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Impossible sounds
04:43
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50 chances
06:24
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Air glow
03:57
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Boulder Creek
03:40
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Purple heart
05:22
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Intro
02:18
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Death & taxes
05:00
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Prelude
04:24
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Chaos theory
04:09
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Wednesday afternoon
04:07
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Lonely ballerina
05:26
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Estero Americano
04:19
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Harmonic dreams
05:00
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Mokturoknin
02:35
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Cloudless skies
Restless nights
Endless rushing of the mind
Scanning the horizon
I miss the rain
When it poured down strong
Roaming free
Rolling tanks
It's all downhill
It can never stop
It can never stop
O bujão não pode parar (the propane tank cannot stop)
Mokturoknin venha até mim (Mokturoknin come to me)
Mokturoknin venha até mim (Mokturoknin come to me)
Cloudless skies
Restless nights
Endless rushing of the mind
Scanning the horizon
I miss the rain
When it poured down strong
Roaming free
Rolling tanks
It's all downhill
It can never stop
It can never stop
O bujão não pode parar (the propane tank cannot stop)
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Dowd crowd
01:41
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Billy, you're a nice guy
You're the best guy!
Except for Jimmy
Who's a nice guy, yeah!
He's the best guy!
Except for Kimmy
She's a nice gal
Oh, she's the best gal!
Because the Dowds
Are quite a bunch
Of crazy good people!
Billy, you're a nice guy
Yo, you're the best guy!
Except for Jimmy
Who's a nice guy
Yeah, he's the best guy!
Except for Kimmy
She's a nice gal
Oh, she's the best gal!
Because the Dowd crowd
They're a bunch of lunatics
Of crazy good people!
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The days grow long, the shadows, tall
Another day since my fall
I’ve paid my price — haven’t we all?
Scratched tallies on the prison wall
A day goes by, and another one
Time stands still when you’re alone
I’ve played the game, but all I’ve won
Are scratched tallies on the prison stone
Listen to my voice
It cuts through the rain
Even though it’s dark
The sun will rise again
There’s nothing new, there’s only more
Never the answer I’m looking for
It’s all the same, just like before
Scratched tallies on the prison floor
Should I stop or should I begin?
Death stands still with a familiar grin
I fight a battle I can never win
Scratched tallies on my naked skin
Listen to your breath
It cuts through the night
And the sky is darkest
Before it’s bright
The days grow long, the shadows tall
Another day since my fall
I’ve paid my price — haven’t we all?
Scratched tallies on the prison wall
Scratched tallies on the prison wall
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Tied Beatrices
03:24
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Who ever thought they were funny?
Who ever thought they were cute?
Clown paint covers the pain
There's pointed hooves inside those shoes
They keep their faces hidden
Tied to traces
Who are they, really?
The smell reeks of sinister power
A painted grimace
A mocking menace
Looking into shadows
Grease paint, Gestapo
Who knows where they come from?
Who knows where they go?
When you see that tiny car coming
It's cruising so slow
I hide in the corner
Pulling back
I hope they'll go by
Without an attack
But they can smell your fear
When they get near
They can smell your fear
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The Fishermen & the Priestess Bodega Bay, California
The Fishermen & the Priestess is the solo project of Beto Dealmeida, a musician interested in nature, vintage sounds and electronics.
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Their first album, pure and perfect.
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