1. |
I Leave It Up to You
04:13
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I plant my seeds in a line.
And maybe one day you'll find that
it's best to follow me.
Can I please get a ride?
Right over there, on the other side,
to the trees dressed in white
floating in the air?
I leave this trail for you.
I leave this trail for you.
I leave this trail for you…
Well based on the current situation:
I feel most definitely ready to make
my own decisions, and face what
is headed my way.
And based on the current calculations,
Most would say I'm on the "right track".
But I don't know about that...
Not gonna waste away.
I know why I came here,
and I know why I stayed.
Oh save me, save me, what will you do?
Make me wait? (I leave it up to you)
Wait…
I plant my seeds in a line,
and spread breadcrumbs on the ground.
In hopes that you'll follow me.
Not gonna waste away.
I leave this trail for you,
but really it's up to you.
Whatever you wanna do…
And that's all.
I don't know what's right.
I'm making my mind up.
Making my mind up.
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2. |
OhNoSoloStar
05:22
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And I like the way you tend to move.
Twist your body.
Instant groove.
And I'm feeling focused
like you wouldn't dare.
And what's my purpose
way up here?
And I like the way you talk to me.
You make me feel constantly erotic.
You cling to me like static in my hair.
Like a train coming, I can feel the air
twist and shape itself into a love affair.
And I don't know what's right,
I'm making my mind up.
Making my mind up.
I won't hurt you.
You set me right/wrong.
You're semi right/wrong.
You're semi cold. You're semi hot.
You're semi day. You're semi night.
I set you wrong. I set you right.
Sometimes I'm wrong.
Sometimes you're right.
Teach me ways that I must follow:
I know I'm nothing like your mother…
"do well and not harm to others", I say.
That's just my way...
Teach me ways that I must follow:
I know not but to love you like my other.
Wake up! Stop blinding one another.
Share ideas, grow your meals, and move forward!
What are you tryin' to say?
Just tell me now.
I like the way you move,
and flip it around.
I will be your heart,
if you be my rhyme.
Just try not to get caught up
in this backwards flow of time…
(Teach me ways that I must follow,
I know you're nothing like my mother.
So what? It's good for how long until it bothers?)
And what's my purpose way up here?
I like the way you talk to me.
You make me feel constantly erratic.
You cling to me like static in my hair.
Like a train coming,
I can feel the air
twist and shape itself
into a love affair.
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3. |
Five
02:35
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I don’t want anything to do with it.
I don’t want to have anything to do with it.
What you hearing?
What you seeing?
What you feeling?
What you reading oh so slowly?
I don’t want to know.
I don’t want to know.
What you hearing?
What you seeing?
What you feeling?
What you reading oh so slowly?
I don’t want to know.
I don’t want to know.
I don’t want anything to do with it.
I don’t want to have anything to do with it.
You lost the bet.
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4. |
Runaway Cowboy
04:12
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Why is this place packed with raccoons?
And how many leaves fall in August?
Spider webs are stuck to your lashes
like legs crawling down your face.
Your features are from a drawing
that should have been forgotten.
It’s too late. You’re too perfect.
You came here, so tell me what you need?
I won’t put you down intentionally.
I might feel your cuts.
I might refuse.
It should heal in an hour or two.
You came here, so tell me what you got?
And tell me what’s that skunky smell?
Fresh cut grown herb.
Dank as fuck, high superb.
Sticky, sticky, crystal.
Exhale, inhale, breathe out.
So tell me.
Why me?
Why you?
Why here?
Why now?
Why is this place packed with raccoons?
And how many leaves fall in August?
Spider webs are stuck to your lashes
like legs crawling down your face.
Your features are from a drawing
that should have been forgotten.
It’s too late. You’re too perfect.
Fresh cut grown herb.
Dank as fuck, high superb.
Sticky, sticky, crystal.
Exhale, inhale, breathe out.
Fresh cut grown herb, dank as fuck.
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5. |
Open Your Eyes
04:12
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And I'll admit: I think it's sick
to think of you as something new.
As something special, a muse.
A poster child for the hippie tools.
And I'll admit: It's nostalgic.
And people love that shit.
They'd eat it with a spoon
if it meant they'd get to taste you.
And I'll admit: I fell for it, too hard, pretty hard.
You've got the power and the soul
to make a different type of Rock N Roll.
So let's take a walk to the park.
Summer days, this is great.
I'm with the one I love…
If I knew then what I know now,
things would be much different around here.
I'm taking responsibility for my…
I refuse.
I refuse to hate my body,
I refuse to hate my Soul.
I refuse to let go.
I refuse to think that
I have lost my self-control.
And at the rate I'm going,
I might as well be blowing lines
of my own internal hell.
Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.
And at the rate I'm going,
I might as well be blowing lines
of my own internal hell
that I created myself.
