Sunny Days (feat. Jon Vela)

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The Ministry of Truth, the Ministry of Peace, the Ministry of Love, and the Ministry of Plenty are the four ministries of the government of Oceania in the 1949 dystopian novel Nineteen Eighty-Four, by George Orwell. The Ministry of Peace concerns itself with war, the Ministry of Truth with lies, the Ministry of Love with torture and the Ministry of Plenty with starvation. These contradictions are not accidental, nor do they result from ordinary hypocrisy: they are deliberate exercises in doublethink. The use of contradictory names in this manner may have been inspired by the British and American governments; during the Second World War, the British Ministry of Food oversaw rationing (the name "Ministry of Food Control" was used in World War I) and the Ministr… more »

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I'm looking for a little bit of yellow
In a rust-colored dawn
And though the night is gone
I'm still here
And I'm still shaking
Maybe I'm hiding from the light
Maybe I like it better
Maybe I'm just trying to find
That poetry in everything
That taught me what the dawn was
And what it could be
A light by which to see
But every day I continue to find that I'm
Looking for a little bit of yellow
In a rust-colored dawn
And though the night is gone
I'm still here
And I'm still shaking
They say
"Just put it down on paper
It doesn't matter how it goes"
I'd rather keep it in my mind
Until the dawn comes
I've grown so used to writing in the dimming rays
In the places where the Sun can't kiss
So when it rears its burning head
Can I still hold on?
Can I still hold on to this?
I'm so afraid to tell another story and break
Whatever holds my skull together
Everything I haven't had the guts to say
Is spilling out
It's spilling out
Red sun, burn hope
White light, close throat
Red sun, burn hope
White light, close throat
I fear I've lost my depth
It might be easier
But I'd rather dig a hole than tend a grave.
I fear I've lost my depth
(I'm gonna get low again)
It might be easier
(I find that somewhat warming)
But I'd rather dig a hole than tend a grave
(Though I hate it just the same)
I'm hiding from the morning
(It's gonna get cold again)
On the other side
(So I'll seek a safer place)
Waiting for dawn to break
(Between the joy and the pain)
I fear I've lost it all
(I'm gonna get low again)
Cause I learned when I was young
(I find that somewhat warming)
That sunny days don't make for good songs
(Though I hate it just the same)
I've lost it all
I've lost it all
Red sun, burn hope
White light, close throat

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