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Fingerprint
02:42
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Every single person here has a different fingerprint and
Every single person here has a bellyful of sin and
Every single person here is a singularity
Every single person here has a bruised and damaged heart and
Every single person here was doomed to fuck up from the start and
Every single person here is a peculiarity
Every single person here has a secret they wanna tell and
Every single person here will or had to go to hell and
Every single person here wants to feel high
Every single person here is gonna bite the apple and
Every single person here has no idea what’s happening and
Every single person here wants to touch the light
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2. |
Talk To You
03:44
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A is for apple
B is for the bite
C the cacophony that sprang into the light
D was the first chord begetting E and F and
G growling on my guitar
Oh yes
H has aspirations
I is stuck with me
J is out there jockeying for lejitimacy
K the silent knowledge of L, M and N
A lullaby humming in beginning to end
It all makes up the lexicon
of all I think and do
It all comes out as gibberish
when I try to talk to you
O is a just circle
P includes the pen
Q and R the same design with tails tacked on their ends
S has those sexy curves breaking all the rules
T is stark and holy
but it’s all about U
V is for vanish a fate we all must share
W is for what and who and when and why and where
X is for nothing
Y I dunno
Z or Z: we can’t agree
Here we go down a road
Does it stop nobody knows
A descent into nothing
An ascent that goes and goes
Potato or potato, tomato or tomato
Let’s call the whole thing off
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3. |
Everything To Me
03:45
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Now I know what people mean
when they say
you are everything to me
Now I know what the singer mean
when he sing
you are everything to me
I can’t believe it took so long to see
you are everything to me
Don’t know why you wait so long for me
you are everything to me
You are everything
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4. |
Rocker Fish
02:34
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Belly up to the amp
Alone in your corner
Your eyes are full of tears
Watching all the lights
A fishbowl full of tears
You don’t even have to blink
Belly up to the buzz
The beats are in your body
Oh rocker fish
It’s not about the girls
It’s not about the drugs
It’s not even about telling stories
It’s about being rocker fish
Oh rocker fish
It’s a beautiful sight
It’s a beautiful sound
It’s a beautiful feeling
Through your frame
It’s a beautiful sight
It’s a beautiful sound
And it’s going
Going through your brain
It’s a beautiful sight
It’s a beautiful sound
And it’s going
Going through your frame
It’s a beautiful sight
It’s a beautiful sound
Oh rocker fish
You rocker fish
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5. |
Fade To Grey
03:48
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I have to close my eyes
And force myself to remember
Funny: for so long I could never forget
Blonde hair, green eyes, blue jeans
Black gloves and jacket and boots
All fading to grey
She sat under a tree
Cuz she just wanted time alone
And I held my ground feeding the ducks
When she was ready
She came back
That luminous hand in mine
The thrill still lingers
I see your face
The bright colours are fading away
I see your face
Everyday
I see your face
The bright colours are fading to grey
She was waiting for me
Beside the statue of Molly Malone
I was alive
Alive alive-oh
We spent that weekend just
Kicking around that fair old town
I took her to the far side
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6. |
Put It Together
03:42
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Taking stock of what is
Against what should have been
Ain’t no two ways about it
Just a feeling
Just a feeling that won’t let go, no
I got two in one hand
I got two in the other
Thought the sum of it all is
Supposed to be better
So why the suspicion that I’m coming up short
(When you put it together)
You should get four
(When you put it together)
You should get four or more
(When you put it together)
You should get four
So why am I short?
