1. |
Bring Out Your Book
03:14
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To the bar at midnight,
Susan’s my right hand.
I’m all the water in Mexico,
And she is the sand.
And I didn’t mean to hurt you,
But I gotta be what I am,
The truth is there’s just not enough time,
In the history of man.
So bring out your priest,
Bring out your book,
Put me down on my knees.
Take me down to the river,
And dunk me in the water
If you think it might help me please.
But there’s no way that God can save me now,
There’s nothing that God will do.
There’s no way that God will save me now,
There’s nothing that God will do for me now.
The first one comes out hungry,
The second one meets the day,
The third one feels that nobody loves him,
And the fourth one finds a way.
And to my sons I’m sorry,
Come see me when you’re grown.
Pull on my beard, and punch me in the belly,
And tell me how much you own.
And bring out your priest,
Bring out your book,
Put me down on my knees.
Take me down to the river
And drown me in the water
If you think you might find some peace.
But there’s no way that God will save you now,
There’s nothing that God will do.
There’s no way that God will save you now,
There’s nothing that God will do for you now.
I was once 9 years old,
I was once 13.
I was once 21,
And once I had a dream.
All the people that I know,
Look like animals to me.
Some are sheep, and some are wolves,
And some are hardly free.
So bring out your priest,
Bring out your book,
Put me up on your knee.
Down to the river,
Float me in the water,
If you think it might help me see.
But there’s no way that God will save us now,
There’s nothing that God will do.
There’s no way that God will save us now,
There’s nothing that God will do for us now.
Written by: Kristoffer Benton Skovmand, Aaron Flanders, Miguel Pereira de Sá Pessoa
Adraela Music, BMI
© ℗ 2023 Adraela Records
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2. |
Don't Look Down
02:46
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Annanaia I hate you,
And how you dance with the living.
It’s a murder-mystery to me,
That won’t stop giving.
Old bones and symbols thrown,
In a language I’ve been missing.
I just get too excited,
I’ve forgotten the game.
Guess I was invited to play.
Unfold on a comic hero
Chasing her to dinner.
All black holes and eyes unknown,
And the darkness is the winner.
I was up on a mountain,
And she was down in the streets,
Drinking wine and counting her dreams.
There must be some way out of here, uh huh.
Map for the blind.
Sounds simple, it’s sorcery, uh huh,
Whatever you do,
Don’t look down.
Annanaia I love how you,
Dance with the dead.
My soul’s a-waving flags with
Hearts painted red.
I keep trying to fight it,
But it’s bigger than me.
One man trying to drink the sea.
Written by: Aaron Flanders, Kristoffer Benton Skovmand, Miguel Pereira de Sá Pessoa
Adraela Music, BMI
© ℗ 2023 Adraela Records
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3. |
Pushing On
03:02
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Everybody has some times when the world stops giving.
And sometimes your dreams might not come true, for a while.
But don’t stop now
Even though I know it hurts
Please forge ahead
Your whole life’s in front of you.
Take a look at where you’ve already traveled.
And please don’t forget you’ve come so far.
Hold onto your dreams, cause you never know.
They just might still come true, if you believe.
But don’t stop now
Even though I know it hurts.
Just forge ahead
Your whole life’s in front of you.
Just pick up the pieces
And keep moving ahead.
Don’t ever stop believing
And just try to keep
Pushing on, on, on
Pushing on, on, on
Pushing on, on, on
Pushing on, on, on
Now everybody has some pain that just never gets better.
And everybody carries that pain around, in their heart, for a while.
So don’t stop now
Even though I know it hurts.
Just forge ahead
Your whole life’s in front of you.
Just pick up the pieces
And keep moving ahead.
Don’t ever stop believing
And just try to keep
Pushing on, on, on . . .
Written by Aaron Flanders - Adraela Music, BMI
© ℗ 2023 Adraela Records
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Garden witch,
My color for you is blue.
I’ll give anything for the muse.
It’s a shady quality
That keeps me hungry for
Everything that I could lose.
Your apple’s on the table
Can you tell me what’s in store?
Draw a card, read my palm, spin the bottle put lightning in a jar
What did you come back for?
You know
There’s fate in innocence.
I trust nobody but my nose,
To tell me what I’m not supposed to.
I don’t even go out no more.
Every time I do it’s just a storm.
