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Burning Black
02:53
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Up against a hotel lobby wall, red-rimmed eyes,
last week's denim, and your name just a sound come off my tongue.
You didn't recognise me, just a stranger among strangers,
voices clanging off the polished walls like guns.
You've been fueling that fire for a while now and it's only burning black.
GUITAR SOLO 1
Tread heavy on the sidewalk, step on all the cracks.
One, two, buckle your shoe - you won't be coming back.
Raise your glass, a drink to health and wealth and whatever else.
You can be everything to everyone and nothing to yourself.
You've been fueling that fire for a while now and it's only burning black.
GUITAR SOLO 2
Open skies above all our bonfire nights of youth,
glowing embers, dancing shadows with nothing yet to lose.
What choices have been made in times when darkness came to call
that left you up against a hotel lobby wall?
You've been fueling that fire for a while now and it's only burning black.
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idiot kid.
02:47
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ran a red light stayed up all night
stole a bottle from a bar
jagged music cut through cold air
in a hand-me-down car
when the sun goes down
start calling people up
days amount to nothing
and nights blur to grey
it doesn’t mean anything
but isn’t that the way?
Friday parking lot promise
though both of you know you’ll never stay
sweet intoxication and its murky old temptations
wait ‘til she turns her back then slip away (into the shadows)
and though you’re out here always
the streets don’t know your name
and your days amount to nothing
man, your nights blur to grey
and it doesn’t mean anything
at least that’s what you say
dressed up in disregard
time will tear you down.
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Small Mercies
04:18
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It’s getting late, and I should go home but
there’s nothing there for me except being alone
She’ll be asleep – or she’ll just pretend
We go through this tired routine time and again.
It’s nothing different, it’s just how we are
So much is unspoken when it comes to the heart
It could be we’re afraid of what we might say
Maybe there’ll come a time, but not today
We raised a family – now the kids are all grown
Each one facing life out on their own
It gives us something to talk about – we say they’re all doing well
You learn in time it’s not just about yourself
There’s a song on the radio behind the bar
Takes me back to those days – my first love, my first car
Out driving towards some future that I couldn’t dream
No I’m not a believer, but thank God for small mercies
It’s getting late, and I should go home.
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4. |
three
01:52
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5. |
Before
02:51
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People were strange, and took pleasure in things unusual
In the years before you were born
Colours all hung muted, and the music strange
They had funny haircuts, clothes and silly names
Such a world inconceivable that turned, and it turned, and it turned
In the years before you were born
MELODICA SOLO
People were strange, and took pleasure in things unusual
But still had families, houses and weekends, laughter and love
Though it looked so different, life was much the same
In the years before you were born
In the years before you were born.
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Colder
03:08
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The days are getting colder, pushing through the year
We gaze out of our windows, praying the rain will disappear
It’s feeling so much colder.
It’s so much colder this year.
The days are getting shorter – light creeps in, then out of here
We spend each waking moment seeking warmth and comfort where
There’s only rain and windswept hours. It’s so much colder this year.
Just as the sun tires, so do I.
We all need time to hide.
So I don’t mind the rain now and then.
It gives me time to start over again.
The late nights; so much earlier.
One last cigarette in the rain.
A tired goodnight spoken.
Dim the lights on our fears and our shame.
We’re all a little older, and it’s so much colder this year.
Just as the sun tires, so do I.
We all need time to hide.
So I don’t mind the rain now and then.
GUITAR SOLO
Just as the sun tires, so do I.
We all need time to hide.
So I don’t mind the rain now and then.
It gives me time to start over again.
God knows we’re all a little older,
and it’s so much colder.
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Pin
03:59
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It's hard to tell her that it's alright when I just want to hear the same
For so long our love was a refuge. Now it's letting in the rain
Imaginary conversations; God knows I've had them all
And while it breaks my heart to let you down,
you stood back and let us fall
Don't know what I'll do without you. I'm not sure who I'll try to be.
And what of you? Will you be alright?
Questions are all I see.
Maybe in time we'll revisit these ruins that now we leave.
And see not just the bones of a heartbreak,
but the shaping of who we'd be.
We'll see not just the bones of a heartbreak,
but the shaping of who we'd be.
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Bluebird Avenue Auckland, New Zealand
Bluebird Avenue is an alternative act from Auckland, New Zealand. Having played music together since 2005, they began writing, recording & performing as Bluebird Avenue in 2011. Since then, their music has been featured in numerous international music blogs, earned them 'Soundclouder of the Day' and has been performed in all sorts of interesting venues. They released two EPs on November 1st 2013. ... more
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