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Katrine Laughing
05:04
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The city is a summer’s dream
Of lilacs, gold and love
In your eyes are coral reeves
Where summer dreams are lost
The summer’s light caresses you
In lilac gilded parks
In ruins made of summer dreams
I’ve helt you in my arms
Elvis sings of summer kisses
Play it on an on
Don’t reach for your pocket, honey
I know there is no gun
The city is a summer’s dream
Of lilacs, gold and love
Arizona golden sun
A summer made of rust
I’ve felt your light caressing me
In endless summer dreams
I’ve searched for lilacs, gold and love
In cloudy coral reeves
The sun beats down like drums of war
The dream put on rerun
Don’t reach for your pocket, honey
I know there is no gun
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2. |
Punk Rock
03:59
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I’m your cotton candy kid
On the corner of your street
I’m the best thing you’ve ever, ever known
I’m your punk rock child
Blue summer sky eyes
Dark hair and a stare like snow
I’m like the J.F.K.
Of the downtown stage
The crown prince of the basketball court
I’m your midnight cowboy
Your little backstreet toy
Your pretty Max Kansas City escort
I’m your Pretty Boy Floyd
Robbing from L.A. to Detroit
Your pink narcissus, your Dorian Gray
I’m on the edge of seventeen
The lost son of James Dean
Tom Ripley by the deep blue waves
I’m your Romeo tonight
I’m your shepherd, hear me cry
Crying wolf until I know you’re near
And if you show me that you care
Then I can die right there
‘Cause in you I forever disappear
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3. |
Rider
05:12
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I’ve seen him riding
Through the arches of his town
As the morning fog was rising
As I listened to the sound
Of all the ringing silver bells
He tied onto the reins
Of a stallion marble white
With a wild and tar black mane
Yes, I’ve seen him riding
In the early morning light
I cried, rider, don’t ride past me
Rider, don’t pass by
But the arches now are cavernous
They’re taking everything
All there’s left is silence
Where the bells they used to ring
And I trace the prints of horseshoes
With my fingers in the night
And I know that he rode past me
My rider passed me by
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4. |
Kyoto
05:04
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In the night you call him
And you call him in the night
You call him in the night
When everything is gone
And it’s too voices and a song
Just two voices and a song that plays
Forever in the world you made in the night
You call him in the night
You call him in the night
And it’s summer in Kyoto
And it’s so quiet, my dear
And it’s summer in Kyoto
And it’s so quiet, my dear
In the days you’re searching
You’ve been searching for the wreck
Of a ship that sailed a thousand seas
’Til it finally crashed ashore
You’ve searched through hidden doors
The tower and the three of swords
Followed broken compasses
From some forgotten war
Through the treasures and the garbage
Through the remnants of the arson
Through topiary garden gates
Inside the endless worlds you’ve made
But in the night
You call him in the night
You call him in the night
You call him in the night
You call him in the night
And it’s summer in Kyoto
And it’s so quiet, my dear
And it’s summer in Kyoto
And it’s so quiet, my dear
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The balcony spins like a ferris wheel
But you don’t move, you’re completely still
And I try to stand, I try to stay
But you never stay, you never will
I know I need to get away from here
I know I’ve seen you in the blue lagoon
You know I’ve told you things I should never have said
Your eyes were sparkling in the velvet noon
The lights of Babylon, you never stop
Your eyes are Babylon, your eyes are blue
I’ve needed this, but it’s way too much
I can’t wait for the ivy to strangle you
I can’t wait for the ivy to strangle you
The church bells have been ringing for seven days
Siete dias sin dormir
Your eyes are Atlantis, your eyes are grey
Contigo siempre lo mismo, eh, contigo no dejo de sentir
You said destroy, destroy, you said
Me dices que estás cansado
I try to hold on, but everything is wet
Si me voy llorando, te asusto
If I see you crying it’s because I’m crying too
Como me miras con ojos del ángel
If you see me crying then I’m crying for you
And it’s you who put me through this hell
And It’s you who put me through this hell
Aquí estamos, aquí nos quedamos, aquí contigo pa’ siempre
We were born here when the days were light
En las manos del Sol y del Venus
In a haze of lavender white
Blanca, como las faldas de la Madre
Our mother taught us how to leave
Blanca, como la risa del Padre
Our father never rolled down his sleeves
Las noches se engordaban en nuestra soledad
For our love that never could grow
Enamorarnos de todo que, sí, podemos tener
I can’t wait for your eyes to be snow
I can’t wait for your eyes to be snow
I saw you lying on the summer lawn
Sun-sick between the daffodilles
Ants were crawling all over your skin
One more breeze would break my will
Your eyes were the color of black chlorine
The light is flickering, what have I lost?
Wisteria wilding as the black ravens rest
Sometimes I think I don’t mind the cost
The windows are open and the laundry is dry
Your eyes, a horizon of dawn
The birds have stopped singing, it’s the end of July
It’s a perfect day and nothing is wrong
It’s a perfect day and nothing is wrong
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6. |
We Need To Be
05:41
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We need to be where the water is
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7. |
Colonial Inn
06:32
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I’ve been dreaming of a white Mercedes
Red roses, hydrangeas and pine trees
A white front porch and blue records playing
Red, white and blue banners waving
Waving against the blue summer sky
Waving like the branches of the towering pines
Branches green with needles on them
Pictures of places now long forgotten
I’ve been dreaming of the Colonial Inn
Hunting trophies and pictures of Marilyn
Plastic flowers, tinsel and bright Christmas lights
Drinking in the bar all through the night
A scent of syrup, tobacco and heat
Like summer: both bitter and endlessly sweet
Midnight blue bedspread and broken chandeliers
Meet me in the lobby and let me bring you to tears
I’ve been dreaming of an endless summer nation
Just long roads, motels and sunlit gas stations
Stop in for coffee, cigarettes and magazines
Drinking cold Coca Cola in the still dry heat
These are the dreams that longing is made of
And the summer was made for longing, my love
The summer I left you, the summer you left me
Scent of lilacs, bad season in the city
I’ve been dreaming of a white Mercedes
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Rasmus Weirup Copenhagen, Denmark
Rasmus Weirup is an independent, experimental singer, songwriter, and producer based in Copenhagen, Denmark. He describes his music like this: The Greenwich Village folk scene of 1967 treated with a coffee grinder and broadcasted through the echoing sound system of an abandoned shopping mall. The new album 'They Are Tearing This Building Down' is out on the 24th of November 2023. ... more
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