How come every part of me is still unwritten and torn?
And tell me now what did you come back for?
They all have purple hearts,
And dry white hands.
I forget the feeling of fire in the sand.
Do not call because I won’t pick up the phone.
I’m in a conversation on my own.
You know I’ve been through decadence.
I trust nobody but my song,
To tell me what is right or wrong.
Written by: Kristoffer Benton Skovmand, Aaron Flanders, Miguel Pereira de Sá Pessoa
Adraela Music, BMI
© ℗ 2023 Adraela Records
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5. |
Angels and Violence
03:02
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I know
It’s bold
Sex and lies make it snow
a burning house behind us.
I pray too slow
Where did all the old gods go?
Heartbreaking angels and violence.
And I finally know,
I can’t forget about you
without losing my mind.
I couldn’t make a stand
I couldn’t walk away
I couldn’t fight the beast
I could never, I could never stay
couldn’t kill or die
I couldn’t if I wanted to.
Too much
isn’t it?
Too much trouble in it
Too much trouble to dance with you.
We’re so unknown
Crying out in the fall of Rome.
You take my heart with you.
And I finally know,
I can’t dream about you
without losing my mind.
Don’t feel bad when the well runs dry.
Don’t feel sad because you tried.
I can tell that we will find,
another golden heart.
Written by: Aaron Flanders, Kristoffer Benton Skovmand, Miguel Pereira de Sá Pessoa
Adraela Music, BMI
© ℗ 2023 Adraela Records
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6. |
In From the Outside
03:33
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I guess the time has come
Looking in
In from the outside.
You can say what you want,
Time will tell
If you are right.
I won’t settle for you
I won’t bend
And I won’t break.
Just because I’m wrong
Doesn’t mean
That you are right.
We won’t mourn
And we won’t beg
Hold to our truths
And fight instead
Hold on
Hold on to your core
To the ones you love
Then love some more.
Fight on
Fight for what you know
Fight for the children
Don’t let that go.
Don’t stop
Let them hear you
Sing your voice so loud and true.
You say you don’t mean it all
But you say
That you can live with it
What does that say to me?
That you don’t
Don’t see the crazy in it?
Yet you still know it’s true
You can’t pretend
That you don’t see the hate.
I don’t care what you say
I only
Care what you do.
We won’t mourn
And we won’t beg
Hold to our truths
And fight instead.
Hold on
Hold on to our core
To the ones we love
Then love some more
Fight on
Fight for what we know
Fight for the children
Don’t let that go.
Don’t stop
Let them hear us
Sing our voice
So loud and true.
But it’s a scary new world
And a lonely new night.
And I can barely breathe
So bewildered by you.
Tell me what you see.
Tell me what you feel.
I still don’t understand
Oh It just doesn’t seem real.
Don’t stop
Let them hear you
Sing your voice
So loud and true.
Written by: Aaron Flanders
Adraela Music, BMI
© ℗ 2023 Adraela Records
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7. |
Your Magic Is to Blame
03:37
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I'm tired of gold dust,
I'm looking for something more.
A meaning in the eye or a certain sign,
held up in the palm of a little rhyme.
I might feel worthless days but days like feelings come and go
all I know
is that I'm tired of gold dust.
All the famous words
and bright bold lines
held up like temples.
You held my mind, let go,
and try to find an answer to what nobody knows.
You got me high and strange
and your magic is to blame.
I'm feeling like an old man
though I can leap on to any of your ideas.
I'm singing the back up chorus,
It's like I haven't felt this way for years.
I want to make my heart like it was
open to fear and open to love.
Living in gold dust,
living in lights,
everyone knows that the tragedy lies in between.
You got me high and strange,
and your magic is to blame.
My body is broken my heart is all in
giving up easy is just like a win,
if winning means,
let go of your consciousness
let go of what really is us.
I am tired of gold dust
tired of gold dust.
You're sitting like an angel
twisted beautiful and strange,
but I can't live like this anymore,
and your magic is to blame.
Written by: Aaron Flanders, Kristoffer Benton Skovmand, Miguel Pereira de Sá Pessoa
Adraela Music, BMI
© ℗ 2023 Adraela Records
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The city is so solemn after midnight.
On a day so lost in autumn it's unknown.
A silhouette is dancing in the streetlight.
The city's soul has flown out with the storm.
