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Dreams for two
02:35
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Let’s pretend we’re OK
Love can last another day
Even if the sorrows and all the pain
And the troubles are here again
Come the morning, darling, we will be fine
I know we will
I tried to be there for you
Dreaming alone dreams for two
Even if I know it was all in vain
I guess I’d probably do it all again
I know one day, darling, we’ll be fine
I think we will
Hold me now
Take me somewhere else
I don’t want it to be over yet
Let me go
Cause our time has passed
We can’t be together
I used to think you were the one
But our love was undone
Even if there’s no one to blame
And things will never be the same
I still think they will be fine
I know they will
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3. |
How does it feel?
01:53
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How does it feel?
To be on the other side?
Is it all real?
Take me for a ride
Motherfucker set me free!
How does it feel?
Sacrificing your first born?
You're living the dream
In a world that's torn
Motherfucker crush my soul!
You think this world was meant for you
You're far from the truth!
You're far from the truth!
Your time will soon arrive
Guillotine!
How does it feel?
To be on the other side?
Is it all real?
Take me for a ride
Motherfucker crush my soul!
You think this world was meant for you
You're far from the truth!
You're far from the truth!
Your time will soon arrive
Guillotine!
You think this world was meant for you
You're far from the truth!
You're far from the truth!
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4. |
The ghost in the machine
05:29
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Ohhhhhmmmm
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5. |
Tio
04:18
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Waah wah wah wah wah
Waah wah wah
Waaaah wah wah
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Hey, sister
02:38
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Hey, sister
It’s been a while we talked
I hope you are OK
It’s such a lovely day
I wonder how you are
It’s hard to live so far
Your boys, they grow so fast,
They’re turning into better versions of ourselves
It’s been 10 years since our father passed
I’m sure he would be so proud of them
And in these times I remember him
And see that life is precious as it is
Hey, sister
How’s the new job?
I heard you like it more
It opened many doors
I wanna fly to see you
Mom and everyone too
Just waiting for the world
To calm down a little bit more
It’s hard to believe that it’s been so long
Since we last saw each other
And life’s not easy but I can’t complain
I still think that we're the lucky ones
Hey, sister
Now I have to go
It’s been a busy weekend
These chores they never end
I have to finish dinner
We’re having beans again
I’d love to cook for you
One of these days when you’re around
I hope this letter will find you well
And say the things that I could never tell
Say hello to our mom for me
Soon we’ll be together, you will see
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8. |
Six winds
04:35
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In the forest, where the river’s small,
A lonely tribe, brave and proud,
Celebrates their newest member
Brought into the world naked and loud.
Mom asks the leader, old and wise,
The secrets for a life fulfilled,
So the baby can grow happy
Honest, loved, healthy, and strong willed.
"Pray to the winds", is the answer,
"For the six carry a blessing,
A lesson brought in each of them
A gift, a token, a message."
"For the north wind brings the harsh war
Keeping our people fierce and strong.
And the south wind carries winter
The cold that makes our lives so long."
"From the east blows the ocean wind
Keeping us quick, fleet, and nimble
The western wind opens the sky
Enriching our minds with symbols."
"The storm wind blows from everywhere
Unpredictable, erratic
Teaching us to accept our fate
Wise, calm, and also pragmatic."
"And the most important of all:
The wind that blows inside the soul
As for where it blows, right or wrong,
Holds secret to a life made whole."
"Pray to the winds", is the answer,
"For the six carry a blessing,
A lesson brought in each of them
A gift, a token, a message."
"The most important of them all:
The wind that blows inside the soul
As for where it blows, right or wrong,
Holds secret to a life made whole."
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9. |
Elephant cemetery
02:48
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11. |
Things Start to Melt
02:42
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Deep in the wilderness
a winter forest scene
snow in the underbrush
snow in the evergreens
things have been frozen since
the last of the birds flew away
a land of frozen white
that is until today
Chorus 1
a comet comes back from the asteroid belt
you wait long enough, things start to melt
you might feel just the way that you felt
but sooner or late things begin to melt
starts microscopically
happens bit by bit
stand under ancient trees
slowly the water drips
where once the sun was cold
sunlight now falls like yellow gold
from a crucible of the old
Chorus 2
the only thing we have to fear is fear itself
so said Franklin Delano Roosevelt
you wait long enough, that fear will melt
sooner or later, things begin to melt
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The fortuneteller
03:28
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One day a woman
Dressed in gold
Laid my fortune bare to me
She said:
Here’s your past
Here’s your present
And here’s your future
Do you want to know
The things you’re
Not supposed to know?
