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Tear Off My Mask
04:37
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So you think that you know me? Maybe you like me, maybe you think I’m far too dry. Maybe you hate the way I look or speak or sing. But I wonder if only the norm, was to look beyond the storm and see the blue skies start to form. Then maybe the stars would seem much brighter than before. Cause in this cold world, lit by screens, no-ones what they seem. Our Insta-lives viewed through a rose-tinted hue like we’re living in a dream. Soon you’ll never wake up! You’ll remain in that digital brain refreshing the pages over and over. Look over your shoulder and run for the hills. Build a fortress around yourself piled up with pills and the walls will stand fast, to all who should ask, if you cover up your face with a thin sheet of glass. Solitude is fortitude until the walls envelope you so Tear off my mask and free me at last. So I can see clearly. The enemy you know, is a much kinder foe than the voices inside of you ripping out your soul. I want you to know me, I want you to see. I want to show whats underneath but its buried deep within, under six layers of skin made of fear and neuroses and loneliness and sin. But you know that everyones alone. We’re a generation with expectations of Californian Gold. And yes, I know that theres no such thing as true revolution. But I want to be heard. Yes, I want to be heard. So won’t you tear off my mask and free me at last, so I can see clearly. The enemy you know, is a much kinder foe than the voices inside of you ripping out your soul. I want you to know me I want you to see. I want to show whats underneath but its buried deep within, under six layers of skin made of fear and neuroses and loneliness and sin. Tear me from this self-inflicted prison, and love me for who I am. Show me how to love myself. I just don’t know where to begin.
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This City
05:02
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Three years have passed since you and I last felt that country air in our hair, and a world without care. And though we’re apart how we feel in our hearts hasn’t changed, hasn’t faltered, though our lives have been altered. So I’ll say don’t go changing baby, you know its a strange old world out there. But all I’m hearing lately is how your world is boring you to death. And I love you all the same but we can’t play this game no more. When all that I am is taken for granted. All that I sew, flooded when planted. But I just can’t tell if we’re drifting apart or if distance has ruptured this rift in our hearts but we need to get some air. And all that I know is this city, This city’s for me. You’re scared into staying at home where its paying but I know that its hurting you. So you work and you work just trying to make it through. Your friends have all left and you find yourself bereft despising aspirations of all those spread across the nation. So don’t go changing baby, you know its a strange old world out there. Don’t go baby. Cause you know oh how I love you all the same, but we can’t play this game. And I thought that we could win, but the winning days have been. On the day I went away you should have made me say goodbye. All that I am is taken for granted. All that I sew, flooded when planted. But I just can’t tell if we’re drifting apart or if distance has ruptured this rift in our hearts but we need to get some air. And all that I know is this city, This city’s for me.
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Superman Suit
05:04
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The lights went out, the earth went cold. The kind of darkness thats a thousand years old. Cause when the sun goes out, even the moon doesn’t shine, but theres still a day. A room of old but un-owned clothes spread out before a young boys eyes. Thread once that warmed the world now lay forgotten on the ground to stay. The boy picked up the wool and said I can’t go on this way. Come on my dear, put on your superman suit. You don’t need a cape, a mask or even boots. Yes I know that It itches. Yes I know it needs some stitches. But its all you need to change this cruel world. That superman suit. And as the tears came streaming down his face, he remembered how the apparell felt in her solacing embrace. How the fibre scratched at his raw skin, even so he pulled her closer in. And thats when he knew what to do, the sleeves on first then put his head through. And there in the mirror she stood looking back at me. Come on my dear, put on your superman suit. You don’t need a cape, a mask or even boots. Yes I know that It itches. Yes I know it needs some stitches. But its all you need to change this cruel world. That superman suit. Heroes are made they are not born, well this ones made from a ball of yarn. And though out there the world looks bleak, inside we’ll be warm this week. Cause though our hero from this world’s now gone, through us she will live on. Come on my dear, put on your superman suit. You don’t need a cape, a mask or even boots. Yes I know that It itches. Yes I know it needs some stitches. But its all you need to change this cruel world. That superman suit.
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The Bluebonic Plague
06:37
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Contagion overnight, at least thats how it seemed. I awoke, unaware there was shouting in the streets: Crying “Burn all the bridges and board the boats to the sea. The countrys infected and they’ll not infect me.” They’ll not infect me with the lies of our fiscal demise, in their pinstriped suits with their dollar figure eyes preaching “Turn on your brothers, the old and the weak.” While their cronies sneak around the back: Attack, repeal, repeat and now theres nothing you can do, theres nothing you can say that they don’t know. Does thou see the depths of my despair when those at the top refuse to share. When apathy and greed turns to anarchy in need I’ll be there, yes I’ll be there. And we’ll gather the infected and tie them to a pyre, and we’ll burn that blue plague with a red and yellow fire yes we’ll burn that blue plague with a red and yellow fire. I wrote a message on the day the infected it showed little blue dots and the way they’re connected. It spread like the virus that it represented and it felt like the whole world was opposed. And the thought of another five years makes me wonder, do they know or do they care if we’re governed by monsters. Do you know or do you care? If we’re governed by… Does thou see the depths of my despair when those at the top refuse to share. When apathy and greed turns to anarchy in need I’ll be there, yes I’ll be there. And we’ll gather the infected and tie them to a pyre, and we’ll burn that blue plague with a red and yellow fire yes we’ll burn that blue plague. And you know it will be such a pretty flame with a red and yellow fire when we burn that blue plague.
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Logans Runners Manchester, UK
Logans Runners is the brain child of Manchester working musician Liam Mullany. While playing keys for many of Manchester's top acts ranging from Drum and Bass to Jazz, Liam leads an exciting progressive folk 5 piece that promises thick vocal harmonies and dramatic string lines. The addition of Rosalie Warner on harp and vocals brings a haunting beauty to the group ... more
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