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Tomorrow Land
04:58
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Although you say you see me, I'm not standing there
And though you think you've read me, my words disappear
And my hand's an empty glove,
But I fill up at your touch
So now you call, but I am yet to be around
And even though I'm wide awake, my brain is out of bounds
And we'll run when we get younger,
Until then, I guess it's over
'Cause now you've seen, I can be mean and angry,
But I swear that's not my heart,
Begun to rot
I'm nearly up
All torn apart
Living in Tomorrow Land
Although you see me standing in the glory sheets, I'm lost
This children's toy has turned into a china doll
When I'm living make-believes you see me,
Though I'm not the way I used to be
And when you're calling from the other end, you know I'm gone
You satisfied a dying mind, your oldest friend forgot
And when we were children, you swam to me
You were by my side for eternity
I swear I saw you in the side-lines, calling out my name and holding signs
That I don't recognise
Or mean to leave behind
Oh, I'm forgetting twice
And three times over I'm
Living in Tomorrow Land
Well, when she said your Daddy's dead, the pillow slightly tightened,
Around your head, and you'll forget and start to feel frightened
When your love greets the white doors,
'Cause their gates of blood were finally closed,
You're caught between the shrinking walls,
And you know, you've never felt like this before...
It belongs to Tomorrow Land
I'm scared of Tomorrow Land
I don't know about Tomorrow Land
But I know, I can't go back
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Everywhere he feels another presence hung and looming over
Every single matching order has him hide and run for cover
Every time he's lost a lover, is time he's spent not thinking over
Every stand he can't deliver, and everywhere he looks there's trouble
Constant aging, questioning the time he's taking,
Contemplating, if he needs a hand to help him run
Good look,
Try to keep your head above,
The cluttered stuff,
Living in the back room by the,
Picture books,
And alcohol you keep under the drawer
Everywhere he sees the answers, he turns away to keep his canvas
Every single place he wanders, he feels like the only traveller
Every time he tries to better the way he moves, he starts to shiver
Every stand he's bound to stumble, and everywhere he looks there's trouble
Slowly changing; bite the lip and keep resisting
Mood's in waiting, to pull you in the dirt and drag you up
Good luck,
Try to keep your head above,
When things get tough,
And all the love in orbit couldn't be,
Enough,
To fill the ghost that's walking in your strut
Everywhere he feels another presence hung and looming over
Every single matching order has him hide and run for cover
Every time he's lost a lover, is time he's spent not thinking over
Every stand he can't deliver, and everywhere he looks there's trouble
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3. |
Lucky
04:03
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Hold on,
Don't you know I've tried that,
But sometimes it's like that,
I never know the place I'm going
We all get lonely,
I'm so lucky,
I've got you and you've got me to...
Hold on,
I know it's not wrong
It's getting late and,
So I second guess it
Caught you,
Sitting on the corner,
Legs are getting longer,
Think I'm growing older
And you,
Tell me you're my leader,
Tell me I'm a sucker,
Living in the gutters
We all get lonely,
I'm so lucky,
I've got you and you've got me to...
Run with,
Or so we'd call it,
I'm reaching out but,
You're gripping feels like guessing
Hold on,
I know it's not wrong,
I'm lonely so long,
I think it's time I called it
Well you,
Tell me I'm no jewellery,
A truth alive in repeat,
Sitting on your corner, waiting...
Call to place your sucker,
Line me up and light up,
Let me take your bullet, baby...
We all get lonely,
I'm so lucky,
I've got you, and you've got me to...
Lay down,
Lay me 'round town,
Lay me anywhere,
You might find my rating...
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4. |
The Lotus
03:34
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Well I gave you my voice,
You stood on my tongue,
And now you know we're only good for nothing
I'm yours, you kiss me,
Under the sun,
And then you kill me with your song, 'The Lotus'
So tell me I'm yours,
And I will turn around to hold you,
Closer, my love,
Closer than the time before,
You sent me afloat,
And knowing all the things I've done,
I'll open up,
And slowly you'll unravel me,
And wrap me up in jealousy and jest
Sat on a stone,
Where slowly you'd float,
Away to places out of touch with progress
Call me your love,
And then I can board you,
Gently, you could tear apart my eyelids
Please help me unload,
And slowly we can figure out,
The things we don't know,
Every word you've given me is quite,
The show
Still every time you sing 'The Lotus', I,
Just close,
And sweetie, you are sending me,
So I'll become a memory to wreck
Spit on my lungs,
And tell me you're God,
Please keep me in your never-ending garden
Finally I cry,
The subject is dry,
And I have found that it's not me, 'The Lotus'
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Born on the Sabbath, you confessed,
And bathed in holy water, you were blessed
And opening up for recompense,
You ease the orphan ocean with your sense
But words are not enough for me to show you,
That every feeling holds me at an epitome
But I don't mean to say this as an epilogue,
I'm running out of ways to say "I love you"
Dissecting our feelings over over time,
We've learnt that we're our figures of idolatry
Well maybe that's just me, and that's fine,
I'll keep you in my heart like ancient poetry
And I'll remember treasured conversations,
About the things that kept hold, our attention
Keep each other on our bed-side table,
And switch the lights on when we say "I love you"
Look out for,
My elated sighs
Holding tight,
Of each other, I...
