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HOPE
04:29
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A story already told.
A script with the same old lines.
In which that helpless one is shut out and left behind.
The colour of your skin
or your unlucky fate
can sentence you to death even whether you went straight.
“Are you the last one left in line?
I got no time for you“.
In this world, so deaf and blind,
you become refuse.
“No gloves and mask for you.
Get by on your own.
Say a prayer and cross yourself getting back out there, alone“.
The kindness fades away
into the coming night
Hatred blows away
that last feeble light.
The hope in better days is on the line.
Inside your humble home,
Thinking that’s unfair.
When you feel alone,
brother, I’ll be there.
I won’t look the other way.
I won’t ignore that call.
I won’t waste another day,
waitin’ for our fall.
The hope in better days is on the line.
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ON MY FACE
03:40
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There was a time when I felt like a riverbed.
So dry even the stones ran away.
I tried to walk the line, going straight ahead,
picking up my pieces along the way.
But today I am walking down
a sunny street in a hidden lonely place.
Within the morning light, you appear and then I feel
the breeze of your soul on my face.
There was a time when I felt like an empty road
with no shout of children anymore.
I tried to carry on with that heavy load.
“Loneliness” was written on my door.
But today I am walking down
a street in bloom, blessed by your grace.
Within the morning light, you smile at me, and then I feel
the breeze of your soul on my face.
My past won’t drag me down.
The snake will remain under the stone.
Your love will be all around
And I won’t be alone.
Never alone.
Tomorrow I will walk down
the streets where your love left a trace.
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3. |
NEXT TO YOU
04:02
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AROUND THE BEND
04:36
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There’s something new around the bend
A brand new chance that I can’t see
After all the blood and tears along the way
A feeble whisper hard to hear
Awaited words hard to believe
Painful losses faced day by day
All that I hope is to settle down
All that I need is a peaceful place
All that I want is to lie down
And dream. Your smiling face.
The sun was high when I locked the door
Inside my bag regrets and pain
Into my head the words I would have said
The pick-up was plowing through the mud
The nothing on this nowhere road
I thought this roaming would never have had an end
All that I hope is…
Another town on the road, another work to find
Another hovel as home with all our memories in my mind
Another night all alone with an empty glass in my hand
Thinking that our life could have waited around the bend
Here the days slowly die
Like a beaten dog into a ditch
Good just for a picture on your phone
But my faith is strong and the road is long
The hand of God is full of love
And I might find a new town never known
All that I hope is…
My bags are ready for the end.
The night is quiet I go to sleep.
A new sun is rising up around the bend.
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5. |
TRAGIC SPELL
03:33
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Time is slipping away.
Life is fading to grey.
A senseless run towards a deadly fall.
Are we lost on a road of no return?
I’m tired of reading the news
‘cause no one will walk in my shoes.
Hateful words are poisoning our well.
Who can break this tragic spell?
The horizon is falling down.
The truth is raped and lies on the ground.
When you find out you’re only a pawn in their game
maybe you’ll wake up and feel some shame.
You can persist with your tale.
I know that it’s bound to fail.
Your spits and your scorn are going to fade away
and it’ll come again a brand new day.
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6. |
SAD TIMES
04:09
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Today I wake up and I won’t do anything but eat.
What do they know about this endless hole of love?
For them, I’m only a funny fat rag doll to beat.
Till the world turns to stone.
Today I wake up and I feel my clothes are wrong.
And I feel them burning in my bones.
I know I will be scorned for so long.
Till the world turns to stone.
But there’s a place out of town,
Under that old oak tree.
Where you can wait, lying down, wild and free.
Till the world turns to stone.
I see the smoke rising high.
It draws a black dead sun.
Under a dark starless night
for them, it sounds like fun
that the world turns to stone.
But tonight, upon that hill,
under a peaceful moonlight.
When the tears of God stand still.
I’ll wish you a last goodnight
before the world turns to stone.
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Can a lonely child find a peaceful place?
Can a beaten man run into a friendly face?
Can a restless soul bathe into a holy sea?
Can a blinded heart go back to see?
There is no more time. No excuse today
The only thing I know
Love’s the only way
Can a raped life have an answer just and strong?
Can an abused child ever sing a joyful song?
Can a stone-deaf world find back what it’s lost?
Can a wise old truth be saved at any cost?
The light of the dawn bodes a brand new day.
The only thing I know.
Love’s the only way.
Outside life is still, waitin’ for a sign.
