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Better off Before
05:05
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Something’s calling me I’m baffled by this thing (that’s) slowly sinking me to the bottom of the sea/see what I believe it just might – it just might be the something that’s calling me I got this feeling!
Look over your shoulder. Look around the bend. Look alive because this emptiness inside will never end. You gotta know that these things come crashing down. Upon your inquest, take a look at what
you’ve found;
It’s so much better now I’m in sight of inside - it’s so much better -
Open your eyes (and) look around inside. You could be anyone, and live a different life.
It’s opened up my mind. I hope it’s a good thing. Or was I better off before? Better off before.
One of these days, it’ll wanna run around. For a long time now I’ve been watching out, I’ve been watching how it’ll take control, control of a troubled mind with a mind of it’s own, minding it’s own – or maybe caught in a crowd.
It’s so much better now I’m in sight of inside - it’s so much better - Open your eyes (and) look around inside.
You could be anyone, and live a different life. It’s opened up my mind. I hope it’s a good thing. Or was I better off before?
Better off before.
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Nowhere I'd Rather Be
03:37
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I’ve been lost – I’ve been found; I find my feet again firmly on the ground. And now we’re all here – we’re all the same – a chance to start again. Finally I’ve found one big silver cloud.
It’s good to have you here at this moment in time – there’s nowhere, nowhere I’d rather be....
And so it is, and sadly so – (a) sophisticated life of ‘looking where you’re going’. And now let it go – we’re all the same – a chance to live again. Finally I’ve found: it all comes back around.
It’s good to have you here at this moment in time – there’s nowhere, nowhere I’d rather be....
I can breath again. I can feel again. I can breath again with this in my mind.
Remember this moment – bottle this moment. If I could bottle this moment.
Remember this moment – bottle this moment. If I could bottle this moment.
There’s nowhere, I’d rather be.
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He was a Fighter
04:27
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Time to tell you about the one where the underdog came through - he did all he could do.
The fog came crawling into the mourning, and I wonder what went through - I bet that in his head he knew.
He would never give up, until he reached the top.
Keep your head down - no thought of retreat. Block out every single sound and every thought of defeat.
But he would never give up, until he reached the top.
He was a fighter.
Another hailing storm of lead - an aerial armada overhead, like a swarm of bees stinging everything, oh sniffing, sniffing, sniffing out the dead.
But he would never give up, until he reached the top.
Outnumbered ten to one, he would fight them. His legend had begun;
He was a fighter. He was a fighter. He was fighting.
But he would never give up, until he reached the top.
Outnumbered ten to one, he would fight them. His legend had begun; He was a fighter. He was a fighter. fighting.
He would go down fighting – through sweat he’d show he’s mighty – to tell the tale ignites me;
He was a fighter, fighter, fighter...
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No Escape
05:42
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Another night, another flood, and the other side is greener! You wonder why, it always happens to you, and you believe it’s only you; the centre of the universe! But the stars align – it’s finally clearing.
Here comes something different - it’s a new phase for you, and it’s a fortunate thing. The sun is shining over you.
Another low point for you is the working day that never really ends. No wonder you’re impossible; you’re the victim of such injustice - and you, you’re the centre of the universe
It feels like, it’ll always be the same. But the stars align, it’s finally clearing. Your shadow’s chasing and there’s no escape. Your mind is racing away.
But the wrinkles on your face show all those years of smiling - clearly it hasn’t been that bad.
Another night with a busy mind – when everyone else is dreaming! With tired eyes, the ceiling greets you - Another sleepless night defeats you - You’re the centre of the universe!
And it feels like, it’ll always be the same. But the stars align, it’s finally clearing.
Your shadow’s chasing and there’s no escape. Your mind is racing away. But the wrinkles on your face show all those years of smiling - clearly it hasn’t been that bad.
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Ripples
05:36
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Innocent, unforeseen sincerity – (I) open up what I believe was meant to be (a) curious twisting of fate; the more I run away, the more it resonates;
Ripples form, and waves come crashing –
(there’s) always a consequence. It seemed so small but the waves came crashing.
Sleepless nights (are) almost a certainty. Seen and heard - believed but not lead to be. Dubious, I reason with rage - I know what I’ve done, I know what I’m meant to say.
Ripples form, and waves come crashing – (there’s) always a consequence. It seemed so small but the waves came crashing.
We’re all trying to survive. We all try not to collide; so think before you sink another soul.
We’ll fall when the writing’s on the wall.
Floating with the tide, there’s always a consequence. It’s bigger than you and I, - always a consequence.
We’re all trying to survive. We all try not to collide; so think before you sink another soul.
We’ll fall when the writing’s on the wall.
We’re all trying to survive. We all try not to collide; so think before you sink another soul.
We’ll fall to the writing on the wall.
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Cemetery
04:18
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I walk alone - it’s late - I’m heading home. No lonelier than I’ve ever known. I wonder will they close while I’m stuck inside - so I decompose into a masterpiece of mind.
Tripping over sunken graves - moss covered memories fade. I wonder when I’ll waste away. Inconsistent lines of stone, living clustered on their own.
I wonder if I’ll ever reach home.
Someone shake me - Try and wake me, and stop me falling, stop me falling.runs down my face as I realise my fate - the old man’s filled the wall.
