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Thirteen Senses
Thirteen Senses


Информация
Откуда Penzance, Cornwall, England, United Kingdom
Жанры Dream Pop
Indie Rock
Alternative Rock
Piano Rock
Post-Britpop
Годы 2001—н.в.
Лейблы Mercury Records
B-Sirius
Сайт Website
Состав
Will South
Tom Welham
Adam Wilson
Brendon James



Альбом Thirteen Senses


The Invitation (27.09.2004)
27.09.2004
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Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Explain, explain
As I turn and meet the power
This time, this time
Turning white and senses dire
Pull up, pull up
From one extreme to another

From the summer to the spring
From the mountain to the air
From Samaritan to sin
And it's waiting on the end

Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Explain, explain
As I turn and meet the power
This time, this time
Turning white and sense dire
Pull up, pull up
From one extreme to another

From the summer to the spring
From the mountain to the air
From Samaritan to sin
And it's waiting on the end

And now I'm alone I'm looking out, I'm looking in
Way down, the lights are dimmer
Now I'm alone I'm looking out , I'm looking in
Way down, the lights are dimmer

Ooooh

Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire

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I wanna take a walk, rain cloud, coat on
And the wind is blowing from the south
I wanna climb a rock from bottom to top
And nothing's getting left behind

I wanna hear your voice call me, call out loud
When you talk to me I'll hear you out
I wanna space it out, too close, move on out
It's all around for you to see
Yeah, it's all I wanna see
But there's such a lot of baggage

You got us into this, so get us out of this
Get us out of this, get us out of
You got us into this, so get us out of this
Get us out of this, get us out

Oh, get us out of this
Oh, get us out of this
Oh, get us out of

I wanna lose control, look down, scream out loud
Let the others sort it out
I wanna be impressed with everyone, yeah

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Sometimes I rush to get right to the end
I know I'll get to this place when I feel the time is right
Sometimes I think that I know what I'm all about
But when I look inside I can see the truth come out

Sometimes I try to go on
I know it's wrong
Cos when I see your eyes
I can see the flame is gone, gone, gone

Sometimes I climb to the top to see what's above
But when I find it there, there's no time for happiness
Sometimes I count up to ten just to see when

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Satellites contain us
Traffic lights control us
Rockets shoot us up into the stars
Rockets shoot us up into the stars

Letters keep us posted
Numbers calculated
Nothing picks us up when we are down
Nothing picks us up when we are down

Complement the atmosphere
Fill the ground with all our tears
Dry them up to make it clear
We do no wrong
Complement the atmosphere
Fill the ground with all our tears
Dry them up to make it clear
We do no wrong

Strange surrounds each corner
Stains pollute the water
Something for us all to think about
Something for us all to think about

Summer sun protects us
Winter rains torment us
Now it seems to me we can't be free
Now it seems to me we can't be free

Close the door before it's late
We were born to love and hate
Turn it down for our own sake
We do no wrong
You fill your ears with every note
Direction seems the only hope
Its crowded, let's create now
We do no wrong

Common sense protects us
Everything affects us
To the outside light it's paradise

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Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a gift
They pursue us to the deep end and then depart
Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain
For only patterns on a snake's back give us genuine fear

And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
I get by all the time on a shelf above the door
And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
It's a delicate degree
It's a number I can see

Could prison cells be in my brain
For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face
And everybody finds a college graduate with joy
While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime

And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
I get by all the time on a shelf above the door
And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
It's a delicate degree
It's a number I can see

You sit at home up late at night
When it's beginning to arrive
And honestly
I don't see the need for any routines
I'm all out of sink, I cover my cuts
And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again

And all this ground beneath my feet
Has decided not to crumble into the sea
I walked in a house, it smelt of paint

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I see so little time
My eyes are crossed, my hands are tied
All I wanna do is that great thing
I never see a passer-by
My skin is cold, it's turned to ice
And everything I do, I want leaving me

And I guess it's a might
With a light that you fight
You turn a blind eye
To the world in the sky

I didn't know in your lies
Above your head you hold so high
All my energy is behind it
A dream for the passers-by
My eyes are wasted here tonight
I never tried to get across the feeling

And I guess it's a might
With a light that you fight
You turn a blind eye

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Once again stripping
Cause the heat walking on my feet
Makes me tired and my own cause is too great
When I steal it for myself

And that's what brings me nearer to the rest
At my best it's the most I can do
Shifting my dream for one chance to breathe
And the blue in my eyes fades out

Gold and silver and diamonds in your eyes
I can't see them if the long awaited stays
What a great game, I found it in my grave
I'm not supposed to die I'm not supposed to be here
I'm driven on by leaders, so lead us

And that's what brings me nearer to the rest
At my best it's the most I can do
Shifting my dream for one chance to breathe

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Sunrise is over
Your walking on by
And i'm nowhere
Two lives driven by quakes
Your walking a life
So i'm no-one

Angel see the signs
Don't worry leaving me behind

Animals they walk, out of their hiding place
Cause their no-one
Temper carries over
Your numbers have dropped
So your no-one

Angel see the signs
Don't worry leaving me behind
And our cruddy lives
Our best when shaped into a neck

And all we gotta know
We were the first that last forever

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Your shadow
I will show you something different
I will only stop you drifting so far

People, get down on your knees for the crowd

You're no one
I connect a little in disguise
I reflect a little in your eyes

You wake up
Set your distances miles apart
When you go I'll be there anyway
Your head up
Up above where you put your love out of reach

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A friend, the only friend who whispers in your ear
Just to say good luck and that is all you need to hear
I wrap up cold so when I march on my bare heels
Everything I lack in style's made up with how I feel

I need us undivided, I want this thing to stop
I've had the training to be overwhelmed but I'm not
Empty soul of hate but this isn't my war
Couldn't tell you how it started or where it is fought

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Here in a circle, more than awake
They watch from a distance, I try to escape
The sun comes up slowly, it brings up the day
So where's the confusion, that makes my soul out of place

I'm getting loaded with angels and spies
You try not to hear them, and try not to hide
You turn every shadow to a new paradise
And where's the confusion, that turns my soul into ice

Do you see angels and spies?
Can you see angels and spies?
Well I'm seeing angels and spies

. . .



Show me a house with a window
One with a garage and five bedrooms
Form me a line so I can judge you
Call me a name if you want to

Show me a way to the exit
Look at my hands, see them shaking
Tell me apart from my shadow
Find me a line for this shadow

You're so automatic
You're so automatic
Keep off the tracks, ahh-ah
Keep holding back

Space and time, frozen

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