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We are gonna build a bridge, so mighty high for all to see a bridge to cross this mighty stream, we are gonna build a bridge
Folks will come from all around, to see the bridge built in our town, we are gonna build a bridge, we are gonna build a bridge
We are gonna shut them down, their mighty plan for love and fun, their mighty parties beneath our sun, we gonna shut them down
Folks will come from all around to dance upon the fields of our town, we are gonna shut then down, we are gonna shut them down
We will swear to this, a mighty voice will scream so loud will crush the stones and the bridge fall down, we will swear to this
Strange folks will come gathering round to tear the broken will of this town, we will swear to this, we will swear to this
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Held together with pins
03:44
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Oh my darling, Mr White i can hardly recall when we built this house and painted gold upon the walls
We were so happy then dinning a la carte, but so my dear i've come to fear it's soon to fall apart
When will built this house so grand upon our deadly sins, oh my devil we never took the time to check through everything
On our death beds we shall repent for all these lovely things, for now i see my dear so clearly it's only held together, held together, it's only held together with pins.
The roof was made from the strongest steel dug from the deepest mines to hold at bay even the rainiest day and keep our precious things dry.
All the clocks and moving things maintained and well kept oiled, they kept us warm and ticking along stopped the mood from being spoiled.
On our death beds we shall repent for all these lovely things, for now I see my dear so clearly it's only held together, held together, it's only held together with pins.
The garden was picked and plucked no empty field was spared, we filled our pantries with corn and wheat with fruit and soda bread.
And the help was ever helped to much but trained to keep good time, kept comfortably numb kept under the thumb and forced to walk the line.
On our death beds we shall repent for all these lovely things, for now I see my dear so clearly it's only held together, held together, it's only held together with pins.
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Precipice
03:58
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You don't, don't know till it is gone you won't know what you have got, till it's gone, you won't know.
Born with a gift on the edge of the precipice like a god with a devils kiss.
I'm bewitched, I am torn, disdained, I am forlorn, it was mine once before, but it was taken and is mine no more, it is mine no more.
I gotta do more, it's slipping away everyday, you know what you've got, but a little's gone, a little's gone.
You've tightened your grip, stepped back from the precipice like a stray looking in.
I'm bewitched, but I am scorn, this curse, this crime is yours, it was mine once before, but it was taken and is mine no more.
I know, yes I know, I know it is gone, but I knew what I had, I knew what I had.
Loosened my grip, long seen the precipice, I can taste the devils kiss.
I was bewitched, I was in love, I was grace, I was touched, it was mine once before, I was a god but it's mine no more, it is mine no more.
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Behind the veil
02:59
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I'm a winters song I am a tale, Apollonian prose in a minor scale.
The whispered weeping of the willow tree, the painted grace of my soliloquy.
You're the overture to the pantomime, endearing pretext to the silent mind.
I burden not the needle with a thread, machiavellian bells from the coffin bed.
I'm the turn of a head, a thought recalled, the greatest story to end them all.
Lifes faithful adoring bride, the constant dream, the great divide.
The air the rose, the waterfall, I proclaim them yours and forevermore.
You become the prose, you become the tale, the gallant lead behind the veil.
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Burn it down
03:27
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I know tomorrow I'm gonna be nothing in this town, but today I can make you pay.....
I'm gonna take my time to get my pound of flesh
I'm gonna suck in the smoky breeze, get the town on it's knees in its sunday best
I'm gonna take it to the man, I'm on a gold bar rush
I'm gonna take my chance to see those women dance and make the old men blush
I know tomorrow I'm gonna be nothing in this town, but today I can make you pay, I'm gonna burn it down
I've been waiting to throw this stone and let the ripples flood your lands
I'm gonna burn it slow then let the panic grow cause I know I can
I'm gonna take it all, bring out your bravest, they won't touch me
It's time to make your people cry, what's yours is mine and my armies'
Who's your authority, who's the king of this town
Yes it's me, yes it's me I'm gonna burn it down
I know tomorrow I'm gonna be nothing in this town, but today I can make you pay, I'm gonna burn it down
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Across the grey sullen clouds around, the waves that roll the ships in bound
Fallen is the fog that cloaks boat masts as cast are the anchors of the past
Giant are the creatures that dwell there below, slowly they circle, scales flicker and glow
In the dark they await for bodies to fall, received are all, received are all
Such is the tale of many at sea, home on the shore waits a lover to be
Lost to the water the ocean his fate, by the watery gates for the fisherman she waits
Weary that leave the shore, the moor, than many of them won't return on board
It spits and swells and drenches the decks, infects the minds and slippens the nets
Giant are the bodies that dwell there below, weak are their struggles till they slumber and sleep
In the dark they await for nets be full, received are all, received are all
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Imaginary numbers
02:57
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Hey my little girl lost in all your pearls, now they're gone, let them be gone
Just pretty shiny things, like copper coins of kings, now they're gone, let them be gone
We might be better off without them, their sparkling little wonders
They are just imaginary numbers
We made them all up, we can surely make them stop
and be gone, let them be gone
We might be better off without them, their sparkling little wonders
They are just imaginary numbers
Now they're gone, let them be gone
You don't have to believe in everything you read
For they're just imaginary numbers
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Mama
03:15
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Mama you were born a kitten, cuddely, soft and warm
No matter how much I love you, love you, love you
your flowers tend to flourish on their own
Seeing they can not go on without you, we must have a common tale to tell
Mama were you made of angels' goldylockin hair, on a whim
How did they think that you would go unnoticed whilst you are wandering with the thieves and their sins
In the early hours of the morning when you think there's no one else in sight
copying the deeds we do in daytime, weathering the wings you wear at night
Mama
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Capercaillie
04:56
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I saw the capercaillie play today
it took a while in pain to come as close as this
so close that I could almost touch it
The moss was humid and extremely green
the air so crisp and cold
the silence of the woods was broken by pops and drumrolls, listen
You see I never met a bird like that
a black hole in the green delight
absorbing my entire sight
made me feel so naked flat
My heart was staggering with hefty pounds
tears rose up to fill my eyes
for once it happened in my life
I met a beauty without bounds
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Goodbye boy
02:07
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Goodbye
goodbye boy
thank you for coming and staying for a while
Goodbye boy
goodbye
exit the stage with a wink and a smile
Goodbye boy
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House Of Trees Sweden
House Of Trees is the composition and performance work of Rob Coe, Djamila Skoglund Voss, Sarah Anderson and Helena Sköld
The work ranges from artistic collaborations and soundtrack composition to songwriting and performing.
See more at: www.houseoftrees.net
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