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King Of The Fools
05:10
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Through the dusk we will ride, though the dark in your eyes still live. And through all that we’ve been, can we still exist as friends? The wall that we wanted to build, yet all that we got was the guilt. We’re melting down.
So I’ve got my name when you crowned me king of the fools.
To meet you, to know you, is giving a part of me away. The proud, the fool, the coward and the cruel. To meet you, to know you, is giving a part of me away, yet to hold you, and feel you is all that I need now.
The heads on the wall, they’re trophies to keep, too scar. But the trophies, they rot. And your hearts all I’ve got to keep.
To meet you, to know you, is giving a part of me away. The proud, the fool, the coward and the cruel. To meet you, to know you, is giving a part of me away, yet to hold you, and feel you is all that I need now.
We’re just living for it all, take one away and we will fall. We’re just living for it all. We’re just living for it all, take one away and we will fall. We’re just living.
We’re melting down, to one. Yeah, we’re melting down, to one.
To meet you, to know you, is giving a part of me away. The proud, the fool, the coward and the cruel. To meet you, to know you, is giving a part of me away, yet to hold you, and feel you is all that I need.
To meet you, to know you, is giving a part of me away. The proud, the fool, the coward and the cruel. To meet you, to know you, is giving a part of me away, yet to hold you, and feel you is all that I need now.
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Love Is A Riot
04:44
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Well, the ride it goes just like always, and though my heart is close you’ve got your own pace. And the free speech that the living has, I choose not to, not to grasp.
Your liberty of expression goes until it reaches my hand. All the foolish things that I never do, I will regret them far from you.
Love is a riot, ´cause the morning never fails to tear the dawn.
Love is a liar, ´cause I fell you burn for all that’s gone.
Yet love is a fighter ´cause you can’t give up the first time you feel the ground. Soon you’ll be found.
Love is a riot, ´cause you never know how the words are going to fit.
Love is a killer, ´cause there’s no coming back from it.
Love is so quiet, ´cause the lucky ones don’t ever make a sound. Loving the killer, yet you’re hiding from the sun.
Well, I can’t wait for time to move, just a little faster, closer to you. You may speak your mind and lay your laws, but they won’t move me. I’m still yours.
Your liberty of expression goes until it reaches my hand. All these foolish things that I never do, I will regret them far from you.
Love is a riot, ´cause the morning never fails to tear the dawn.
Love is a liar, ´cause I fell you burn for all that’s gone.
Yet love is a fighter ´cause you can’t give up the first time you feel the ground. Soon you’ll be found.
Love is a riot, ´cause you never know how the words are going to fit.
Love is a killer, ´cause there’s no coming back from it.
Love is so quiet, ´cause the lucky ones don’t ever make a sound. Loving the killer, yet you’re hiding from the sun.
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Hero Syndrome
04:16
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Dig up those feelings, they were never gone. Make all the heathens pray for a bond. The hero syndrome causes pain, and I can’t make you fall in love again, but when.
Just calm down, I’ll be the villain. The further we can go, ‘cause the rain will never slow us down for long. It’s cold in the river, yet the ice will make you shiver; now you’re home, bare bones.
You left your whispers, soon they’ll be gone. You’re just a reflection of the ones you’re among. Yet the hero syndrome causes pain, and I will make you fall in love again, just when. Seeing just how far you’ve come, it’s hard to picture us beside our love, for now, for long.
Just calm down, I’ll be the villain. The further we can go; the rain will never slow us down for long. It’s cold in the river, yet the eyes make you shiver; now you’re home, bare bones.
Love is elusive, so swallow your pride. We’re up to our knees now, so just feel the tide.
So manifest your destiny, acknowledging it’s just as real to me. You’ll see. Seeing just what we’ve become it’s hard to picture us beside our love, for now, for long.
Just calm down, I’ll be the villain. The further we can go, 'cause the rain will never slow us down for long. It’s cold in the river, yet the ice make you shiver; now you’re home, bare bones.
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The Free Folk
04:42
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Five days of longing though you’re here, and I can’t tell you how it feels. Each ride home feels like a mirror, it reflects all of my fears.
We’re joining the free folk tonight. Yeah, we’re loosing our minds for this fight. How could you sleep alive, while we’re joining the free folk tonight?
So what the hell is wrong with me? I don’t know but I love it, know that I love it. All I ever know is told, but you’re close to me and all I needed.
In the distance someone’s knocking on my door, but I won’t answer anymore. Because right now, all I ever want to do, is to drown in all of you.
We’re joining the free folk tonight. Yeah, we’re loosing our minds for this fight. How could you sleep alive, while we’re joining the free folk tonight?
Five days, but we’re not even close to where we’d be within a year.
So what the hell is wrong with me? I don’t know but I love it, know that I love it. All I ever know is told, but you’re close to me and all I needed.
We’re joining the free folk tonight. Yeah, we’re loosing our minds for this fight. How could you sleep alive, while we’re joining the free folk tonight? We’re joining the free folk tonight.
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The Man Who Cut My Wings
04:35
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When my dust fills the sky, please don’t feel obliged. The maker of this greed, lover, hear my plea. One foot touch heaven, the other lingers in hell.
Curse the man who cut my wings. As I wander you lay still. Break me down and make me beg for you. Now I’m well, but it tears this shell.
I can barely climb this hill, as you move mountains with your will. And in the cold of this maze, do not mistake me for grace.
Curse the man who cut my wings. As I wander you lay still. Break me down and make me beg for you. Now I’m well, but it tears this shell.
