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Everyone is waiting for you
Mothers, sons and brothers too
Waiting in line at the end of time
for you
Everything has always been
Comin round and back again
Fading away like the end of the day
for you
So run, run to the light
Sleep in the endless night
Goin' home
Goin' home
Everywhere is here and now
Changing at the speed of sound
Tearing apart at the seams of your heart
for you
Everyone is waiting for your
Angels save a place for you
Flying around - rising up, falling down
for you
So run, run in the rain
Drown in the pleasure and pain
Goin' home
Goin' home
So run, run if you dare
Breathe in the endless air
Comin' home
Comin' home
Everyone is waiting for you
Mothers, sons and brothers too
Waiting in line at the end of time
for you
for you
for you
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2. |
Turn Away
03:30
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Turn away
Turn away
Take your problems
out for a day
Turn away
Turn away
Put your shoes on
and run far away
The past, it haunts you
Chains you and taunts you
Looking from the outside
Wanting to be inside
The house is quiet
There's noone around form miles
You're scared of the emptiness
The dead feel of nothingness
You watch computer screens
Look at all the photographs
You're all alone in here
but you can't go out there
So jealous of them
and hating all your friends
Trapped by your illusions
Your comforting confusion
And on
And on
Your mind rambles on
Running in circles
Lookin' for an alibi
Walk Through city parks
Searchin' for the answer
You're needing something
but you don't know what it is
And on
And on
The days ramble on
Wash the dishes
Take out the garbage
Watch the blowing' wind
Then start all over again
Turn away
Turn away
Take your problems
out for a day
Turn away
Turn away
Put your shoes on
and run
and run
away
away
away
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3. |
Woodblock Beat
06:40
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4. |
Your Head
04:26
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5. |
Dumb
02:40
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6. |
Holy Man
03:33
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I am the holy man
I am the only
Son of Man
I am holding hands
with God he molds me
In the heart of the slaughtered lamb
and then he told me
"Walk on sand
’til the promised land
and then you’ll know me
Pagan prophets they laid their plans
They played you coldly
Paved the world with their payment plans
they drained you slowly
Gave the girls with the golden glands
with pain they scold me
Hated man from the holy land
you’ll never know me
Heartless man with the golden hands
He left you lonely
Playing cans in your broken plans
He slayed you boldy
Take the land ’til the promised sand
is what they told me
Walk on hands with the holy man
I am the only
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7. |
Wasted Memories
05:34
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You were a sad song singer
You were never very well known
You were talking loud about all the famous people you’d blown
You were misunderstood everyone but you could see you’re a fool
You were talking a lot to yourself then you dove into an empty pool of
Wasted memories
Wasted memories
Wasted memories, today
the second verse wasn’t much better than the first
he was thinking to himself
Then he thought and he pondered 'bout all
of the half finished songs on his shelf
Then he sat down and wondered aloud
about all the great masters of song
Were they born much better than him?
Were they born to sing perfect and long of
Wasted memories
Wasted memories
Wasted memories, today
Under a cloud you were sinking down,
down in the same old hole
In the past your face was much thinner
you looked a much happier soul
Then the memories circled again
you were cursing around in a rage
you were sick of your own voice
and still had ten hours left on the stage with
Wasted memories
Wasted memories
Wasted memories, today
Today is the last day of your old life
tomorrow is new
You’ve figured it all out now
your past is not simple or true
and he tried to be hopeful again
but his thoughts they were already known
They were there in the past where
all of the seeds got planted and sown with
Wasted memories
Wasted memories
Wasted memories, today
and he wanted to be Bob Dylan
but he was far too old it was clear
So he sat in his own voice
comfortably moaning with darkness and tears
and when the memories came back again
well he knew all the words by heart
and his face it smiled again
from the words of a hateful art of
Wasted memories
Wasted memories
Wasted memories, today
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the saddest song of all time
was playing in his mind he tried
to hide away but on it played
it filled his head with thoughts that say
the words of hate that plainly state
the negative fate of human race
the melody played in endless waves
the notes were laid into their graves
and in his mind the guitars cried
a river million miles wide
and on it played
a hundred days
a thousand ways
and on the song it played
the saddest song of all time was
playing in his mind he tried
to run away but on it played
the song it stayed a thousand days
and in his dreams the piano’s weep
a million violins he keeps
under the bed they wail and scream
the soundtrack of your broken dream
the drums were gone
the rhymes were wrong
it was a very simple song
you knew it well
you never tell
the reason why your crying eyes
it would not be denied
the verse was 30 years long
and going strong
the world was going wrong
and on it played
a thousand days
a million ways
and on the song it played
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9. |
Piaf Loop
01:11
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10. |
BBSS (Accidental Music)
06:15
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Your negativity creates the hated world you see
Your positivity is lying underneath your dream
Your thoughts are placing all the signs they make the future scenes
You’re swirling in the frozen time still searching for the key
i am just a lazy boy I want to eat and sleep
Walking in the TV malls I never learned to read
it’s easily to dream in slime and eat your plastic keys
An absurd feeling awkward rush it sweeps you off your feet
Better than your babies’ thoughts he’s running in the streets
Living in the world of love sings his favorite beasts
I am just a lonely man I watch the women breathe
Back at home I take their clothes and give them all they need
Accidental music is the name your called your band
Playing with your boney hands you made the children stand
You stole a dead man’s chord progression buried in the sand
Yhe high was just your only escape from chronic stomach glands
He was a just a perfect child with shining golden hair
The ugly world it broke him down depression media glare
Competition is your life it’s written on your grave
Walking in the perfect grass in waves of hate he gave
He danced upon the silent wind of all the souls he saved
and laid his face upon the floor and dreamed of ancient caves
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J-Mythos New York, New York
J-Mythos is a fictional persona created by a New York based artist. A time-traveler, J-Mythos is shuttled through the space- time continuum by mysterious beings who may be aliens, future humans, or a figment of his own imagination. J-Mythos is a musical alchemist rigorously and vigilantly self-trained in the arts of beat making, guitar, and drums. ... more
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