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Relieved
04:39
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I don’t know where to begin
I tangle with my own strings
There are stories to be lead
There are paths to be revealed
A distant past
I’ve been waiting for too long
Since my shades have disappeared
To the city
The fields are drown, the water towers are dead
I need to go back to where the answsers await
The road is distant, not sure I’ll go on my own
But I need to go back to where the silence prevails
The dead notes need to be found
Bring’em on where they belong
Memories are made of girth
Full of wind and wrought of dust
The fields are drown, the water towers are dead
I need to go back to where the answsers await
The road is distant, not sure I’ll go on my own
But I need to go back to where the silence prevails
And I need to run back to where the questions remain
And I will try to fight and push the city away
And I need to run back to where the questions remain
But I need to go back to where the silence prevails.
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Windwalkers
05:45
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What's the meaning of your name
Who never vanishes
Your shadow who last in memories
And who follows my trail
What's the purpose of this pain
That I let coming in
These lost friends quivering in my cells
Asking for salvation
What's the path I must follow
To get close to your heart
Is this song going to disappear
With your voice I can't hear
Am I still sailing, already molting
When the sea stops to blow
I'll never forget, where you put my steps
There's so much to relieve
When are we going to find the peace we all deserve
The dead notes are waiting for too long
And feeling so alone
What's the purpose of this fate, that I let coming in
Take my hand and keep me by your side
I don't want you to go.
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Šiwa
04:22
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Speechless
01:47
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I drive my car right down to Bohemia
I have no clue, I have no map, only a book
I cannot read a all, only a look
I'm sitting tired in this car, back to the gig
7am, I haven't sleep, my breath is gone
Down to the night, and to her lips
I saw a dog on the couch, begging for love
Her bloody eyes, her velvet skin,
She wanna dance, until we break on throught
The anatomy of sand
And the she's dancing
I'm listening to the voice, who's yelling inside.
She wanna ride, the southern wave
I drive her car right, back from Bohemia
I ain't afraid, I have no map
Only a scar, that I can't get rid off
And I like it
And I lick it.
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Vélès
05:28
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And then the devil came to me
He was so afraid, he could'nt speak
I gave him a room, he fell asleep
As soon as he's dreaming, I've started shaking
He had a notebook that I've been searching
A dozen map I could not read
A billions of queries I've been dreading
As soon as he awoke, I've started singing
I could'nt stand to turn into, this greedy man who sold his soul
I'll raise my fist upon your fate, become the man you can be proud of
And then the devil followed me
Across the valley, up to the hills
We walked for months and ran for weeks
And he was fading
We took the train to the final spot
Across the sea, we've never stopped
The light was bleeding out from the lid
Someone was waiting
The devil disappeared
I could'nt stand to turn into, this greedy man who sold his soul
I'll raise my fist upon your fate, become the man you can be proud of
Never try to stop me, I'm arising
Neve stop to love me, I'll give you back
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The Hills Mover Brussels, Belgium
Underneath the black hoodie of singer/songwriter The Hills Mover crouches Grégoire Fray, a French musician living in Brussels (also brain of post-rock/industrial gang THOT). Over the past years he has taken to the stage alone with his folk guitar. The road is where he feels at home, with his backpack and his guitar, ears wide open to peoples’ stories from which he draws his inspiration. ... more
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