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Have you ever had that feeling
Like you were drowning
Or suffocating on
Your very own birthday cake
If you think that you’re in love
Or that you’ve lost control
Then take one good look at me
Before you go
Cause she is death on wheels
She is death on wheels
And I’m a deer
Caught in the headlights
She was coming down the highway
I was hiding in the hills
Behind her there was nothing
In front of her emptiness
I was taken by her beauty
The way she laughed at my jokes
As the autumn turned to winter
Her eyes began to glow
I am waiting for that moment
when I am out of the cold
It’s just the mind of Copenhagen
That is reaching my soul
Cause she is death on wheels
She is death on wheels
I’m paralyzed
By her smile
Cause she is death on wheels
She is death on wheels
And I’m a deer
Caught in the headlights
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In Front of Others
04:05
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I believe in the afterlife
I believe in a merciful god
but the truth I don’t care much about
It’s like bodies in the ground
I hold my fist up like a tower
Then I shake it at the sky
I put myself in front of others
And I don’t look after you
In the end
We all want some relieve
from the actions that
we seek forgiveness for
I don’t claim to be
The one to embrace your flaws like it was mine!
I’ve tried to feel powerless
I’ve tried to feel ashamed
I’ve seen it in their faces
It’s the expression of the lame
Estranged
even from your most confided
You find yourself
in love with your enemy,
and it’s breaking you
Like those plates from the table last night.
When the ambulance came around
I was already gone
But then I woke up at the hospital
White sheets around my eyes
To what extent have you given yourself my dear
Do you not know the consequences of
retrieving memories
like it’s something new
Don’t go there if it’s not what you’ve been asked.
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Lucy Gray
05:21
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A slumber did my spirit seal
I had no human fears
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years
No motion has she now no force
She neither hears nor sees
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course
With rocks and stones and trees
Lucy gave it all to me
She never cared for nothing more
And now I’m down on my knees
Wishing it was 1824
Often I had heard of Lucy Gray
And when I crossed the wild
I chanced to see the break of day
The solitary child
No mate, No comrad Lucy knew
She dwelt on a wide moor
The sweetest thing ever grew
Beside a human door
Lucy gave it all to me
She never cared for nothing more
And now I’m down on my knees
Wishing it was 1824
You yet may spy the fawn at play
The hare upon the Green
But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
Will never more be seen
To-night will be a stormy night
You to town must go
And take the lantern child to light
Your mother through the snow!
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4. |
Take it Slow
04:42
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I Can't Promise
05:30
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Beverly Hills
05:11
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Privileged
03:12
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It’s all going to fucking hell.
It’s been six months and the only thing I feel is me telling myself I feel like shit.
This is a circular thought.
On one hand we have the argument that the worst you can do is to run from the feeling, instead of embracing it.
On the other hand it’s not helping beating your head with it.
Because maybe then you will be stuck.
I feel I’m doing the wrong thing even though I know I’m doing the right.
I don’t think I can realize what has happened.
I’m actually able to think that she’d hung herself without it hurting too much.
I’ve been in this process with the psychiatrist, on how to work with these elements that seem disturbing to me. I think it was good, compared to the other psychiatrists.
I seriously have the notion that you can’t allow yourself to have these problems when you’re this privileged. I mean it even seems embarrassing.
Why should some rich white male get a break only because some rich white female took her own life, I mean, can’t we just enjoy this liberty? Or maybe there is some strange connection.
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8. |
Take My Breath Away
04:18
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The Devil Inside Me
05:20
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Ways of Learning Nothing
03:34
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Dune Messiah Copenhagen, Denmark
Deviant pop artist from Copenhagen, Dune Messiah exhibits a world of deeply personal songwriting. On the new record “Privileged” latin beats are interwoven with spanish horns, and a haunting crooner Bowie-vocal finds itself in conversation with a 90’s Lynch saxophone performed by Joseph Shabason of the Canadian group Destroyer. ... more
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