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Better For Us
03:16
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As circumstance conspires to pull the rug from underneath our feet,
We find belief.
As cold hands pull at the walls of that which we once held so dear,
Things become clear.
Oh, my love, things will get better for us,
When someone says 'beauty' I think of anodyne Hollywood scenes,
But this is real.
Holding on to naught else than words repeating like a reel,
I start to feel:
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Six Immovable Lines
04:53
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And all I wanted to say,
Was that you complete me.
(Do I see through your eyes...)
And all that stood in my way,
(...six immovable lines?)
Was 2000 years of 'progress' -
Try to step outside of yourself.
Everybody hides,
Everybody seeks the light.
Don't turn a jigsaw piece,
Into the only way that's right.
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In Your Alms
04:06
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I sit and wait while the lights come on,
How come I've never thought of doing this before?
In your alms, in your alms.
A cushion here, a drink of water there,
Complete freedom but with complete love and care.
But what do these feelings mean,
If the world's still angled by the same degrees?
In your alms, in your alms.
(You get a little closer to it, sitting on the dining room chair,
You get a little nearer to it, plucking jewels right out of thin air.
You get a little closer to it, lying on the living room floor,
You get a little nearer to it, what he wants is what you want.
You gotta get it out there somehow,
It's bigger than the bedroom walls,
It's gotta bring some hope where there was none.)
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Please allow me to speak with a little honesty;
This one's from the heart.
Who's the God I know, and who's the one I don't?
Are they translations apart?
My head's spinning out
And out of control,
And now I have to know, now I have to know,
Tell me: what do I believe?
Living off dead birds,
Manna eaten carefully,
Where, Lord, is the feast?
I don't want dead words,
I only want you to speak - tell me what I believe.
My head's spinning out
And out of control,
And now I have to know, now I have to know,
Tell me: what do I believe?
Am I heathen or layman,
A child or self-appointed priest,
Revelation or is it pressure of norms bearing down on me?
Oh, there's seas of forgiveness and laughter and dancing feet,
All I want is to see you where you should be, so that I can breathe.
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John Pattison UK
I write songs in my loft, so I called them Loftstep. See?
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