A fresh wind, today, brings a new daylight.
Love’s the only way.
Can a dreadful time burn into a healing fire?
Can a childish shame be left to dry out on a wire?
Can a night of tears turn into a hopeful morn?
Can a grown-up man see with eyes of a newborn?
The last ray of light begins to fade away.
The only thing I know
Love’s the only way.
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The days go by. A freezing wind outside
bodes another lonely Christmas time
Holding back the tears I never cried
I feel that scary fear crossing my spine.
The day is just a painful endless waiting
of a dawn that brings hope to this old heart.
The night is just a black hole. The sky is breaking.
That ghost is here to rip my life apart.
But before I fall
I’ll be on the battlefield
to keep you away from it all
Every morn the ringing of that old bell
catches me in the dark already awake.
A shower is not enough to wash away that rank smell.
Please, tell me my Good Lord, what’s my mistake.
In your voice, I know I’ll find a reason.
In your happiness, I’ll find a way.
In the flight of that crane, I see a new season.
Your love reborn will brighten up my day.
But before I fall
I’ll be on the battlefield
to keep you away from it all.
The dreamer will be healed.
So tonight,
when I close my eyes,
I’ll hold you tight.
Flying through starry and blessed skies.
But before I fall…
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9. |
30 SILVER COINS
04:55
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I don’t know when we got lost along the way
Selling our soul out to the swindler of the day
Selfishness, rage, blindness, and hate
as if all this downfall is a cruel twist of fate
So I get my things before daylight
before the last nightingale takes flight
I pack my bag before the rain comes to wash this land
I don’t know when that bright light went down
When the self-respect has been left to drown
When did we trade our love for mother earth?
30 silver coins. Is that all our worth?
So I get my things before daylight
before the last nightingale takes flight
I pack my bag before the rain
There’s something insane
on this train through the night
A barren land will remain
I need your lips tonight
In this empty road
Just my breath resounds
Here my soul explodes
No one around
A secret will unfold
So, I get my things…
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BEFORE IT RAINS
05:22
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All around a sea of hate
In that TV show another dreadful debate
“I’m a good man of God,
and man, that’s for sure
But I don’t f****ng care of a dead child, facedown on the shore”
A storm is coming down
Outside, the town’s in flames
C’mon raise our voice once again
Before it rains
A deadly rain
“I am not a racist at all
But you, stay away from here,
this is my home”
“When walls rise all around
and hateful winds blow
I’ll be the only judge
in this new jungle law”
Yet still, there will be a day
When we came back to use those words
Words like help, faith, hope, and love.
Someday.
Maybe one day.
A storm is coming down
Outside, the town’s in flames
C’mon raise our voice once again
Before it rains
A deadly rain
Of blood and pain
Insane
A deadly rain
Once again, And again. And again…
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JUST A MATTER OF TIME
03:55
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You look so happy walking in your shoes.
So fierce with those who don’t think like you.
Who f****ng cares if one day they’ll knock on your door
to take your world away and something more.
You’re happy in your life in black and white.
But I can see a grey tomorrow in sight.
When it could be too late to defend our free world
and the free will shall be empty words.
A ship heading straight for the waterfall.
Let's dance and unleash before the deadly downfall.
It will come a day when you are in their sights
and it will be too late to leave the line.
It’s just a matter of time.
The beast is here, in search of blood.
Thirsty and cruel, she wanders in the mud.
Not enough, she wants more and more.
No one can stay alive in her dirty war.
A ship headed straight….
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12. |
A NEW DAY'S GONNA COME
05:29
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The night passes slowly, devils rise from within
In the dark, wet, and lonely, I’m caught in between
In between two myselves that drag me away
I ask for a help before that light slips away
The past hits very hard ‘til I feel crushed on the ground
It shows no regard for the answers I found
Outside a bird on the wire brings a message of hope in the rain
I get up weak and tired for a night spent on the field
Fighting ‘til the last breath to reach that safe hill
Where I can keep on breathing and settle my soul down
Waitin’ for that day when the light will go back down
The silence outside smells good and brings news
The bright morning light throws away the blues
The horizon is still there and tomorrow will bring a new sun
A new day’s gonna come
Beyond the town, a new road
Beyond the unknown, a new world
The silence outside smells good and brings news
The bright morning light throws away the blues
The horizon is still there and tomorrow will bring a new sun
Another night goes down. I can hear sounds of drums
An old sacred voice. It tells a new day’s gonna come
It’s gonna come…
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