Wanna show you,
In a way that,
Sounds impressive,
Over-compensating, yeah
So I'll just love you...
(He'll love you if you will...)
Born on the Sabbath, you confessed,
And bathed in holy water, you were blessed
And opening up for recompense,
You ease the orphan ocean with your sense
But words are not enough for me to show you,
Every feeling holds me at an epitome
But I don't mean to say this as an epilogue,
I'm running out of ways to say "I love you"
I'll have to find a way to say "I love you"
Keep that bedroom light on, 'cause I love you!
I'll have to find a way to show I love you...
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6. |
Rockwell
01:16
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We wake up,
A fool's errand
We get dressed,
And have breakfast
We brush our teeth and we comb our hair,
And we wonder "how did we end up here?"
And then we go out,
To the shops and,
Never wonder,
But we ought to
When we do our miles to the local supplier,
In a blanket like every mother's child...
Wonder: "did we ever have it so good?"
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7. |
Afterglow
03:20
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I never thought I'd be looking at you,
Drowned in curtains and army boots
I never thought I'd be torn apart,
On re-entry into the dark and the blue
I never told you I tried to see,
The way you see and it scared me
Eyes are blinded by ecstasy,
Close the doors and lost the key, and then I knew...
What I should do: I should be holding you
Stop my thinking and see it through
But how can I change the scene?
And I need someone,
Yeah I need someone,
To sleep on my shoulder
Still don't know what I'm hoping for,
Am I open or torn apart?
While all appalling things belong,
I couldn't keep on just keeping on like you do
But now I'm standing all over-done,
Times have changed, feel like closing up
And all the world is on the run
Stars are falling, and then they're gone into the blue...
And I'll think of you when I'm falling too
You'll hold me steady and see me through
And you'll tell me tenderly,
"You'll find someone,
I know you'll find someone,
To sleep on your shoulder"
Then I fell into memories that move
They move right through me and brought up you
And now I'm a setting sun,
I need someone,
Yeah I need someone,
To sleep on my shoulder
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9. |
Turquoise Dreams
04:47
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I remember friends that haven't been around,
Here in a long, long time...
Gently as we go, I fall through the years,
And struggle to fill that time
'Cause I know what I'm like, I am hard on the bite,
A clean and terrified mind
Look dear, I'll make it clear: I am nobody, but,
You're somebody to me
Loves we have left behind have married at sea,
Under the sacred reef
Yet I abide to the land, any other man,
Can bring you home to me
'Cause try though we might, we kick and we scream,
And pull each other deep,
Until every memory - the good and the bad - is a melody,
Hung to me
And I fell under,
Sheets of sentiment,
And greed; bitterly,
We wrote love-notes,
From out grief
Tongue-tied when we go,
Wandering on,
To take the cat-bird seat,
And realised we loved,
An image of,
Of a turquoise dream...
Buried in the snow,
Waiting for your peace,
Lonelier, we go begging,
On our knees
Crawling ancient streets,
Cobbled stones,
Lit up in the sleet
And I hold out my hand,
Hoping you come,
And give yours back to me...
I cannot pray for all the futures in me,
Leaving while we're asleep
I won't lament the past; it wasn't for me,
Wasn't meant to be
But hold me closer, love,
And we will land on our feet
'Cause I'm hard on the bite,
But darling you come, and you can dress the clean
Yeah, you can dress the clean...
Under our turquoise dreams...
Taken by turquoise dreams...
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And so the story goes, "I told you,
Boy, I'm not like them"
Everybody can collect me,
Trade me for some bread
Every time I think I might be,
More than I pretend
So, you calm me,
Babe, I'm ready
Take me as your friend
I'm your calm, collected arm,
You cut me off at hand
Under fun and northern skies you,
Wave me off from land
There I wait, the dead employer,
Standing in the sand
Lonely saviour, holy author,
Meet me when you can
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The Room Upstairs England, UK
Since forming in 2014, The Room Upstairs have become album-era hanger-on-ers, decorating themselves in retro-tinged melodies
and folk-rock lyricisms. They muse on mortality, nostalgia, the passage of time, and emotional life crises (quarter, mid, or just normal "ran-out-of-milk" stuff). That said, they also wrote this biography, so maybe listen and debate the bias.
Ewan & Joe (The Room Upstairs) x
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