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New Heart
03:13
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Daddy’s still got his kid’s heart
It beats loud when it kickstarts
The doctors are real smart
Gonna give him a new heart
Daddy’s getting a big heart
Close your eyes and you’ll see far
He’s dreaming, he’s fishing, he’s falling, he’s hunting, he’s calling
He’s waving ‘cause he’s getting a big heart
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It’s fall, I bring the apples home
In a linen bag on a coloured stroll
It’s fall, I brought the apples home
It’s cold, I brought the draught home
To a still life of fruit basket calm
A still life of numb distorted drone
It’s warm, but my hands are cold
I wash and wash and wash and wash what I can’t wash off
And I go, accompanied by a ghost
In the company of others, I am alone
It’s fall, I bring the apples home
Admidst of all the noise at night I am the stone
And it’s fall
Admidst of all the noise it’s loud it is the season’s call
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3. |
At The Movies
02:11
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Even on top of the world the last stop is the sea
It still pushes and pulls after the subways leave
And sometimes love it seems all too real
When it’s right in front of me, but I can’t feel
Love is wild, love is easy on screen
It’s okay to be alone as long as you’re at the movies
But something shook me and I couldn’t speak
When I recorded the Atlantic at Rockaway Beach
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4. |
Exile
02:46
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My hands are aging and it shows
I should not worry, it’s just the skin that dresses my bones
My biggest organ, a fleshy cloak
I grew up too fast, but i had to, I know
My mind is used to things and I can be all on my own
But my back it aches and I’ve still got sixty more years to go
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5. |
Portal
05:20
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You said in some billion years two galaxies might clash
They’ll come out reborn after cathartic sex
Tongue to tongue to bridge the gap that opens wide when spirals attract
Pressed together it’s warm and wet
When we cut out the sea and connect like continents
Connect the ends, connect the ends, connect the ends
We’re underwater breathing mouth to mouth
It will get starry and eventually go out
I was in the car with my mother when we drove past
The elderly home that housed my granddad
I hardly ever went and at the time I couldn’t care
But that day I knew I needed to visit my gramps
He looked so proud and happy when he said
You’ve grown up so fast, now you’re a man
For the first time ever he then shook my hand
And the next day at the dinner table he dropped dead
The sky is bold, the universe is vast
It’s trivial, it’s as real as it gets
It’s obvious yet it’s hard to grasp
That every thought triggers a consequence
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6. |
Atlas Fucked
03:41
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Last time I cried, my friend was on the phone
He meant to end it, but someone was coming home
The time before that must have been years ago
In the car from my parents place, all the way home
And I can’t help but keep looking out the back window
You keep saying I’m not a bad person, but trust me
I know
I can’t carry a lot of weight on my shoulders responsibly
They just don’t allow the things I’d like to do morally
I have to watch out, I have to watch the road
I have to watch out, I have to watch the road
I can’t right now, or I’ll kill us both
I have to watch out, I have to watch the road
I have to watch out, I have to watch the road
I can’t right now, or I’ll kill us both
The road is dark, but even more is the white
I’m sorry for being out of touch and I’m glad you’re alive
But I can’t carry a lot of weight on my shoulders responsibly
They just don’t allow the things I’d like to do morally
I had to watch out, I had to watch the road
I had to watch out, I had to watch the road
I can’t right now, or I’ll kill us both
I have to watch out, I have to watch the road
I have to watch out, I have to watch the road
I can’t right now, or I’ll kill us both
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7. |
Friendly Ghost
03:01
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Walk me home
I’ll go in through the wall, up the stairs without touching anything at all I’ll sit by the window
Until you call
Where’ve you been all my afterlife?
Well, what do I know?
I forget
And will we burn after love?
I won’t regret
Ghostly world that connects me and you
Past a keyhole with light peeping through
Where the world is trapped lasting only a day
We stick in the key to block and block and block and block the gateway
And you say…
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8. |
All The World Is Free
04:06
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I’ve looked between the sand and sea
Behind the stoned and underneath
No shells to take home from the beach
Just a figure in the city streets
Just a figure in the city streets
I’ve looked between the sand and sea
Aloof now, but close in dreams
A message hidden in a movie scene
You and I, we’re in between
Waves, the wind and all concrete
But the fog dissolved and the smoke has cleared
Just a withered site where a campfire’s been
Wrap your hand around my throat to see
My open mouth letting out the breeze
Look inside the dark red deep
Somewhere inside my heart beats me
All the world is free, all the world is free
All the world is free, all the world is free
All the world is free
It must be
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9. |
The Warmth
04:58
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This is a first
Yeah, I’ll try your fruit
You care for me
You say it’s good
It goes to show, I’ll take a risk
I never cut anything without thinking bad things could happen
So I look out
Dissect the world
I’ll eat the fruit out of your hand, just to show you how much I care
It’s Christmas time
I feel the warmth
I feel that warmth, at least I think I do, but why do I do with it?
The warmth
I have to go
How’d I get here?
I have to go
I am in another world
How did I get here?
I long for school, Jerusalem and moon
In adolescent time with an infantile truth
I’d take a friend or two
The palms in bloom
Tan and pool
No body fat and a beautiful view
I’d take a friend or two
I have to go
I’m in another world
I long for school, Jerusalem moon
I can’t be here no more
I have to go
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10. |
Another Year Gone
01:57
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Even the shit hole I came from at some point gets touched by the sun
Then fall and fall and fall
Another year gone
I look as far as I can see
I squint my eyes, but I’m still here
Then fall and fall and fall
Another year gone
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11. |
Closing Time
04:19
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*humming*
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Ghost Bag Berlin, Germany
Ghost Bag is the recording alias of Nick Jongen. Born in the Netherlands, 1991.
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