
Remind of how we start
So tirelessly naive
So mindlessly asleep
Everytime by design
You and I, we're drawn apart
And all the time apart
Remind of how we start
So tirelessly naive
So mindlessly asleep
But was I there with you?
Was the outside in bloom?
Was it sunny or cold?
Were we there at all?
Were we there at all?
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How Great Were the Robins Italy
My name is William Lilla and I'm just an Italian guy with a microphone.
I release music every change of season.
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