1. |
1992
03:58
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Spending days on my own
No one at home, except the voice in my head
Smoke filled air in my lungs
A spectrum of fun, secondhand cocktails of death
Spending days in the sun
No one at home, except my squarest of friends
Breathing in all the sun
The taste of the smell, i'm okay on my own
Please slow down, I'm still in '92
Where are you?
Where are you?
Still in 1992
Where are you?
Still in 1992
Where are you?
Still in 1992
Where are you?
Still in 1992
Where are you?
Still in 1992
Where are you?
Still in 1992
Where are you?
Still in 1992
Spending days on my own
No one at home, except the voice in my head
Smoke filled air in my lungs
A spectrum of fun, secondhand cocktails of death
Spending days in the sun
No one at home, except my squarest of friends
Breathing in all the sun
The taste of the smell, i'm okay on my own
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2. |
Twisted Frames
03:30
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We threw all of our things in that damned old car
As the wind passed straight through that crooked frame
From when you rolled it around, despite that 4 wheel drive
Coming closer to home, the further home got
A yellow dot in the corner of our eyes
And a used up Eagles tape
Masked the sound of our escape
By the twisted frame we knew ourselves
And the radio kept complimenting all our wants
Preaching all our dreams
Beating hearts could never come to know us
We’re never the same, never the same as we were
Beating hearts could never come to know us
You hear the banging of the left front wheel
Just edging closer to that final reel
Our little movie moment is craving payback
And calling us out
I said, just hear me out - let’s find another way
I bet this ride won’t last another day
Our little joyride is falling short of the life
That we want, that we need
Let’s go a second time
Beating hearts could never come to know us
We’re never the same, never the same as we were
Beating hearts could never come to know us
Beating hearts could never come to know us
We’re never the same, never the same as we were
Beating hearts could never come to know us
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3. |
Recreatured
04:05
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Am I supposed to know how it feels to be alive
It seems to be my flaw
Just how my brain conceives the world
You were never supposed to go
It seems to be my fault
Leaving me stranded
Leaving me stranded
Leaving me stranded
Leaving me stranded
Am I supposed to know how it feels to be alive
It seems to be my flaw
Just how my brain conceives the world
You were never supposed to go
It seems to be my fault
Relieved to be alone
With how my brain conceives the world
Am I supposed to know how it feels to be alive
It seems to be my flaw
Just how my brain conceives the world
You were never supposed to go
It seems to be my fault
Relieved to be alone
With how my brain conceives the world
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4. |
Fade Away
04:20
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I feel fine
It came around the outside
I feel fine
Blindsided by my composure
I realize
My holy ghost has torn up the contract
I feel fine
It's nothing more than losing composure
Left to be someone else
It's a calling to writhe in
I realize there's nothing more in between
Stir the pot and fade away
Stir the pot and fade away
Fade away
I feel fine
It came around the outside
I feel fine
Blindsided by my composure
I realise
My holy ghost has torn up the contract
I feel fine
It's nothing more than losing composure
I feel fine
It came around the outside
I feel fine
Blindsided by my composure
I realise
My holy ghost has torn up the contract
I feel fine
It's nothing more than losing composure
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5. |
Respite
06:28
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Close your eyes
And focus within
Keep it all at a distance
One breath at a time
Deep breath
Carry on
Deep breath
Keeps it at bay
For a while
Feel the pulse
As you focus within
Keep it all at a distance
One breath at a time
Harbour the apathy
Give in to respite
Take a break
And focus on the calmness
Of your breath
On the rhythm
Deep breath
Carry on
Deep breath
Keeps it at bay
Deep breath
Carry on
Deep breath
Keeps it at bay
For a while
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On the Edge of Leaving Drammen, Norway
After years of sitting on half-finished songs, Ruben Jonas Sandstrand brought along Hakon Roholt and they started the duo On
the Edge of Leaving.
Together they finished the songs and recorded them. The result is the EP "Bits & Pieces".
Their path onward is not obvious, they keep an open mind and let the music show their way.
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