She said:
Some things are better left undone
Some stones are better left unturned
Some rivers should not be crossed
But some bridges should be burned
Don’t look away from the sun
Don’t run away from what hurts you
Hear the wind when it calls your name
It brings you home
And she told me more:
Where you’re going
No one has gone
You’re going on your own
Trace a path from here to there
It will take you anywhere
But you’re going alone
Do you want to know
The things that will
Set you free?
Some things are better left undone
Some stones are better left unturned
Some rivers should not be crossed
But some bridges should be burned
Don’t look away from the sun
Don’t run away from what hurts you
Hear the wind when it calls your name
It brings you home
It brings you home
Do you want to know
The things that you’re
Not supposed to know?
Do you want to know
The things that you’re
Not supposed to know?
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14. |
Rolling clouds
03:30
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One day the smoke detector beeped.
<BEEP>
It kept beeping.
<BEEP>
That day the smoke detector started beeping.
<BEEP>
And it didn’t stop.
<BEEP>
<BEEP>
<BEEP>
<BEEP>
It beeped high up in the wall.
15 feet up, where the sides of the ceiling converged.
Like an unsatisfied god at the top of an altar.
<BEEP>
I couldn’t reach it with a ladder.
It was far too high.
But it kept beeping.
<BEEP>
My dog would bark at every beep.
“Feed the god”, I imagined her saying,
“For it is hungry!”
<BEEP>
I found an old stick.
I climbed on a chair.
I was able to placate the god
By pressing its button.
<SILENCE>
8 hours passed.
<BEEP>
The god had woken up.
Ever vigilant of my living room.
Watching everything from above.
It asked for another offering.
<BEEP>
I climbed on a chair.
I grabbed the old stick.
And made my offering
By pressing its button.
<SILENCE>
8 more hours passed.
<BEEP>
Weeks went by like this.
It became our daily ritual.
Tending to the old god of smoke detection.
Every 8 hours.
<BEEP>
“Make an offering before bed
To guarantee 8 hours of sleep.”
<BEEP>
“Make an offering in the morning,
And one in the afternoon
(Hopefully not in the middle of a meeting).”
<BEEP>
<BEEP>
Weeks went by like this.
And every Tuesday
A truck would park 50’ away
From the old god.
<BEEP>
On its trunk, a ladder.
A perfect ladder.
Not too big, like the ladder in the barn.
But the perfect size to reach the gods.
<BEEP>
Weeks went by.
Daily rituals of
1. Climb the chair <BEEP>
2. Grab the stick <BEEP>
3. Press the button
Every Tuesday, the ladder would arrive.
I would watch it.
And it would leave.
<BEEP>
Was this a Stanford experiment?
“For how long will this couple press a button
Before socializing again after 2 years of sheltering?
Will they just incorporate the daily routine of
Pressing an inaccessible button 3x a day?
Accept it as normal and carry on with their lives?”
<BEEP>
That’s what we did.
For weeks.
The ladder would come and go.
<BEEP>
And I would please the god.
Eventually.
Yes, eventually.
The ladder came on a Tuesday.
Yesterday.
<BEEP>
It was time to kill the gods.
No more offerings.
No more daily sacrifices.
No more chair, no more stick.
<BEEP>
“Can I borrow your ladder?
I have two, one too small, one too big.”
<BEEP>
“Of course!”
I climbed Mount Olympus
And confronted the god face to face
(Not really, I still had to stretch my arm to reach it.)
<BEEP>
I opened its mouth.
Removed the dead battery
And placed a new one.
One final offering (final?)
And the god was placated.
And slept.
(Well, it was still detecting smoke. I hope.)
No more offerings.
