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Hot Lisbon Nights (2023)
03:17
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I was stumbling down on Pink Street
Full of wine and fire
Hadn’t slept in 7 days
And the nights were lit ablaze
Took a break upon the tiles
Kissed the salty air
Laughed of all the lies I heard
Outside of Rossio Square
They sailed the open seas
Once upon a time
They kissed on these balconies
With breath flavored of this same red wine
Into the night they would run
In the cool, dim light
Just to breathe their fire
Into hot Lisbon nights
Toasted strangers on Spanish tile
While blurring memories
Rose and stood, in Ajudo neighborhood
And rocked and reeled for real
And just like them we run again
Into the cool, neon light
And once more breathing fire
Into hot Lisbon nights
Into the light we stumble in
cantar com o coro (sing with the choir)
another verse, lest we be cursed
in the hot Lisbon night
I was stumbling down on Pink Street
Dreading the morning light
Eventually the plane must board
And I leave these hot Lisbon nights
mais uma bebida (one more drink)
to cool off
tomorrow I must leave you, but now
HOT
LISBON
NIGHTS
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Song 10
04:11
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I did my best work before I woke up
It wasn’t’ what I wanted, but it was what I got, and I guess that’s ok.
We’ll all smile and say good morning as we suck it in, this feeling that we will win, no matter what
But I feel like I’m holding back how I really feel and it’s a really real feel that I’m swallowing down and saving for later
But a second from now later is as later does and later is as later now was but it bites more that I thought…that I thought it ever would
A new chance to wake up the wings and let them
go out and Flutter and sing
Open, closed…do they ring
We can all sing, We can all sing (we can all)
Sing a new song
If We Let It Rise
We let It Guide
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3. |
the Minute We're Born
03:22
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It comes down from the mountain
from the highest high
it comes down raining fire
and still we ask for more
He is the people, and the people are of him
what happens, it just is:
weapons/words?
Words secured.
Womb to cradle, mouth to floor
They always go for the noose
Words as bullets, spitting fire
They always go for the noose
What's born must die
what dies must rest
What burns what return...
Who cleans this mess?
It comes down from the mountain
from the highest high
it comes down raining fire
and still we ask for more
Womb to cradle, mouth to floor
They always go for the noose
Words as bullets, spitting fire
They always go for the noose
What's born must die.
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