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Like Burning Trees
03:34
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Like Burning Trees
November’s ending
In the first rainy days
We go searching for a name.
As I finally discover
The beauty of the moonlight
Like sparks we go swimming in the dark
Like burning trees
Hopefull,
Still we burn, Still we got a chance.
To make sense to the cold winter
That keeps messing
In our heads.
Stand in front of me
As I watch the autumn's fall
In your eyes I’ve seen all.
All of us must go
Take your time to fall
Like burning trees, like burning trees
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2. |
Those White Nights
04:21
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Those White Nights
Oh Hally lies naked on the floor
She’s wearing nothing but a frayed red straw hat.
And she slowly lights a cigarette
She’s whistling the song that I wrote for her.
And the city howls and her eyes are getting wet
I can almost hear her calling
Those white nights keep screaming in my chest
Those white nights keep me awake.
And in the outskirts of this lonely town
The circus just closed down the magic
All the clowns have been fired
They’re stand all staring.
In the rain of December
Their eyes are getting wet
I can almost hear them calling
Those white nights keep screaming in my chest
Those white nights keep me awake.
And sweet Rachel kisses your mind
Asking for her money
You spend the night loving her
Have you ever felt that lonely ?
And you say her goodbye, you’re eyes as well are getting wet
I think I heard you calling from the bridge where you’ll find some rest
Well all those white nights will finally
Free your head.
So Hally lies naked on the floor
She’s wearing nothing but a frayed red straw hat.
And she slowly lights a cigarette
She’s whistling the song that I wrote for her.
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3. |
Beira Minho
05:18
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Beira Minho
I’ll fall asleep in a little while
Just the time to record the quiet
The space between the kitchen
And your breath
I promise I’ll go to bed.
But then you wanna make me listen,
The soundtrack of your marriage,
Even there you choose the best
Funny how days are memorable,
Funny how quickly we can forget.
Where to find quiet?
Our friends calling friends in Paris
And the streets of my hometown,
When I’m drunk, when I don’t wanna go home
You kinda got used to it
And then wake up, and count the deaths on the radio
We kinda got used to it
I see our eyes lie down
Far from the blood as we watch the world going mad
And everybody prays, my dear,
Just in case
Maybe we’re all afraid, sitting in front of the screen
People on the screen
And I know you’re so scared
Each time I go back home.
I know you so scared
Each time I go back home
I know she said
Take me back to Beira Minho
I see our eyes lie down
Far from the blood as we watch the world going mad
And everybody prays, my dear,
Just in case
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Terry Blue Lausanne, Switzerland
Terry Blue are Leo Pusterla (voice, electric/acoustic guitar), Andrea Zinzi (electric guitar), Giuliano Ros (bass guitar), Matteo Mazza (drums).
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