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A Spell
03:30
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Speak a spell | And I ignore everyone | Scream and weep | And I don't care if you'll die | I feel I can hope | They go back and say || Hold back things | While I can't stand it at all | "Quit", they spoke | They say it again and again | What else can I say | Words seem too pale | And words break out in force || See you dusting at my face | And all you say is notions of false | Did you ever try to think | That you just make it worse.
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War Is Over
03:25
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Have to get some meaning from the past | You say half of what I mean is meaningless | You say miles and miles more | Scratching off the floor | It's going wrong by you || It's getting far from no one's home or place | You say have to turn this vicious world to grace | Stardom-pride drips down your walk | Scratching off for more | It's going wrong by you || Stretching up the words | Lately I can't understand | It's going wrong but I'm safe || It's bold enough without me being brave | You say ask me how to write a fairytale | You say have to get this done | Or questions start to fall | It's going wrong by you || Stretching up the words | Lately I can't understand | It's going wrong but I'm safe | Screaming out the words | Lately I can understand | War is over... over? | War is over...
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Empty Boxes
04:26
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Sneaking through chimneys at night | Checking out banging doors | Throwing my shit in the trunk | Leaving just empty boxes | Lord, now he cannot deny | The man they believe in - Imposter! | Leather black bag with my Jack | And on pair of extra socks || Riding your shitty black sled | You can barely see anything | Rough snow is burning your eyes | You came in to claim it back || Now you wait till I'll come | From the north (With reindeer and presents) | A prayer of a child in bed (Vanished, a sleep torn) || One of the roof tiles was loose | I fell down and broke my leg | I called you and desperately said | I need you to back me up || My replacement is shy, he's a saint (White beard and pompons) | Red hat, no tattoos to be ashamed of (You need to know) | We never met, you said | you'll give it your best || I wanna be a saint | And a glorious old fairytale | Who said there is no such thing | as miracles? || Shame... who do I blame? | Trying to call but no one's there | I swear that one day you'll be sorry | You will pay...
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Distant Dream
03:24
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Monday, and I cannot put away my sorrow | Tuesday and it just won't be the same | And I feel I took your smile as something certain | All along I couldn't see || When I give myself away, knowing that | I could have better days, Days without you... || Wednesday and I cannot lose away this sorrow | Thursday, there's nothing that will dim the pain | And I still believe I'll end up with you someday | Though it's now a distant dream || When I give myself away... || And I feel that nothing is real | Save me, I'm lost again | Life is bittersweet, you're high and then you crawl | Nothing is real | Save me, I'm torn again | There's no sense at all.
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Mono
04:25
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It's a battlefield without bodies | Inside shield | Observing what you said | I don't have a Tambourine | And no smile of circus clowns that were invited || Going out to repair | My sick old melody | You just left her to starve again | There's no warning signs in the shades | In my lonely raft setting sail || I have no strength to win | You were my Major Seven | A place to rest my head | Over the empty sheets | You scribbled a smiley face | That won't come off || Going out to repair... || Losing grip to the voice in my mind to speak.
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In A Sense
04:33
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Waiting for the rain | Slightly smile and stare | When fears turn to words | Help me to forget || Many years I've spent | Tried to do my best | Can you hear the sounds | All around they shine || In a sense | Silences never spoke | And we all just fearing the worse | And between | Chasing the loss and gain | Just to be me || I cannot find the words | Minor chords instead | In my empty cell | Waiting to be filled || In a sense... || My own fear | Is never to cross the gate | It's Killing me | I want to believe | That you will be waiting more | For the spring...
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Sticky Stain
03:25
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Slowly now it steps into your dreams | Like a sticky stain that won't come off | All around I feel it coming through | The trip of sane that's going nowhere | And you're there, riding with the wind | Hallucinating, feeling you're a king || Labyrinths now lead to nowhere | I realize there's a traitor | In my head I see it crumbles | I sneak away to my alter ego | And you're there, riding with the wind | Growing insane, what else we've been?
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To The Unknown
03:50
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Two steps from home | Turn away and heading down | To the unknown | Do I dare to let it go? || Pain Is the tears that flow | Pain is that thing that grows | We could be waiting more | What are we waiting for? | Look at the way we talk | Look at the chains we broke | Look at the wind that blows our feelings... || It’s just absurd | Mirrors tell you more than words | From the unknown | Hollow faces staring out... || Pain is the tears that flow | Pain is that thing that grows | We could be waiting more | What are we waiting for? | Look at the waves hang tall | Look how the sands leave shore | Look how we tear apart our demons.
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River Man
05:06
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Betty came by on her way | Said she had a word to say | About things today | And fallen leaves || Said she hadn't heard the news | Hadn't had the time to choose | A way to lose | But she believes || Gonna see the river man | Gonna tell him all I can | About the plan | For lilac time || If he tells me all he knows | About the way his river flows | And all night shows | In summertime || Betty said she prayed today | For the sky to blow away | Or maybe stay | She wasn't sure || For when she thought of summer rain | Calling for her mind again | She lost the pain | And stayed for more || Gonna to see the river man | Gonna to tell him all I can | About the ban | On feeling free || If he tells me all he knows | About the way his river flows | I don't suppose | It's meant for me || Oh, how they come and go.
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Autumn
03:25
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Tiny steps towards you | You always move | Mirror loss reflection | And blurred you stood | Riot in my head | Still points at you || Rails bear me to myself (High Tension, fear grows inside) | Face my interrogation (Eyes blinking sleep wanders off) || Funny how it turns | By knowing you | Heavy glow has shone | The rope is loose || Rails... try to find direction (High Tension, fear grows inside) | Chains… try to get redemption (I'm drifting, will not be drowned) || The Waves are high this time, and I can't be myself
| This autumn never ends | In derelict yard where I am placed | You know it's raining every day | Ain't it all seems like fate?
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Jozzef Be'Er Sheva, Israel
Indie folk-pop artist Jozzef draws his inspiration from top contemporary artists such as Nick Drake, Beck and many others, and the music he creates runs the full range from soft caresses to vibrant intensities. His rich melodies and meaningful lyrics are wrapped up in stunningly beautiful compositions, some of which feature mesmerizing string arrangements. ... more
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