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turn the music on and swing
take your laughters for a walk
change the colour of your hair
and tell them that your on the leave
and that you'll wait for them upstream

cos' nothing's wrong these days
and your an artist in the finest place
you gonna paint the faces that you love
you gonna shout:
"i really have enough of - hanging around, hanging around like this"

picture this - when darkness turns to
grey, and you think alright alright
wasn't doing better with darkness
kill darkness!

everything is holy now
everyday is in eternity
i can hear my brutal howl
as an echo on the way
as it slowly fades away

picture this - when darkness turns to
grey, and you think alright alright
wasn't doing better with darkness
kill darkness!

blue blobs will carry you home
when you feel that you've been gone
for too long just right on your own

swimmers swoop down through the rain
to ease the red coloured pain
you've been stumbling through thousands of songs
and keep wondering to whom it all belongs

they say it's all dark now cos' sadness will sell
but when it comes to the point it's not what they tell
so don't trust the myths and symbols they spread
when i lie here with you i guess it can't be that bad

take me to the place i wanna be
cos' something deep inside
just makes me scream
and if i go i stay until i go - you can never fight this feeling

freedom seems so hard to achieve
when there's a whole bunch of things
that spoil your sweet dreams
but blue blobs will carry you home
when you feel you've been gone for too long

they say it's all dark now cos' sadness will sell...

So, so this is it. Trying to get it all right. Trying to drum it all away. No keys to be found.

So, so this is it. Trying to strum it all away. With all my strength. No keys to be found.

I'm essentially keyless. And i'm still going on. On deep tunes.
I'm essentially keyless. And i'm still going on.
I'm essentially keyless. And i'm still going on.
No way to blur me out.

So, so this is it. Trying to crash into you. Singing "sorry somehow".
No keys to be found.

So, so this is it. Drifting on Missouri river, watching skies go by. No keys to be

So, so this is it. So much to doubt. So much to trash about. No keys to be
So, so this is it. But i can see no reason for me to break down.

I'm essentially keyless. And i'm still going on. On deep tunes.
I'm essentially keyless. And i'm still going on.
I'm essentially keyless. And i'm still going on.
No way to blur me out.

Red lights on. Clicking through a white slide show, beautifully white.
I don't have any of the answers.
But go. Take these broken tunes. Go, care for your broken love. Go, keyless go!

tell me what you're doing
tell me what i'm doing
i am calculating
there's no explanation
you can talk until you're blue
just how much bluer can i get

can you sing in silence
can you sing a silent tune
pull the shades down
turn of all the remnants of your gloom
do you understand this
who would recognize us now
i don't know - no i don't know

there's a flaky painting
on the back of my guitar
and all the liquor in my head
runs in cleansing currents
through the daytime i feel dazed
and what a dead end street is this

can you sing in silence....