1. |
Tone by Tone
03:03
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sweet tooth let’s make some money
hands in your pocket and you pull out the honey, honey
ol’ dream catcher, snappin’ up the picture
black and white stills, for your sister?
running off your last bag of kiss and mix,
you’re dragging your feet while she loves to takes the piss
fresh starts, new hearts, and naked parts
butterflies, lullabies, goodbye’s, etcetera
oh tone by tone
rebuild my home
oh tone by tone
fill the cracks where my voice broke
my little semitone
rebuild my home
I’ll see you soon I know
I’ll see you soon I know
eye spy, I’mma find me a perfume
slipstream down to you because I want to
i know what gives me my kicks
the arch on the plain that calls my name and spits
the safe enclosure round my guitar fingers
i guess that you could call them a singer
I’m a man in a dress and i never meant to show you
I never aimed to impress
but somehow I seem to have struck a note
and you played a minor chord that gave me hope
oh tone by tone
rebuild my home
oh tone by tone
fill the cracks where my voice broke
my little semitone
rebuild my home
I’ll see you soon I know
I’ll see you soon I know
I’ll see you soon I know x8
oh tone by tone
rebuild my home
oh tone by tone
fill the cracks where my voice broke
my little semitone
rebuild my home
I’ll see you soon I know
oh tone by tone
rebuild my home
oh tone by tone
fill the cracks where my voice broke
my little semitone
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2. |
Prophecy
04:07
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So you prophesised this did you?
I’ll be thinking of you, as I close the curtains on my play
So I read that script about you
I’ll be tripping over roots, as I find myself in these woods
Eyes rock in the glass
Blessed by the ice cold touch of lust
To fathom the size of us, in a sky of long dead stars
makes you feel lost
so you’ve caught my scent, have you?
Leading to a city, a capital of the old and new
I’ve made a final scene for you
Hubris in a sacrilegious, unforgiving siege of love
The walls are coming down and the heroine is dead
The hero has been slain and the empty streets run red
And the beggars rob the honest man whose hearts had been mislead
in the remnants of the palace where the masterminds had met
And the stoic finds a comfort in the elements that spread
The fire and the water engulfing all that stood
And as he stands beside the well he knows his time has come
He opens up his mouth and he begins to sing a song
Eyes rock in the glass
Blessed by the ice cold touch of lust
To fathom the size of us, in this city we had built
Eye’s rock in my glass
Blessed by your touch
To fathom the lives of us,
When it’s you, through all, this hell who lost her touch
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3. |
The Grand Speech
05:49
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And the middle man has woken
and he’s risen from his chair
And he’s carrying a photo
in his wallet with despair
And he calmly asks for silence
addressing himself to the class
And he reads them a short poem
that he wrote deep in his past
And it’s hard to declare, when you can’t get your head out the clouds
Starin’ down on you
But I know when the wind has chosen to leave you out
because no one dares, bother you
And colours swirled in his poem
a painting of metaphors and rhymes
And the darkness of his feelings
they are personified
he said he holds himself to blame
for all the failures in their eyes
how he let go of the ring
and let the water soak him dry
It’s hard to declare, when you can’t get your feet off the ground
staring up on you
but I know when the wind has chosen to catch you out
because no one dares, bother you
And he spoke well of you, you know
said no harm, was done
Yes he spoke well of you, you know
said no harm, was done
Yes he spoke well of you, you know
said no harm, was done
Yes he spoke well of you, you know
said no harm, was done
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4. |
Nero
04:13
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Removing cobblestone, you let yourself by
Lit up moments under avid candlelight
Interchanging synonyms, poeticise the night
Inspiration drawn from emotions so contrived
Do you wanna know, why I cry?
when no one close to me has ever died
Big and empty words, sweep through your pages, looking for life
Trying to give breath to an accent
Singing in a foreign language
To mask the real meaning in your eyes
Grasping in a tight fist, liberty, liberty
Do you wanna know, why I cry?
when no one close to me has ever died
Big and empty words, clear your mind
What an artist dies in me
What an artist dies in me
What an artist dies in me
What an artist dies
What an artist dies
What an artist dies with me
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Peace Worm Guildford, UK
We're alternative we suppose, and bloody fun too.
We first came together at the grand
old age of 11, jamming out in a music room at school. 10 years later and we're still doing the same thing but we moved to our rooms and we have a studio and a camera now. We love you, and we hope you love us too, so give us a wee listen and if it floats your boat then congratulations you're a Peace Worm!
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