No more daily sacrifices.
No more chair, no more stick.
[In Stanford
A scientist in a white lab coat
Scribbles their notebook:
“Couple #27. 5 weeks and 3 days”]
<BEEP>
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16. |
So Many Times
03:53
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I know the way
I know we could not stay
Just don't know where to begin
Left it hanging in the wind
So many times
I was torn down
Down to the ground
After all this time
I'm nowhere bound
So many times
We say our lines
The jokes, the lies, the secrets
Maybe it's time
We draw the line
Confess our weakness
Time and again they told me so
The and again I could not say no
Don't know where to begin
Always take it on the chin
So many times
We say our lines
The jokes, the lies, the secrets
Maybe it's time
We draw the line
Confess our secrets
The trouble is how long it takes
Give it up
For goodness sakes
Cuz that is not my goal
That's not what's in my soul
So many times...
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17. |
Unsettled Scores
05:11
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18. |
Craig made me do it
03:20
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19. |
Fireflies
03:43
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Sometimes it’s late at night
I’m lost in all my thoughts
I take a look outside
And see a million stars
I feel alive
And then I cross my window
Straight into the night
Stepping carefully
On a street that has no name
I feel alive
And I’m surrounded by the fireflies
Dancing stars down from the sky
They light my way as I cross the night
I’m not alone
I feel the cobblestones
Cold against my feet
And take a walk
While the world is still asleep
I feel the love
I make my way
To the street where you live
You’re in your dreams
On a land of peace
I feel the love
And then I think of all the things that I
I want to tell you but I’m too scared
And if I only had the courage
I would say to you:
Hear the song
The universe is playing just for us tonight
Dance with me
Darling, our love can set us free
Hold me through the night
We’re not alone
Can you feel the love?
It’s right here with us
And as the morning sun
Starts to show its light
I head back home
And I leave you in your dreams
I feel the light
And I’m surrounded by the fireflies
Dancing stars down from the sky
They light my way as I cross the night
I’m not alone
I hear the song
The universe is playing just for us tonight
Dance with me
Darling, our love will set us free
Hold me through the night
We’re not alone
Can you feel the love?
It’s right here with us
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Here is Spring:
The ocean becomes rain
Falling when we are distant
Always.
Are we but friends?
Friends, but we are always distant.
Are we?
When falling rain becomes ocean
The Spring is here
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21. |
Beto
03:15
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[Portuguese]
Meu nome é Beto
Filho de Nereida e Roberto
Neto de Vivaldina, Aristides, Adélia e Sebastião
Bisneto de Altina, Nilo, Belarmina, Manoel, Ermenegilda e Antonio
[French]
Ceci est moi
[Spanish]
Mucho gusto, ¿qué tal? Me llamo Beto. ¿Y vos?
[English]
I was born in 1978, March 9th in the state of Sao Paulo, Brazil.
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Here is Spring:
The ocean becomes rain
Falling when we are distant
Always.
Are we but friends?
You can forgive — can I?
Where are we now
If not together?
There is something:
Know I love you.
For hope brings rain brings hope
For you, love.
I know something is there.
Together — not if —
Now we are where I can forgive.
Can you?
Friends, but we are always distant.
Are we?
When falling rain becomes ocean
The Spring is here
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23. |
As big as the ocean
03:50
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Is there a word in your language for that feeling
That has me so happy but reeling
When my heart leaps past the ceiling
What is it you call it
Is there a phrase that conveys the emotion
When my feelings are as big as the ocean
And no movement is a wasted motion
What is it that you call it
If something happens but there’s no name to label
Can we feel it as much as we are able
If something happens but there’s no name to label
Can we feel it as much as we are able
Is there a word when there’s a smile and also a tear
Does that word exist in this hemisphere
If I use another language am I making it clear
What is it that we call it
If something happens but there’s no name to label
Can we feel it as much as we are able
If something happens but there’s no name to label
Can we feel it as much as we are able
Is there a word when there’s a smile and also a tear
Does that word exist in this hemisphere
If I use another language am I making it clear
What is it that we call it
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24. |
Slave to the Machine
03:24
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Slave to the Machine
Picking our bones clean
We barely survive
The one percent thrive
Slave to the Machine
Picking our bones clean
We barely survive
The one percent thrive
What happens when we stop?
