1. |
Tell Me It's Real
04:52
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Don't turn your back from me
I heard you sat down quietly
There's a ghost upstairs
When I look away he stares
He cares about what I say
When it's dark
By myself
Climb, climb up the hill
With me
Tell me it's real
The grass we both feel
Tell me the sun
Is heating both of our cheeks
Tell me the air
You see it bending the wheat
Tell me your hands
Will hold mine for a while
Tell me your hands
Will hold mine for a time
Don't turn your back from me
I heard you sat down quietly
You don't have to speak
Just sit down
Watch over me when I sleep
And climb
Climb up the hill
With me
Tell me it's real
The grass we both feel
Tell me the sun
Is heating both of our cheeks
Tell me the air
You see it bending the wheat
Tell me your hands
Will hold mine for a while
Tell me your hands
Will hold mine for a while
For a while
For a time
For while
For a time
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2. |
Is It Her?
04:14
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His boots are swallowed by the sand
As he's pushing his boat into the ocean
The night is bright
The moonlight stands high
A wave in the dark
Is it her?
A breeze a flicker
The rock across the water
Was it her the waves he heard?
The dance of the seaweed
The crackle of the hull
Was it her the howling wind?
The quiet water lapping around the boat
As he's being pushed away from the shore
His soft wrinkled hands
Are holding tight on the wood edges
A breeze a flicker
The rock across the water
Was it her the waves he heard?
The dance of the seaweed
The crackle of the hull
Was it her the howling wind?
The standing tall trees
On the edges of cliffs
Was it her the falling branch?
The storms in the seashells
The sound of the coast bells
Was it her the howling wind?
The dance of the seaweed
The crackle of the hull
Was it her the waves he heard?
The storms in the seashells
The sound of the coast bells
Was it her the howling wind?
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3. |
Turbulence
05:17
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I'm drunk now
Don't listen when I talk at night
Don't get caught in my fog
It's thick and narrow
My world is lost
On an arrow
Don't watch me
From the air
Don't watch me, please
When I'm unaware
Cause
I want the night to never end
I wanna be drunk again
I want the turbulence
As I move across the room
In an endless dance
When my eyes are windows
To the depths
Of each sorrow and sadness
I've ever felt
Please, unload the weight
And I'll try my best
Vulnerable as it gets
Vulnerable as I get
Don't watch me
From the air
Don't watch me, please
When I'm unaware
The residues
Of what I felt
Residing in my head
They never left
And I need them stronger
I need them longer
Just a bit lonelier
Don't watch me
From the air
Don't watch me
Please, when I'm unaware
Cause
I want the night to never end
I wanna be drunk again
I want the turbulence
As I move across the room
In an endless dance
When my eyes are windows
To the depths
Of each sorrow and sadness
I've ever felt
Please, unload the weight
And I'll try my best
Vulnerable as it gets
Vulnerable as I get
Don't watch me
From the air
Don't watch me
Please, when I'm unaware
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4. |
Here Comes The Wave
05:08
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A window
Wide open
Is letting the rain
Inside the room
Where are the birds?
No one, no signs
The rain is filling up
The living room
The clouds are falling down
On the roof
Here comes the waves
Tumbling around
The sculptures of the wind
Around our arms
Can you feel the air?
Where are the birds?
Fleeing from our lungs
To the shore?
We'll soon be lost at sea
Where are the birds?
The rain is filling up
The living room
The clouds are falling down
On the roof
Here comes the waves
Tumbling around
The sculptures of the wind
Around our arms
The rain is filling up
The living room
The clouds are falling down
On the roof
Here comes the waves
Tumbling around
The sculptures of the wind
Around our arms
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5. |
Strangers
03:48
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I could spend
The day
Wandering
Strangers
On the way
Our eyes will meet
Unrevealed
Discreet
Would
It be easier?
To be a stranger?
Remote
From you and all things
Until
The night end all springs
Cause I'd rather
Be a stranger
To you
Today
Amongst the flowers
Bending towards the night
To ignite
The pain I got
From you
Would
It be easier?
