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The Styx riverflow
04:54
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As my body is laid down
on the ferry to take me
down the Styx riverflow
I lie awake somehow
There's no sound
no bell roars from cathedrals
there's no one else around
except for you ashore
Did I do this to myself ?
Or was it more of a joint favour?
Our words somehow got lost
in the maze we called a home sweet home.
How come you close your eyes
as you take a step towards me?
Lean your hands on the side of the boat just to push me of save and sound from the shore, for sure...
I float peacefully
own this river wild.
Peacefully.
Water starts to fill the boat
as I stream down further.
You've put stones in my pockets
but forgot the coins on my eyes.
Somewhere in the distance
you fold your hands to the skies
you may pray for your Messiah
but this is not my time to die…
So I float peacefully
down this river wild peacefully,
because I know that I'll survive
as I float peacefully
you left no coins on my eyes
so I float peacefully
I just might break a smile
I just might break a smile
Sail me down...
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2. |
Suburbia
03:52
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In this house everything seems fine
they smile, the chant and they laugh.
Scene changes as the door is slammed,
they start to shake and they pray.
Heavy steps as the drapes are drawn
and the lights are dimmed down low.
In this house everything seems fine,
just as long as you stay outside.
Time dies in the afternoon,
it's suburbia life, but the coffee is toxic.
Cunning smiles and the lilly lies,
keeps the honey warm and the bees buzzing.
No one here ever says a thing…to breath
As he makes them undress themselves
he laughs, he laughs, he laughs.
They pray to God to be some place else,
but he must have made other plans.
God damn, these are your children,
don't you see them dying on your bed?
In this house everything so wrong,
as the drapes are drawn again...
Time dies in the afternoon,
it's suburbia life, but the coffee is toxic.
Cunning smiles and the lilly lies,
keeps the honey warm and the bees buzzing.
God damn Mr. Self Content,
you're such a funny man, but no one is laughing
and no one says a thing
...it's kind a sad don’t you think?
God bless suburbia
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3. |
Adorate
03:54
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Strap the seatbelt tight
Relax and contemplate
Follow the red lights home!
Alleviate anxiety please
the cloud capped skies' above
Follow the red lights home!
'Cause I'm falling through your hands
to far for you to reach me.
Like water I'm flowing
untill the ocean saves me.
Consume me love, I pray
to be inconspicious.
Follow the red lights home.
'Cause I'm falling through your hands
to far for you to reach me.
Like water I'm flowing
untill the ocean saves me.
I keep driving! I wipe the tears, this was not deliberate.
I keep striving! To reach the end, it’s inevitable.
I’m not alone, I’ve got me, myself, faith and a bunch of no ones.
I’m dirty as a little whore, so cut me down clean and watch me bleed before you.
The red lights keep on blinding, blinding my eyes…
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4. |
Requiem
04:23
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Is this what we call the end or a new dawning day?
I cut myself clean free of this life in one or another way.
If life is to love someone I choose to die alone.
I stay on top of the hills with a pocket of pills and the priest on the telephone...
Hail, hear as this requiem plays on.
Who ever really thought life it would swing this way?
We never danced along.
Hail, hear as this requiem plays on.
Who ever really thought life it would swing this way?
Why don't just speal right now or hold our peace forever...
Somewhat afraid to give and terrified to love.
Mending your broken heart, guess only God and me knows that I've tried.
I'm feeling so insecure, every time your're near me now.
I stay on top of the hills with a pocket of pills and the devil on the telephone...
Hail, hear as this requiem plays on.
Who ever really thought life it would swing this way?
We never danced along.
Hail, hear as this requiem plays on.
Who ever really thought life it would swing this way?
We've been running up the hillsides, just to find there's nothing there.
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Tristesse of Enola Aarhus, Denmark
Danish band Tristesse of Enola formed in 2011, released 2 Ep's in 2012 and their debut album in 2013. Heavy touring and
great reviews have followed.
In 2014 the band will hit the studio once again and have some new recorded material ready by the end of the year!
Stay curious and spread the word of Enola!
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