What happens when we stop?
What happens when we stop?
When we just have had enough
What happens when we stop?
Slave to the Machine
Picking our bones clean
The Killswitch is dead
Keep working they said
Slave to the Machine
Picking our bones clean
The Killswitch is dead
Keep working they said
What happens when we stop?
What happens when we stop?
What happens when we stop?
What happens when we stop?
When we just have had enough
What happens when we stop?
Slave to the Machine
Picking our bones clean
What’s in it for us
Only their lip service
Slave to the Machine
Picking our bones clean
Tell me what’s in it for us
Only their lip service
What happens when we stop?
What happens when we stop?
When we just have had enough
What happens when we stop?
Slave to the Machine
Picking our bones clean
Yet we all comply
Afraid not to satisfy
What happens when we stop?
Let’s stop
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(from the official lowhum lyric sheet)
verses:
I'm a bookworm
dusty and old
A Catnip
Twenty centuries cold
A cyclop
neverending eye
Kama sutra
For the everyday guy
A rebel
Without cause or effect
Champagne glass
With a southern french dialect
A rollercoaster
In a RHCP song
A hallelujah
All night long
Locomotion
Radioactive at will
Turkish bath
Covered in daffodils
Bystander
In a yellow coat
A woolly bully
On the road
a piper
without dawn
a bible
in a language unknown
a mojo
on the rise
a disaster in disguise
chorus:
belly dancing in the sun
hippy prancers on the run
silly glances one-on-one
take together
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26. |
I'm not a good person
04:01
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Oh these days
I’ve been trying all my best
Catching up with the skeletons
Putting old ghosts down to rest
They said I’ve killed so many loves
Some with a kiss, but most with no word
Just the old fears catching up
Oooh forgive me, Lord
I’m not a good person
I hurt those I love
It’s not that I’m bad
I’m just broken inside
What can I say after all is done?
Should I even try?
Every mistake that’s in my book
Makes me wonder why
I’m not a bad person
I still love even though I’m hurt
It’s not that I’m not good
I’m just broken inside
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Feature request
02:51
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This is the list of the things that I want from the FAWM website. It's just a list of suggestions. Doesn't mean you need to do it.
When I publish a song, I wanted to have kind of a button that I can say, hey this, this needs lyrics and maybe this needs music and I say that I'm really open to a collab.
So other people can just go and search and then find the songs that they want to collab with. So if I want to add lyrics to a song, I can just search for that and I know that the people that wrote those songs, they already want me to collab, so I can just grab it and, like, do something and maybe they have to approve because, before I publish, that would be cool, too.
Another thing that I want from the FAWM website is many to many relationships, between users and songs. I really want to make a 4-song collab and I want to tag all the collabs and then — all the collaborators — and then just have the comments go to just one central place.
So I don't have to follow the link and go to the collab. That was posted actually by the other two people. And then look at the comments there.
Those are the things I want from the FAWM website.
And like, an API would be really cool. So, like, maybe if I could analyze it later, I would love to present this for my team.
I work on a data visualization company, and I'd love to build a dashboard and show, how many songs are made? How many have lyrics, where are they from in the world? By the way, the geolocation API we had in the beginning was really cool. We should have a map.
This is the list of the things that I want from the FAWM website but they're just suggestions. Don't be angry at me because I'm asking for too much. I'm really happy for what you do for us already and it's still the best experience in my life. It's my favorite month of the year, and I think that's kind of all I want to do.
Is there anything else? Hmmm, let me think.
Yeah, if you could have a calendar like an ical that, I can import into my calendar and then it has all the skirmishes, the weekly prompts, that will be cool to. And then maybe a place that we can see challenges that have a time component. Nah, that doesn't make sense, scratch that, scrap that, how do I say that?
These are the things that I want from the FAWM website.
These are the things that I want from the FAWM website.
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The Fishermen & the Priestess is the solo project of Beto Dealmeida, a musician interested in nature, vintage sounds and electronics.
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