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Speak To Me
04:24
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You speak to me in the rain
Of a peace that I may learn to know
Tell me of a time that's not my own
Should I falter, you'd remind me
To chase the setting sun
Be unafraid to give in to the run
Night comes, you surround me
With your answers through my dreams
Shine her light and the battle's yours to win
In your mirror clear and wise
I stop to stand and face my fight
In the quiet so many fear
Your whispers hold what I need to hear
And so I'm still listening to you
So speak to me in the rain
In a dream that I may dream tonight
Tomorrow is a new day, in new light
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Lighthouse in the Rain
03:05
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Look at you now, you’re standing so proud to be
You call for the heroes to come on in.
Come on closer, come on higher, come on in
They’re watching, just like you.
They’re just like you and watching, just like you.
Do you remember how it felt to fall?
How there was no hero to take you in?
Hold you closer, hold you higher, take you in
While everyone’s watching.
Their eyes on you.
Eyes on you, thinking:
Be that lighthouse in the rain
Be that lighthouse to take them in
Be that lghthouse in the rain
‘Cos they’re watching out for you
Yea they’re watching out for you
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Rhythms and Routines
02:39
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The drum is still a beating and it’s rattling on and on
We try so hard to beat it but it’s never really gone
We’re marching in our circles spinning right back around
Looking for the places we never found
We’re such creatures of rhythms and routines
I’d hate to break it to you but I see it in everything
Such creatures of rhythms and routines
You’d love to break it and I won’t stop you cos
I love a deamer
We’re such creatures of rhythms and routines
I’d hate to break it to you but I see it in everything
Such creatures of rhythms and routines
I’d love to see you break it cos
I love a dreamer
Who could save us from
The drum that’s still a beating, that is rattling on and on
We try so hard to beat it but it’s never really gone
We’re marching in our circles spinning right back around
Waiting for the dreamer to come around
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4. |
Fix It
03:27
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Amber
03:03
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Last I heard she’d been riding high
With clouds for wings
Last we spoke she said to
Keep on going ‘cos I’d very nearly made it to the line
So what happened to Amber?
Did the mean old machine do its thing to her?
Last week I looked toward her sky
After all this time
To see how she’s doing
Saw the trail she had left behind
Good as the first time
But it stops right where I turn my eyes
So what happened to Amber?
Did the mean old machine do its thing to her?
Did the mean old machine do its thing to her?
I’d like to think she’d packed up on Music Row
'Cos she’d made enough and it was time to go
Found her sanity right where she’d left it
I’d like to think that’s how her story went, in the end
I’d like to think... Yea I’d like to think that.
Still what happened to Amber?
Did the mean old machine do its thing to her?
Did the mean old machine do its thing to her?
Did the mean old machine do its thing to her?
Did the big mean old machine do its thing to her?
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6. |
Right There
02:10
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Right there, is love
Desperation of a grieving being giving into the light inside
You’re so quick to cast your weighted wasted words around
“There is no heart.” There is no heart.
Third from the left side.
Beautiless scratchings on paper I made her
Your painter’s ego says no.
No.
“There is no heart.”
There is no heart and thus no beauty
“There is no heart.”
There is no heart and thus unworthy
“There is no heart.”
There is no heart and thus unworthy of your eyes your time
But right there. Is love.
Right there, is love.
Right there.
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7. |
Out of Our Minds
03:19
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Roar of the roads, roar of the skies
Roar of the city streets, day and night
Do these miracles still count for anything
If they’re backfiring on us in a decade if we’re lucky maybe two
How long ‘til we make good?
Oh let the rain come to drown out the sound of our shouting egos
As we close our eyes to receive our souls again
To remember why from Eden we were told to go
Greed for possessions, speedy technology
Greed for destruction in the name of humanity
Do these miracles count for anything
If they’re backfiring on us in a day or if we’re lucky maybe two
How long ‘til we make good?
Oh let the rain come to make a blur of this view we so proudly behold
So we close our eyes to see our sould again
To remember why from Eden we were told to go
We were told to go
Out of sight, out of mind
We are out of our minds
Short-sighted and out of our minds
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8. |
Price
03:07
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Abraxus got you ‘round her finger playing her guessing game
This selection’s gotta be less than natural
Still you carry on believing, yea you carry on
Like Price has paid this selfish gene - you’ll never mean to do it
The price we pay in reverie will never really mean a thing
The all seeing philantropist and oh, his numeric scrawls
His delusion’s gotta be less than natural
Still you carry on believing, yea you carry on
Like Price has paid this selfish gene - you’ll never mean to do it
The price we pay in reverie will never really mean a thing
Two can play this game
You just don’t know when it starts
Think you’ve won but wait and see
You think you’ve won but wait and see
'Cos Abraxus got you ‘round her finger playing her guessing game
This selection’s gotta be less than natural
Still you carry on believing, yea you carry on
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9. |
Echoes
03:26
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There's not one way to be
It's just the way that we were brought up to believe
It's taken us so long to see
And our truth it keeps on waiting patiently
Echoes remind you
So you don't disappear
Ashes to the ground
We are all the same
Who's blame's to be found
Who's to say?
You're hanging on to what?
Recall how dear it used to be once
It's been a little long since then
And a truth it keeps on waiting on you
A truth it keeps on waiting on you
Ashes to the ground
We are all the same
Who's blame's to be found
Who's to say?
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10. |
Heart
01:33
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A heart so full it burst into cosmic radiance
My hands they caught the scattered light
With the stars I put them in a kaleidoscope
And saw your thoughts of our being here
Your soul, it’s real
And I climb out of the shadows for you.
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Lydia Ang Singapore
Singapore-based composer/songwriter who's trying her hardest to thrive in a crazy world like this.
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