Open up your eyes,
and see me for what I am.
I ain't wearing no disguise.
A face full of lies.
Open your eyes.
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6. |
You'll Find A Way
01:59
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And you’ll find a way: Just keep waiting.
I messed up and forgot something to say.
And you’ll find Time: Your life’s not ending.
But mine might if we keep messing around.
(Yeah)
Wipe your eyes.
Bide your time.
Very soon you will be mine.
It’s so damn hot out even the bees are dead.
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7. |
Nosmo King
03:33
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They love me. They want me.
I’m all theirs.
I want them. They’re all mine.
You always knew what was best.
And you’ve always done what was right.
Ignite.
Everything happens for a reason;
a reason not always part of the goal.
You’re just wasting your time if you
think you can catch our souls.
Stop trying to control.
Stop trying to control the situation.
Stop trying.
You’re just wasting your time if you
think you can catch our souls.
“I think I know what’s best for us.”
(I know what’s best for us)
Think again.
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8. |
Sun and Moon
05:37
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The moon was so big: Orange, red, and yellow.
He reached his frozen arm right on through my window.
He said you made a wish on him the same time as I.
And we had lived and loved each other in a past life.
He threw me on the beach right where you lay.
And covered in sand I rolled over and you said, "hey".
I feel you like the Moon feels the Sun.
I feel you.
The Sun and Moon: they work together to teach us
wrong from right. So don't deny a visit if the moon
comes to you at night.
He's here to remind you that
I think about you all the time.
But why'd you have to come home
with the whales and the waves?
I've been trying to avoid them all fucking day.
Let's freeze time and become Eskimos.
And I find: That the things worth the wait take time.
Time that I can't seem to find.
Can you help me through this,
do you mind?
I don't know why I allowed myself to compromise.
You thought that you could use me once,
but instead I let you do it twice…
Aren't you nice. Yeah, It's just great. (Oh!)
You were such a waste of a pretty face.
Yeah you were such a waste of a pretty face.
You were such a waste.
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9. |
Curious
04:20
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Curious. I get so curious.
To think a star as bright as our own
can be a million miles away…
And I wonder who was here first?
And what will come next?
And who will be here after me?
Snow melts into water, and dust falls from the sky.
You've got your hands covered over my eyes,
but I just want to be alive.
And I wonder who was here first?
And what will come next?
And who will be here after me?
Snow melts into water, and dust falls from the sky.
I'll meet you in between my vibrating hums,
while you enter me like a drum.
And I wonder who was here first?
And what will come next?
And who will be here after me?
And I wonder | Curious.
Who was here first | I get so curious.
And I wonder | To think a star.
Who was here first | As bright as our own.
And what will come next | Can be a million miles away…
Who will be here after me?
Who was here first?
And what will come next?
And who will be here after me?
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10. |
Two
04:17
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If you don’t come home tonight,
I promise to turn off the lights.
You wanted to control me.
We’re out again. We’re out again.
It’s not fair. Oh…
If you say, “I’m sorry,” long enough,
your tongue will get so tired and eventually fall off.
We’re out again. Out again.
So stop trying. Stop trying.
I’m not sorry.
We’re out again. We’re at it again.
It’s not fair. It’s not fair anymore.
If you don’t come home tonight,
I still will turn off the lights.
I’m not sorry.
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11. |
If I, May I
05:16
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Takes a long, long time
for us to get out of here.
Take me out of here.
I don’t know where to go.
I don’t know why I thought that
you should ever know.
Not something to be messed with.
Not something you can plan.
If I…may I…try to make you understand…
I’ll try to make you understand:
“If I…may I…Come out and play?
I don’t want to take up too much time.”
Get out of my mind.
Get out of my mind.
Please don’t let me go there.
“Get out of my mind. Get out of my mind.
Please, don’t let me go there.”
“If I…may I…Come out and play?
I don’t want to take up too much time…”
Takes a long, long time to get out of here…
“Take you on adventures never seen before.
Rediscover things you never took seriously.
Nothing to be scared of, nothing to believe.
I travel through Space and Time pretty frequently.”
Takes a long, long time to get out of here.
But I know you anyway, and you’d go out
of your way to make me dance.
As you walked away…
Take me out of here.
I don’t know where to go.
I don’t know why I thought that
you should ever know.
Not something to be messed with.
Not something you can plan.
If I…may I…try to make you understand?
But I know you anyway.
You’d go out of your way to make me dance.
I know you anyway.
You’d go out of your way to make me dance.
As you walked away…
If I…may I…
If I…may I…Come out and play?
I don’t want to take up too much time…
If I…(I try to make you understand) May I…
Come out and play…I…
Don’t wanna take.
Don’t wanna take.
Don’t want it.
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Eitch Berlin, Germany
Lyricist, Producer & Vocalist.
Based in Berlin, Germany.
#Altronipop
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