And wrinkles over flow - Years above and down below. I wonder if I’m all alone. Someone shake me - Try and wake me, and stop me falling, stop me falling.
I’m stuck inside and only just alive. (I’m six feet from the underground)
It’s my place to hide – I’m only just alive. (I’m six feet from the underground)
Only just alive. (I’m six feet from the underground) And I’m still stuck inside, only just alive.
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Through the Storm
03:56
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Driving so slow, the lights throw fire at the night. Arrive with a glow, the fog shows nothing else but white. (And) no surprise, we make it through.
Running late again - deny all submissions to justify. The winding never ends; the road has me totally hypnotised. (And) no surprise, we make it through.
No surprise, we make it through the storm. There’s always better days to come. We’ll make it through the storm, and find some place better: better than drowning.
Drowning........
I think we’ll make it through. I think we’ll make it through. This too will pass us by – I think we’ll make it through.
No surprise, we make it, I think we’ll make it through. I think we’ll make it through.
No surprise, we'll make it, through the storm. There’s always better days to come. We’ll make it through the storm, and find some place better: better....
When it rains, when it rains - it’s pouring down. And it rains and it rains – I’m drowning.
I’m amazed that we’re back here again. I never doubted for a moment that we’d make it through.
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Followers
04:03
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I’ve been tip-toeing lately around the room in thought, wondering when will I wake from the sway of the minds that decide what is trendy.
The masses follow free to decide but it’s easier in-line with what consensus seems to find - and you follow.... And you follow.
You don’t have to always change your mind – don’t follow me, follow me, follow me
Be the one to swim against the tide – don’t follow me, follow me, follow me. Stand up now – you decide.
So I lie awake and maybe wake a lie. Like another you traced from the tastes of the times that decide what is trendy – your friends will follow free to decide but it’s easier in-line with what consensus seems to find.
So serene – or so you seem – your self esteem must be delicately hanging by a thread.
You’re selfishly sinking me. It seems to me that you’re delicately hanging by a thread.
You don’t have to always change your mind – don’t follow me, follow me, follow me.
Be the one to swim against the tide – don’t follow me, follow me, follow me. Stand up now – you decide.
You don’t have to always change your mind – don’t follow me, follow me, follow me.
Be the one to swim against the tide – don’t follow me, follow me, follow me.
You don’t have to always change your mind – don’t follow me, follow me, follow me.
Be the one to swim against the tide – don’t follow me, follow me, follow me.
Stand up now............... You decide!
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Pacific
02:21
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10. |
The Chase
03:29
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He walks into a crowded room; pushes through and sees her in denial. Green eyes behind glasses- she looks at him and she makes a smile.
He finds the courage to fight his fears. He won’t be leaving this one up to fate.
Oh he will come, yeah he will come, oh he will come, chasing after you. Chasing after you.
Later on, it’s a different view - this one says that she likes his style. Blue eyes, curly lashes - he looks at her and she fakes a smile.
He finds the courage to fight his fears. He won’t be leaving this one up to fate.
Oh he will come, yeah he will come, oh he will come, chasing after you. Chasing after you.
(She's running)
She’s running!? She’s running!?
He finds the courage to fight his fears. He won’t be leaving this one up to fate.
Oh he will come, yeah he will come, yeah he will come, chasing after you, chasing after you.
Tell me the secret to what’s on your mind.
These games you’ve been playing are wasting all my time. It’s all too familiar - it’s so sad but true that I know the ending yet I’ll still come chasing after you. Chasing after you.....
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11. |
Inhaling Butterflies
02:50
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Waiting – the calm before the storm, inhaling all those butterflies, draining your reservoir of doubt.
Time to let this hollow hollow hedonism out.
So you step into the light to find me waiting for you, inhaling butterflies.
Lights down – a stroll into the dark. Flash flash – you better improvise.
Standing, staring - welcome to the fold. Senses overflow - with rhythm in control.
So you step into the light to find me waiting for you, inhaling butterflies.
Turn your back on the other side. A crooked conscience in another mind. Seemed like a good idea at the time. It’s another negotiation.
So you step into the light to find me waiting for you.
I can see it in your eyes – it’s blinding – and I’m waiting for you, inhaling butterflies.
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12. |
Ting Tong
03:53
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Slowly rising to your feet, you realise you’re incomplete; empty inside - open up - open your eyes.
Surprise yourself - nothing to hide.
Are you going? Are you going crazy? Are you going Ting Tong!?
Lonely, losing everything. They seem shy and cowardly. Stand off, stand by – mask on, live a lie.
It’s time to break the chains for a change and let go. Are you going?
Are you going crazy? Are you going Ting Tong!?
Are you going crazy? Are you going Ting Tong!?
(ting): Nothing to it – (just) move to music.
(tong): Easy for some. I’m worried I’ll lose it. I really feel numb, I want to push through it.
(ting tong): I feel their eyes on my; why? – their burning eyes. I’m over my head this time – it’s disturbing!
He's gone ting tong - He's gone ting tong - He's gone ting tong.
Are you going crazy? Are you going Ting Tong!?
Are you going crazy? Are you going Ting Tong!?
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Melic London, UK
Melic are a four-piece band based in London. Their sound is derived from an eclectic blend of musicians - fusing a metal drummer, a funk-rock bassist, a classically trained pianist/saxophonist, and a singer/song-writer rock guitarist.
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