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Bottled

In Flames

Soundtrack to Your Escape

2004

filled with nothing
Fell awkward in a place with many
Leave this space to me

I channel the pain through this
The paper, the pen, your eyes
To stare

My Old Home

K'NAAN

The Dusty Foot Philosopher

2006

and hand me down poetry
It's brick white-washed walls widowed by first paint
The tin roof top humming songs of promise while time is
Locked into demonic

the heroes don't shine 
And villains do time
I'm talking this modern life
Where we sip bottled wine
Twist one up and get high
Could tell I'm lit by my eyes

leaving trails
As I cruise down memory lane dodging a DUI
I wouldn't be surprised
If I got pulled over by one of my deeper tales
Well look at that, sirens

went through
Thought I was adventurous
But ended up just being foolish now I see
Seeing nightmares flash before your face
You gave in got manipulated by

And the rats that attack
Are wide awake and alive
With chattering teeth like sharpened knives
And they gnaw on your furniture
And leave an awful stench
And you

with fuzz only when
Nomads alighted to eat and rest

We shared our daily duties
We both had parts to fit
I'd tell the tales and sing the psalms
Prayed

your foes by your side"
She told me fairy tales about those succubi
And now I dance with the devil and the devil still smiles
Because she's dancing for

I’d given up hope that my eyes could be opened now
My first and only wish you see, I’m drawn in by your gravity
A happiness here together with you

Can

the shots
I'm like the Durell
Order stitches for these snitches
Dead men tell no tales
Diggin' ditches for these niggas
Toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave

these niggas
Toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in the street, nigga
Road kill
HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, "So trill"?
Nigga, this is New York,

the third round
Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
Diggin' ditches for these niggas, toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in

And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well've been closed
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by

like these 
By light of the moon
Our tales will be told
In eyes of the future 
We will never grow old

We've seen our fair share
Of the Tyburn Tree swing

Wait, let me make sure that my pen right
It's blood shot eyes I'm the one with all the insight
And I ain't just get hype, homie, I been nice
Well

The smiler watches certainly
The hero of the hourglass dream
The smiler cries, you leave
The hero of the hourglass dream
A poisonous tale of a dream unknown

Eye on beyond
I can see the light
Past all the chains I got and tales of sacrifice
Trapped by 59
All the walls caved that summer night
The stars

carry a pistol and a blade so I always got options
I know you think that you a killer but you soft just like cotton
I leave you dead in the woods fucking

leave them kids alone!

Welcome to hicksville! For some it's heaven for some it's hell
Cause here in Hicksville! There's traumatisin' tales to tell

Morning Glory

Tim Buckley

Peel Sessions

1991

I lit my purest candle close to my
Window, hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond who passed it by,
And I waited in my fleeting house

Lips so sweet
Feel her near
Her stirring touch
The velvet voice
Stroking your ear
So sweet promises
And fairy-tales

You're playing hard with fire

turn around

Says she'll never be alone
All seven sisters give her light
But the last leaves have blown
And the bay is cold at night
Pages of tales in

I lit my purest candle close to my
Window, hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond that passed it by
And I waited in my lonely house

Before he

Tomorrowland

Savage Circus

Dreamland Manor

Grey is the sky and cold is the wind 
Shadows dancing inside of my room 
Make them go away 
Leave me alone 

Endless days and lonely nights 
In