With the body you’re dealt, leave the rest for me. The lover’s cry. Time is nigh, to leave.
One foot touch heaven, the other lingers in hell. Make your call.
Curse the man who cut my wings. As I wander you lay still. Break me down and make me beg for you. Now I’m well, but it tears this shell.
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Everything
03:38
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I watch the summer grow old and the nature mold, but all remains. As the seasons they pass and the days of grass, the winter stays here.
But I’ll try to be your everything, and I’ll stay by your side through anything, Because I need us to be more than this.
And though the tumbleweeds roll in these streets so cold, I press it all close. The only thing that will tear, the only thing that I’ll swear, it’s the test of time.
I’ll try to be your everything, and I’ll stay by your side through anything, Because I need us to be more than this.
How can you say that you feel the burning when you, you can’t feel a thing. And how can you claim that there’s no tomorrow when we’re, we’re already there.
But I’ll try to be your everything, and I’ll stay by your side through anything,Because I need us to be more than this.
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7. |
Present Memories
04:00
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All of these ironies soon will show the beast in me. And all of your, your heavy chores, they will lift, then will you go? So go through the day and all that you crave. I’ll never ask why you stay. And go through the years, throw them like spears. Bury your face and hide the tears.
Build me up to let me down. I’ve dragged myself into this one. Now I’m more than I can be with these present memories.
And now when it’s torn, and now when you’ve mourned. Is this what you want? Is this how you’ve grown? Keep all of those, memories close. They will fade if you chose.
Build me up to let me down. I’ve dragged myself into this one. Now I’m more than I can be with these present memories.
And now when it’s torn, and now when you’ve mourned. Is this what you want? Is this how you’ve grown? So keep all of those, memories close. They will fade if you chose.
Build me up to let me down. I’ve dragged myself into this one. Now I’m more than I can be with these present memories.
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8. |
I'm Cold
04:07
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Soon I’ll rise, as cold as frost. Hide your feelings if you must. All the things we swore, still you built your house and locked the door.
Why do I wake up if I’m asleep? Why do I face it, your eyes on me? All that I am now is what’s left of you and I’m cold.
The world is cruel, but the words of a fool. It always comes right back to you. Comprehend the will of men. All that I want is to mend.
Why do I wake up if I’m asleep? Why do I face it, your eyes on me? All that I am now is what’s left of you and I’m cold.
Why do I wake up if I’m asleep? Why do I face it, your eyes on me? Make all the words count, because when I’m alone I’m cold. When I’m alone I’m cold.
The wall I’ve built, it may be of trash. But you’d let me burn to be king of the ash. For the while my heart was yours, you ripped it out with no remorse.
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9. |
Letter To The Unknown
04:07
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Someday when you’ll go knocking that door, I will be quiet and say nothing more but a couple of jokes, see through the mask. Hiding reflections and showing some smiles. So I write my letters to the unknown, press down the seal and hide ‘til the mourn. The letters are filled with unwritten words and sentences I only say when unheard.
We’ve got nothing but time, yet you can’t even wait to be young. Take your time to crawl and then walk to see how grace is defined by law.
Talking is silver and listening is gold. I took the bronze each time you were gone, yet the ruler is known for making the rules, and I still refuse to see you a fool. Now we’re blind leading blind through the dust of my dream, balancing feelings and ripping the seeds. Seeds that you planted with light in the dark, now I beg you to see me you just need a spark.
We’ve got nothing but time, yet you can’t even wait to be young. Take your time to crawl and then walk to see how grace is defined
by law.
Everything remains the way it never was. All I knew keeps changing into the same. Every step I take on stones solid grey. Well, all I knew keeps changing into the same.
We’ve got nothing but time, yet you can’t even wait to be young. Take your time to crawl and then walk to see how grace is defined by law. Yeah grace is defined by law.
Someday when you’ll go read the unknown, all you will know is what I choose to show, yet somehow when you’ll go knocking that door, I won’t be quiet, you’ll surely hear my roar.
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10. |
Head And Heart
04:28
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You’re going away. Yeah you’re going away. Feeling the call and missing us all. You’re going away. No words will be thrown. Please, tell me I’m wrong. ‘Cause recently shown, oh, troubles be gone. Your words will be thrown.
In the darkest days only breathing is a fight, through the brightest nights when you truly feel alive. You’re alive.
Old heads and hearts, time will keep us apart. I’ve always known, soon you’ll be gone. Old heads and hearts. These words might seem cold. The truth, it is never told. Leaving this town and this fucking crown. These words are cold.
In the darkest days only breathing is a fight, through the brightest nights when you truly feel alive.
You’ll decide which holy home you’ll keep in mind. And align the head and the heart, the wounds and scars of ours. Yeah, remind the voice in your head you’ll keep alive of the sign. The head and the heart, the wounds and scars of ours. The head and the heart, the wounds and scars of ours. The head and the heart, the wounds and scars of ours.
Well I know that I can’t recollect all the memories I kept in my head. And the tune that I thought that I knew, now nostalgia seems to be dead. All I remember is that I can’t recall, no.
You’re going away. You’re going away. Surely you’ll grow, a sight to behold, but you’re going away.
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Erik Olsson Ockelbo, Sweden
I'm a twenty year old Swedish singer/songwriter/producer who focuses deeply on the reason and cohesiveness between the
lyrics and overall meaning of my compositions. Despite that sentence, I try not to take myself to seriously. I'm an independent musician at the moment, and I produce all of the tracks myself.
Photo: Mattias Färnstrand
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