And you may ask me with a sympathetic voice,
How is it I came to here?
I'd tell you but I cannot hear you from the noise,
of the ghost living in my beer.
I had too many choices that I never chose.
I wanted only freedom, only truth.
I found myself so free,
but truth is full of complications.
So I left it lying back there in my youth.
And you may tell me like a vision from the past,
That the world is bright and clear.
And I should answer but I only hear the laugh,
of the ghost living in my beer.
And you can tell me you are right and I am wrong,
but I have nothing left to fear.
‘cause I am happy with myself and with my song,
and the ghost living my beer.
There's a ghost living in my beer.
Written by: Aaron Flanders, Kristoffer Benton Skovmand, Miguel Pereira de Sá Pessoa
Adraela Music, BMI
© ℗ 2023 Adraela Records
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9. |
Welcome Home!
03:16
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I’ve got tea for two
In my UFO
And I come in peace
Please take me to your leader.
I am not a fool
But I feel so new
Discovering you
Discovering you.
I tried apple pie
For the very first time
And I kissed a girl
A love so out of this world.
I am not a fool
But I feel so new
Discovering you
Discovering you.
You’re the only one on planet earth (6X)
Big and blue.
I am not a fool
But I feel so new
Discovering you
Discovering you.
I am petrified
I must stay by your side
My lungs can’t breathe the air
My heart doesn’t care.
I am not a fool
But I feel so new
Discovering you
Discovering you.
Written by: Aaron Flanders, Kristoffer Benton Skovmand, Miguel Pereira de Sá Pessoa
Adraela Music, BMI
© ℗ 2023 Adraela Records
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10. |
Daytime TV
03:08
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Getting lost in daytime TV
Songs from the second floor
Whispering through the screen.
The gameshow host is selling me a dream
I hear the wild youth
Dancing in the streets.
I stood there as a clown
On the day my business burned down
Tell me now love, who’s praying for me?
We’re at war with the next apartment block
Now that the editors
Have failed to reach their flock.
A flag is raised like a vicious howling tooth
We’re writing poetry
Up there on the roof.
I stood as a used-up slave
On the day she went away
Tell me now love, who’s praying for us?
I fought for the empire’s ways
Now I'm old and tired and I've got no one to pick me up
Wherever you are I hope that you’ve stopped
Watching daytime TV.
Written by: Aaron Flanders, Kristoffer Benton Skovmand, Miguel Pereira de Sá Pessoa
Adraela Music, BMI
© ℗ 2023 Adraela Records
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11. |
Bad Love
03:17
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We are young with impossible dreams,
we're married to midnight.
We sail our souls through a drunken stream,
get buried in bright lights.
I want a reaction from you.
You think I'm ugly,
I think you're plain,
we push and shove.
Just two lost souls
with boiled up brains,
in the age of bad love.
Talk to me
even if I don't know
what to say,
even if I don't know what I'm doing.
Open up those pearly gates
let the light shine in.
You tear my heart out,
save the day,
and we'll just be friends.
We got too much world
and nothing to say,
we are vicious passion.
We tell each other it's okay
‘cause bad love's in fashion.
Written by: Aaron Flanders, Kristoffer Benton Skovmand, Miguel Pereira de Sá Pessoa
Adraela Music, BMI
© ℗ 2023 Adraela Records
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Meanwhile back in the year one
When you belonged to no one
You didn't stand a chance, son
If your pants were undone.
'Cause you were bred, for humanity
And sold to society
One day you'll wake up, in the present day
A million generations removed from expectations
Of being who you really want to be.
Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the new day.
So as you push off from the shore
Won't you turn your head once more
And make your peace with everyone
For those who choose to stay
Will live just one more day
To do the things they should've done.
And as you cross the wilderness
Spinning in your emptiness
If you have to, pray.
Looking for a sign, that the universal mind
Has written you into the passion play.
Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the new day.
And as you cross the circle line
Well, the ice wall creaks behind
You're a rabbit on the run
And the silver splinters fly
In the corner of your eye
Shining in the setting sun.
Well, do you ever get the feeling
That the story's too damn real
And in the present tense?
Or that everybody's on the stage
And it seems like you're the only
Person sitting in the audience?
Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the new day
Skating away, skating away, skating away.
Written by Ian Scott Anderson (Copyright BMG Monarch)
© ℗ 2023 Adraela Records
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