1. |
White Rabbits
04:46
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Chasing after time
You're chasing after time now
Oh it moves so slow
Chasing after time
You're chasing after time now
Oh as you grow old
I don't know what's happening to you
Your uncommon talk and motions
As you chase that first butterfly
Were you born feet first with a healing mind
Will you heal your own mind
From the unknown
Saluting magpies and dreaming of teeth
Avoiding painted dangers
You are the reason that I don't believe
Clean birds by sevens
Unclean birds by twos
The dove is in the heavens
Is this the bird that you will choose
Chasing after time
You're chasing after time now
Oh it moves so slow
Chasing after time
You're chasing after time now
Oh as you grow old
Still I see you clutching red string
As you pass your child through the holey tree
Hoping for a cure
It lately seems so much
Your superstitions are growing
Beyond control
Saluting magpies and dreaming of teeth
Avoiding painted dangers
You are the reason that I don't believe
Clean birds by sevens
Unclean birds by twos
The dove is in the heavens
Is this the bird that you will choose
A new month starts
Welcomed by a fable
May white rabbits see you through
Saluting magpies and dreaming of teeth
Avoiding painted dangers
You are the reason that I don't believe
Clean birds by sevens
Unclean birds by twos
The dove is in the heavens
Is this the tale that you will use
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2. |
The Devil's Own
03:56
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It's the same old news they're fresh from out the gutter
They'd rub salt in your wounds anything to make you bitter
Once more I'm through with heavy eyes and flashing blue
Straight to the cell only to get out in the morning
Fresh to run and start this chapter again
A place called home will soon be burnt to the ground
They've got reasons to go they're the devil's own
They live like the cancer destroying your bones
Picking numbers to fight wasted guided by night
Demons be gone oh be gone now
Scrapping in turns and riling the onlookers
Gladly earning themselves another hit to the nose
Shameless bleeding yearning that familiar feeling
They've got reasons to go they're the devil's own
They live like the cancer destroying your bones
Picking numbers to fight wasted guided by night
They're calling they're calling we're going under
They've got reasons to go they're the devil's own
A nocturnal lifestyle will turn you to stone
Lost in vagueness by day with hopes of lasting for life
demons be gone
Boulders smash through the walls
A thunder first hand from thor
Uncovering my head from deep under the feathers
I stare through the glass as posessions are sold
We've worked for all of our lives
A flame to the cloth takes more than is owned
A change for the better as the heat gets hold
It's growing it's growing they've got what's been coming
They'd be better off inside
They've got reasons to go they're the devil's own
They live like the cancer destroying your bones
Picking numbers to fight wasted guided by night
They're calling they're calling we're going under
They've got reasons to go they're the devil's own
A nocturnal lifestyle will turn you to stone
Lost in vagueness by day with hopes of lasting for life
Demons be gone
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3. |
These Bones
02:57
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Waiting on your instructions
My mind is numb to everything
Staring at an empty cup
My heavy eyelids gaining weight
Bordering on madness
Spirits sinking all the time
My efforts here are wasted
Wish me luck over the line
I want to tear you down
I'd love to bring you right down
I want to show you that
There is life within these bones
Treated like a six month lamb
And spat out in the early dark
With blood that runs invisible
Whose feeble cry makes no impact
Drifting through existence
You'll only steal my time
There's little else you care about
Your life is in their hands
I want to tear you down
I'd love to bring you right down
I want to show you that
There is life within these bones
There's an hour to give
Before we have to go home now
I've seen it so clear
There's no way that we can get along
I played a bad hand
You were there to take the winnings
From out of nowhere
The truth is I don't know where you've been
There's an hour to give
Before we have to go home now
I've seen it so clear
There's no way that we can get along
I played a bad hand
You were there to take the winnings
From out of nowhere
The truth is I don't know where you've been
An hour to give
Before we have to go home now
I've seen it so clear
There's no way that we can get along
I played a bad hand
You were there to take the winnings
From out of nowhere
The truth is I don't know where you've been
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4. |
Jimmy Sour Highs
03:15
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Sunshine and my favourite song
Beers in the garden is where I'm coming from
Simple as it may seem
It's the little things that really help me be
Caught up in a free snowstorm twisted thoughts are gonna send you home
Driving down narrow roads led by signs you've evidently marred
It's over you fell when you told her
What does ten years mean to you
And so the walls have eyes accompanied with a nasty bite
Shacked up in a homemade cell
Waiting for someone to treat me well
Take me off to the sea
A life by the tide is where my thoughts run free
Caught up in a free snowstorm twisted thoughts are gonna send you home
Driving down narrow roads led by signs you've evidentally marred
It's over you fell when you told her
What does ten years mean to you
And so the walls have eyes accompanied with a nasty bite
Jimmy sort your sour highs
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5. |
Ghosts
04:27
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Before the engines up and droan
Cutting through the leaves
Natures tranquil music plays
Free from impurities
We suffer do you suffer more
No laws to abide by
No work tax or war
Cold murder destruction and pain
In every species it's a day to day scene
Who gave man the right to claim land
To replace plants with concrete
And kill all that stands
Left homeless human or animal
You'll be forgotten
The wind it blows like ice you know
(The cold wind blows and ghosts now roam)
You're a prisoner on this land
Through the trees and fenced off acres
(This fenced off land, these broken bones)
You do stand alone
We suffer do you suffer more
No laws to abide by
No work tax or war
Cold murder destruction and pain
In every species it's a day to day scene
Who gave man the right to claim land
To replace plants with concrete
And kill all that stands
Left homeless human or animal
You'll be forgotten
We suffer do you suffer more
No laws to abide by
No work tax or war
Cold murder destruction and pain
In every species it's a day to day scene
Who gave man the right to claim land
To replace plants with concrete
And kill all that stands
Left homeless human or animal
We'll be forgotten
We suffer do you suffer more
The next generations will pay for these wars
Cold murder corruption and pain
Hatred and hunger are all day to day scenes
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6. |
Pelargonium
01:57
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7. |
One More Time
03:39
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Garsa Manchester, UK
Martin Garside is a musician who performs under the pseudonym Garsa, an indie pop / electronica solo artist from the outskirts of Manchester. Primarily a bassist, Martin has played in bands since the early noughties and decided to try his hand at a solo project in late 2019. He is very much a DIY artist. Working from his spare room, he writes, records and produces all his own music. ... more
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