1. |
Scenery
03:45
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Backbone
03:07
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Mimes
04:10
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Fend them off
It reaps and fronts
As the measures feed the creatures of my sea
The enticement draws days rays of stars
On high fields of my swamp
Retrospect, beats of the bless
Take from my channel eye
The surrounding creeks and crude fields
Soft wine flows into valleys underneath silk lakes
You will find the well, the origin, the might, the zone, the rain
Street, sweet, rough
Smells, it rots
Sweet, sweet, drop
Fluids
Street sweet rough
its case not lost,
Take from my channel eyes
Sweet, sweet, drop
Beats off the bless
As my mimes operate
Street, sweet, rough
Smells, it rots
Sweet, sweet, drop
Fluids
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4. |
VCO
01:36
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5. |
Odessa
05:25
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She leaves his side, it's not her choice, the altercation's too slow
Daddy said she was a queen, now she needs lines to feel bold
Good friends she thought she had all gone, now it's up to you girl
You won't be spared, you won't obtain the fish, the hook, the scapegoat
Ah now, who's got your back now?
No one - you probably used everyone
How, now the need is proof that it's wrong
No one - the abusive touch hits everyone
Be my thirst - my cape and throne, my window
Pretend it - your saint and seed, your sorrow
Bow now, who's got your back now?
No one - you probably used everyone
How, will you scream 'till your lungs are left sore?
No one - the abusive touch hits everyone
Bow now, who's got your back now?
No one, no one, no one
How, will you scream 'till your lungs are sore?
No one, no one, no one
Meaning meet us face to face, the authors of the hook
Your head is bent, your head is low, now watch out where you go
Bow now, who's got your back now?
No one, no one, no one
How, will you scream 'till your lungs are left sore?
No one, no one, no one
No one, no one, no one
No one, no one
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6. |
Muddy Armour
05:41
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She needs, I fall
The minefield of self-restriction
Got my muddy armour
Tailgate, it’s fine
I’ll break the ice for you all day
Supposedly, you’ve seen it before
Probably, most probably
You know there’s so much more
Amphigorical excuse, deviation stay with me
She needs, I fall
The minefield of self-restriction
Got my muddy armour
Tailgate, it’s fine
I’ll break the ice for you all day
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Neufchâtel Brussels, Belgium
Neufchâtel is a Belgian rock band formed in Saint-Gilles, Brussels. A common love for dark melodies, pop music and psychedelics.
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