1. |
Loving Echoes
02:34
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Don't calm it down,
it's what you know,
it shakes you up.
Just hold and you'll find
the love you want
but you want it to be you.
You're shaken by the spiritual,
you're shaken by a ghost,
broken by its words.
You've got it all wrong,
she's not from this world,
her birthplace is her home.
You look for the day she returns,
holds you in her arms,
makes you feel adorned,
but oh no, no, no
you're a mess
look at yourself,
you're not yourself.
Don't hold her up,
it's what you know,
it shakes you down.
Just fight you'll find
the one you love,
and you'll love her just like you.
You'll be strengthen by the spiritual;
you'll strengthen by a ghost,
brought up by its words.
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2. |
Papa Squeeze
03:14
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This shade of blue
won't leave my head,
no, now that I'm awake.
It's presence: blinding,
intensely growing,
moving all in place.
"But hey
where's your frame of mind?"
She said to me her darling son,
"Gone,
blown to the atlantic,
where it no longer haunts my thoughts."
This shade of green
won't leave my head,
no, now that I'm asleep.
It's presence: comforts,
calmly, stable,
holding all in place.
"But how far can I take this?"
"You've got to hold your thoughts my son!"
"My realities misplace me."
"Just bite your tongue, you don't speak from the heart"
No moment builds a resume,
rather a reflection of the times,
and mirrors were all I saw growing up.
My eyes would stare at the hues,
the blues, the greens,
and everything in between.
Yet, it tremendously ages
this world that I come from.
Now it seems to be clear
that I may never be found.
The hues are all vacant
in the eyes of the common.
My pallet to vast,
misunderstood.
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3. |
. . . (Ellipses)
04:48
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oh, her thoughts cascade like a landslide, "I'm better off in God's hands. My kind's no good in this town..."
Umbrella'd from the sun, oh, rained in cold and whispering:
"How many days 'till dawn to warm and dry my misery?"
Leave your cage, don't you dare fall.
We'll be the weathered ones, gone..
You're so
irrational.
It's quite obscene
All I've seen..
there was a man and he fought for someone, some lost in their in their own little world.
You hold your hand out just before you're told that, you don't know..
For everything you are, so bright and bold and wonderful, I've never looked this far for a winter, wandering, beautiful.
Grip tight, don't you dare fall
Into a well below, alone..
Oh, let your hair down, sing and swear now for your love..
No need to stare down, steal and fare now for your love...
(She was alive, or so I elegize, at the very least biologically and with all common sense the world would not contest that her heart still beat, and her lungs still breathe. Yet with all of God's design, she did not feel alive, nor mesmerized by the idea of life.)
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4. |
sun foxes
03:42
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caught between your eyes,
I’ve fallen
everything’s not on underground
left unseen, these ties aren’t solid,
every word’s not lost on sound
hit me with a sigh
trapped beneath your every lie
but you wouldn't believe it if you tried
Lost at sea (fast asleep), like ghosts
we've wandered
Desperately in search of love.
Gone by moonlight
Left by sundown
Feeding on the remnants of your heart
Hit me with a sigh
Breathing in the night
trapped beneath your every lie
but you wouldn't believe it if you tried
scared but not alone
it cuts you deeper than you'd know
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5. |
Transition to Bollywood
00:51
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where's my lover, rapt in fervor? if only for the night?
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Turn your mind off,
find your peace,
and float downstream.
Break the trumpets,
offend the chords,
if that's the least you can do.
Here again
the world will cry:
"Your philosophies misplaced
your reality unsaved."
Battered, broken,
we'll reply:
"It's society that's wrong
built from the notes our fathers wrote with drunken thought"
Just open up your eyes,
you'll get a little bit closer
and a little bit further
than you'd like,
but we'll be here,
and you'll be still.
Just open up your eyes,
you'll get a little bit further
and a little bit closer
than you'd like,
but you'll be here,
and we'll finally be still.
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7. |
storm and stress
04:58
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here we are lying in wait
for love to come and change our fate.
torn apart by toll and time
and forced afar, we've worn like wine..
it wasn't your fault
I left you at your door.
you're not the type to leave me wanting more..
to haunt each other,
to love like we're at war,
we're not the type to leave here wanting more..
(Here we are)
in a silent house, asleep beneath our beds and with the breeze on our blistered necks too strong to beat and fight back.
we are lying in wait, for love to come and change our faith..
it wasn't your fault
I left you at your door
you're not the type to leave me wanting more
this was our chance
to live like never before
we're not the type to leave here wanting more
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FLTLNDS Chula Vista, California
FLTLNDS is a rock band comprised of Josh Mottale, Nahum Garcia, Giancarlo Cortes, and Joseph Victor Valdivia
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