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The Idiot
01:57
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When I acted proud but I needed you
You made a funny face and I turned red
Every morning you would call me from the living room
And I'd pretend to be awake in bed
And when I broke and nearly stopped eating food
You read up on how to help a friend
And when I saw what you had drawn in the kitchen dew
I wiped it away with the back of my hand
There was a house and a garden
Reunion on the porch
And somewhere in there
I thought I saw me, the happy one
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2. |
The Days Of Auber
04:26
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How long before I forget the days of Auber
And everything in between
Sometimes I swear you're the evil dead
Sometimes the big wheel's speeding for the valley
I was cupping for the last drops of blood
Running through the undergrowth
No, my heart is pure and my head set right
Away with you spirit, away
How long before I forget the days of Auber
Lost outside in the busy streets
She got thin and couldn't carry a child
I spent nights in the kitchen silent, crying my eyes out
Here it comes and goes around again
In every passing by I see life through my hands
But when the sunshine sets in my eyes
I'd see her pink roses by the seaside
And years keep on going, yeah years keep on going
I didn't come here to go alone
I brought the crowd to the party all on my own
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Elephant
05:11
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King of nettles and ticks
Blow the cosmic lung
What have you been hiding in culture and politics
That's untranslatable
While you were beating up the family dog
I was ringing the ships in
I got a fever that lasted my whole life
Until the very end
And I awoke under the cherry tree
Where they hanged the elephant
I saw the ghost of every audience
Where they hanged the elephant
The bona fide, the rain dance
The sun burned a hole in your plum
We buried your ambient heart
To breathe the cosmic lung
For every lighthouse there's a lonely tower
A dark road and sharpened cape
You're gonna carry your boulder the whole way
And sleep when you're done
They say I went mad in the groove
Just like Brigitte Bardot
But the age was golden and times were good
And we were defenseless
Every living soul drank the witch's brew
And got drunk and started to thrive
They went out of their way to kill the elephant
That started the fire
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Pink/Red
03:46
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From mouth to nose
This face is not your home
You still have the taste of yesterday's coffee
And your sunburnt eyes
Tired in idle of descending light
Searching forever, just trying to be alright
Just trying to be good
And you turn red
With your hair cut off
Displaced from all that you love
You wade in the water singing the grace
But all is forgiven
There's no life left in the fight
Your conscience is clear, and you're going to be alright
You're going to do good
And you turn red
Every time you go
I know you didn't find what your were looking for
I wish you the best on your journey
I don't fear the news
I've worn these clothes I know what to do
I'll sing you songs til the day I die
Trying to be alright
And I turned red
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5. |
Lonely Giant
03:28
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The lonely giant ate everything
The cigarettes and flowers from home
Everyone acted like they did not know
That the lonely giant was lonely
Oh, the beach is quiet this time of night
When the ocean has swallowed all your light
The lonely giant played guitar
Somewhere outside the walls of paradise
Now he's on his toes to peek inside
To see if someone ever heard his cries
Now the beach is lonely this time of night
When the ocean has swallowed all your light
From now to forever the ships come in
It's hard to admit that you see nothing
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6. |
Road Movie
03:22
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I was an animal in the valley of ancient computers
I was Patrick Wilson in bed with the fake police
I was alone in the oyster like King David in the desert palm
I was the life of the party, I'm in no need of a guide
All the while you were in my head
I was excited to see you, I could barely hold it in
I was the mind game of language and love and whatever madness follows
I was the stoned moon like Lindo, but then I let go, I was the world instead
I was never to recover, never to be seen again
All the while it was in my head
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Our Man Of The Sphere
06:02
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Out there in the groove
I was hurled in waters darker than night
Saved by my father's arm
My breath caught a song that haunts eternal
Oh, oh lord, come to me, speak to me
Oh, oh lord, come to me, see to me
No ghosts appear to those void of fear
It's in the eye you see body and form
Close to the edge of the fall
I believe I was kind, once and for all
I draw blood from the river to heal
And in the midnight's century hour
I had a fever dream
Now all that's left of me is desire
Boy pissed himself screaming
He sat by the altar so his friends couldn't see him
In the ropes, in search for an answer
He was held by his tail, forced to retire
All the way down there were colors unfolding
Rapid fire from all sides revolving
Close to the edge of the fall
I believed I was kind through it all
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8. |
The Real
04:37
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In a way I am still there
Where I bit the skin off your lips cause I loved you
And the walls were so thin, they could hear us
And I was embarrassed and I turned red
It is still in the waters, it's been hiding
Throwing up words
You can hear it when you're lonesome, when they've left you for dead
But I've seen the numbers, I don't fear them no more
And everything I've worked for is going to be a whole
There's something in the morning calling me...
You fell in the palm of a robin, singing you songs
Cause it loved you
In the hour you set for the road, set to disappear, set to be your own
And I was alone in our room, without anything to do
Without anything to work for
And I know you had to do what you needed to
I know you were scared, I was scared too
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Tom Vigebo Oslo, Norway
Tom Vigebo is a musician based in Oslo, Norway. He wrote and produced his first album "The Other August" which was released in January 2016.
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