To be a stranger?
Remote
From you and all things
Until
The night end all springs
Would
It be easier?
To be a stranger?
Remote
From you and all things
Until
The night end all springs
Would
Would
Would
It be easier?
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6. |
It Would Erase
04:11
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Cold night
All white
It's freezing cold
Keep your feet
On the dock
Don't fall
It would erase
The wind
Like knives
Can't feel
My hands
And where are yours?
Don't
Cross the estuary
Just scream
At the bay
Just feel
And it won't erase
Embrace
Don't fight
And it won't erase
Do scream
Do feel
Embrace
Don't fight
And it won't erase
Cold night
All white
It's freezing cold
It won't erase
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7. |
Red Deer
04:53
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You claim to know
The way I felt
On the red sand
With the mountains so clear
Laying on the surface
Of a wide lake
I'm watching the red deer
Watching the red deer
You just don't want me
And that's just fine
I realized I don't need more colors
I'll just be two thousand miles away
Walking upon the coast
I'm watching the red deer
I'm watching the red deer
Don't need more colors
No need for reinforcements
Just leave my pain on it's own
Prove me that I can be hollow
I wanna welcome silence
And it'll leave me unknown
I'm watching the red deer
I'm watching the red deer
I'll just be steady
On a hill on my own
And I'll forget about your eyes
Just give me more time
To welcome silence
I kinda wanted to hear your voice
All the time
I'm watching the red deer
I'm watching the red deer
I'm watching the lake dear
I'm watching the lake dear
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8. |
The Old House
03:47
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Let's take a walk
To the old roads
To the old house
Where we used to live
Let's take a walk
Across the dry stone walls
Let's just put our shoes on
And go
To the old house
To the old house
Do you remember?
Look through the door
It's still open
How we use to gather
Around the fire?
How we used to talk all night
With the wind blowing all around
Watching the flames
Fading out
In the dark
Let's take a walk
To the old roads
To the old house
Where we used to live
Away from the city lights
Away from our busy lives
To the old house
To the old house
Do you remember?
Look through the door
It's still open
How we use to gather
Around the fire?
How we used to talk all night
With the wind blowing all around
Watching the flames
Fading out
In the dark
Oh come on, let's go back!
Are there any roads or any tracks?
To the old house?
To the old house
To the old house
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9. |
Couldn't Catch Your Hand
05:19
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Couldn't catch your hand
Out there in the snow
You left me a trail
And I followed
Picturing your steps
Alone on the road
Underneath the trees
Your gazing around
And I leave the ground
Couldn't catch your hand
Up there in the clouds
But I can see your hair
Curling down your coat
I wish I could fall
Like snowflakes on your cheeks
And melt down to your
To your lips
Couldn't catch your hand
Out there in the snow
You left me a trail
And I followed
Couldn't catch your hand
Out there in the clouds
But I can see your hair
Curling down your coat
Couldn't catch your hand
Out there in the snow
But I can see your hair
Curling down your coat
Couldn't catch your hand
Out there in the snow
You left me a trail
And I followed
Couldn't catch your hand
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10. |
Let's Dream
05:14
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Let's dream
The birth of everything
Let's walk
The path of the old
Let's dream
The end of everything
Let's watch
The rain
Streaming
Down your shoulders
Let's talk
Slowly
Before the night set us off
Set us off
The roots unraveling our homes
Our fingers intertwined as everything falls
No roofs but the dome of the earth
As the stars stretches to us
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Elliott Armen Saint Malo, France
Elliott Armen, a 25 year old author and composer, grew up between Paris and his natal land, Saint-Malo in
Brittany.
In the footsteps of Elliott Smith, Sufjan Stevens and Andy Sauf, this young Briton mixes the sounds of the guitar and the piano with his own original voice thus building an intimate atmosphere which oscillates between density and lightness, always rooted between the sea and the land
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