Must have made a mistake
Somewhere in the books
I gotta go back
Take another look
When expectations became liabilities
Taking stock of what is
Against what could have been
Ain’t no two ways about it
Just a feeling
And it won’t let go
When you put it together
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7. |
Sweet Lemon
04:16
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Let’s sit in the sun
Let’s sit in the sun
Half in the shade of a Jacaranda glade
Sipping sweet lemon
Gonna reach across the table
Gonna reach across the table
Gonna take your hand
Hope you understand
Admire your pretty nails
Oh girl
Oh my darling
This love is as free as ice mint tea
This love is as cool as a Bedouin pool
This love is as hot as a coffee pot
This love is green as a jungle scream
Let’s dance together in the desert
Let’s dance together in the desert
Look at me down your haughty frown
Standing arms akimbo
And then your features soften
And then your features soften
You smile at me
As I fall to my knees
I will give you everything
Oh girl
Oh my darling
This love is as free as ice mint tea
This love is as cool as a Bedouin pool
This love is as hot as a coffee pot
This love is green as a jungle scream
But this love
This love is the thrum of a drum-skin hum
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8. |
Crumbs
04:21
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When I was a young boy
I used to say my prayers
To the close and holy darkness
How I believed
A smiling, black-haired deity
Patiently attended to me
Church on Sunday mornings
When the other kids were playing
Initiation to the Holy Mysteries
A new vocabulary
Of how I was unworthy
To gather up the crumbs beneath this table
Devils and angels
Are squabbling, squabbling
Snapping at the crumbs that
Have fallen from above
When I was a young man
I tried to separate
The crumbs from the ashes and the pulp
So many righteous palates
And too many braying mouths
The crumbs were paper on my tongue
Now I am older
And my hair is turning grey
From all the things I have done and left undone
And the taste of this crumb
This bit between my teeth
Ashes or manna: I cannot tell
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9. |
Denmark
03:06
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Here comes that feeling … again
I touched your body … you cringed
Oh oh oh, there’s something wrong in Denmark
Two hours later … or so
You tried to touch me, I know
Oh oh oh, here we go again
One of us is gonna have to fix this
And I swear it isn’t gonna be me
This time around
I’m always the repairman, well not now
I want someone’s flesh
And I want it now
I want it now, I’m in a hurry
I want it down and deep and dark and dirty
Oh oh oh, if you push me away
Then I’ll go
Kiss me, and make your body mean it
Kiss me, and make your body mean it
Ah, I’m sick of messing around
I’m sick of feeling down and out
Feeling I am missing out
On all the fun
The night is over … finally
The gaps of silence are widening
Oh oh oh, is this the way it’s gonna be?
I know you’re sorry … me too
What to say? What to do?
I know you well enough to know
That you are waiting
One of us is gonna have to fix this
And I guess it’s gonna have to be me
Again
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10. |
Paint The Rain
03:22
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If I wanted to paint your picture
What colours would I use
Yellow for your hair
Cream for your skin
And something for the blues
A splash a dash of
Passion dark and
Deep down in the base
A source of light from somewhere
Inside highlighting your face
How do you paint the rain
One eye looking dead ahead
A South Pacific blue
The other one looking in another world
The one where I met you
A small tune playing
On the pink of your lips
And a stroke of brown on your brow
The furrowed attention
On your forehead
When you think no one’s around
This is a job for Braque or Picasso
I’m in way over my head
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11. |
There's Two
02:35
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There’s two
Where there was just the one of us
Lying in the gloom
On a Sunday afternoon
Alone in my room
Listening to tunes
Now there’s you
That makes two
You came out of the blue
Me and
You
Where there was just the one of us
There’s two
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12. |
Big Hill City
04:10
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Got these Big Hill City blues
Slowly disconnecting
Pulling up the roots
Looking high and low
For something new
The sky here is defined
By shapes we make
The ground coated with concrete
Like icing on a cake
I’m all alone staring at this view
And I sit here by the window
Thinking of a tune
Yeah I sit here by the window
I don’t know what it is about
The days that brings me down
I got what I wanted
Pulled my feet out of the ground
Now I’m free-floating and my head’s
Stuck in the clouds
I sit here by the window
Thinking of you
Sometimes a fanciful flight
Pulls me back across the sea
Where everything feels right
The earth is rich and dark
The sky is bright
I’m pulled back to the window
Got these Big Hill City blues
Slowly disconnecting
Pulling hair out at the roots
All alone thinking of a tune
About you
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Merlin Ball Vancouver, British Columbia
Merlin Ball draws on many musical atmospheres to create a singular space and mood. Net result: indie-driven stuff that blazes along under sombre skies and brilliant sunrises. How do you talk to someone 10,000 years away? This is Merlin Ball's attempt.
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