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>Blood Ruby - Songs | / USA |
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Die Band Blood Ruby hat insgesamt 10 Songs hochgeladen. Ihr habt die künstlerische Leistung von Blood Ruby insgesamt 5 Mal durchschnittlich mit 4.40 Punkten bewertet. Jede Stimme zählt! Gib auch Du jetzt Deine Bewertung hier ab. |
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Thomas Wall, Cynthia Conrad, Margaret Browning |
| Text von: |
Cynthia Conrad |
| Entstehungsjahr: |
2004 |
| Genre Name: |
Alternative Gitmusic |
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5.4 MB |
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MIDSUMMER FIRESMidnight midsummer. Sun won't leave the sky.Here's a fire for the burning, A light to lead the turning.The turning of the sun down the season's slideThe burning of the sun that keeps us all aliveThe turning of the sun down the season's slide Toward the harvesting of grain and the long white timeMidsummer fires burn in my heartMidsummer fires burnMidsummer fires burn in my heart Midsummer fires burnMidnight midsummer. Flames scrape through the sky.Watch them catch on the horizon, Watch them rise higher and wilder. In the shadows of the flickering foldsThe embers fill the dusk with their rust and gold In the shadows of the flickering foldsForge a purified world out of the oldMidsummer fires burn in my heartMidsummer fires burnMidsummer fires burn in my heart Midsummer fires burnMidnight midsummer. Sun won't leave the sky.Here's a fire for the burning, A light to lead the turning…Stakes and twigsAnd garlands greenMidsummer fires burnBirch and blossomsMoss and leavesMidsummer fires burnCopper coinsOld boats and barrelsMidsummer fires burnClimb right up theWitch's ladderMidsummer fires burnMidsummer firesMidsummer firesMidsummer fires burnBuild it up With bricks and beamsMidsummer fires burnDouse it all With gasolineMidsummer fires burnMidsummer firesMidsummer firesMidsummer fires burnKeep feeding me Keep feeding meTill all I can seeIt's all I can see |
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Blood Ruby |
| Text von: |
Cynthia Conrad |
| Entstehungsjahr: |
2003 |
| Genre Name: |
Alternative Gitmusic |
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3.5 MB |
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REMAINS OF THE DAYGhost at the gate, why don't we goOver the lay of the land?Memories fade, but I can feel themWade through the sun and the shade.Who owns the hills and lakesWhen they're just a thought,Remains of the day?See how the landscape changedTill it's gone, it's lost;Surely you know the way.Glossy and glazed, summer's sweet holdCarries us far and away.Lost in a haze, green and goldenOut in the fields where we played.Who owns the hills and lakesWhen they're just a thought,Remains of the day?See how the landscape changedTill it's gone, it's lost;Surely you know the way.Can't go home again; I close my eyes andFollow the path to the place.Keeping it safe, I can be thereLost in a world time erased.Who owns the hills and lakesWhen they're just a thought,Remains of the day?See how the landscape changedTill it's gone, it's lost;Surely you know the way.Lyrics © 2003 Cynthia Conrad |
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Blood Ruby |
| Text von: |
Margaret Browning |
| Entstehungsjahr: |
2004 |
| Genre Name: |
Alternative Gitmusic |
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5.0 MB |
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SLEEPWALKHe works, he sleepsHe knows his historyHe reads, he dreamsSo much abilityHe drives NorthwestUp the InterstateThe snow falls slowHypnotic and opaqueBright with life, he leaves behindEndless days and longer nightsHis eyes are wide, his ears are numbFilled with pulsating engine humDon't rush by unseeingThrough the places and the pleasures of the ride(Take it all in)Don't skim through the pagesOf the ponderous volume that describes your life(Don't miss a word)Some seek distractionJust to pass the time, not entertainWe sometimes sleepwalkSacrificing joy to numb the painI saw the sceneI didn't want to seeSteel, glass, debrisStranger, rest in peaceHow could he know when he awokeThat this was the day his book would close?Have you thrived or just survivedIf this were the day you said goodbye?Don't rush by unseeingThrough the places and the pleasures of the ride(Take it all in)Don't skim through the pagesOf the ponderous volume that describes your life(Don't miss a word)Some seek distractionJust to pass the time, not entertainWe sometimes sleepwalkSacrificing joy to numb the painWe sometimes sleepwalkLyrics (c) 2004 Margaret Browning and Cynthia Conrad |
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| Komponist: |
Thomas Wall, Cynthia Conrad, Margaret Browning |
| Text von: |
Cynthia Conrad |
| Entstehungsjahr: |
2003 |
| Genre Name: |
Alternative Gitmusic |
| Dateigröße: |
4.1 MB |
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HE'S LOST Sleeps in your bed,Eats from your bread;God only knows what The neighbors say.He empties the bottle,Says never again;Wanna believe That it's gonna changeBut all of this timeYou've been lying So no one ever knows.And all of this timeYou've been trying To save unwilling souls.Hurry home through the night;He's lost without you,Lost without you.Hurry home to his side;He's lost.Begs your forgiveness.His only friendStarting all over Closer to the end.With or without himFacing a void.Somehow it feels like You have no choiceBut all of this timeYou've been lying So no one ever knows.And all of this timeYou've been trying To save unwilling souls.Hurry home through the night;He's lost without you,Lost without you.Hurry home to his side;He's lost.Do you really think your loveIs gonna save him alone?Well, take my advice,Unless you're Christ,It won't, no it won't.Sleeps in your bed,Eats from your bread;God only knows what The neighbors say.He empties the bottle,Says never again;Wanna believe That it's gonna changeHurry home through the night;He's lost without you,Lost without you.Hurry home to his side;He's lost. |
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| Komponist: |
Thomas Wall, Cynthia Conrad, Margaret Browning |
| Text von: |
Cynthia Conrad |
| Entstehungsjahr: |
2003 |
| Genre Name: |
Alternative Gitmusic |
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4.8 MB |
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BABEL BABELShuttled through narrow gaps All these walls line our trapBrick and steel glass concreteNo more field, and no more treeBabel Babel rising cleaves the air Babel Babel winding climbs the stairBaby baby listen can't you hear?Babble babble is the language hereWindows stack ladder lines In between the gutters climbEdges cut, corners meetAngles tear at the angel's wingsHigh above checkered streetsPitch the roof at the peakPigeon coo, patch of blue Pinhole sun in a penthouse roomBabel Babel rising cleaves the air Babel Babel winding climbs the stairBaby baby listen can't you hear?Babble babble braying in my earsHigher still, raise the cranesLift us up beyond our fateKiss the mouth of heaven's bellFrom the pinnacles of hellOne more floor, two more feetAlways just out of reachOne more brick, almost thereVanish in the thinning airBabel Babel rising cleaves the air Babel Babel winding climbs the stairBaby baby listen can't you hear?Babble babble fills the atmosphereBabel Babel rising cleaves the air Babel Babel winding climbs the stairBaby baby listen can't you hear?Babble babble echoes everywhere |
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Thomas Wall, Cynthia Conrad, Margaret Browning |
| Text von: |
Cynthia Conrad |
| Entstehungsjahr: |
2003 |
| Genre Name: |
Alternative Gitmusic |
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3.1 MB |
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UNDERWATER PLACEI'd made my mind up;I'd had quite enough.I was too small butI just wanted it all.You had the fins andMy feet were dangling;Could only wade inWhile I watched you swimming.Diamonds on the waves,I'm sinking through this spaceIn the soft embraceOf an underwater place.I pushed against A floor made of sandAnd left the land.How could I know My weight on the floatWouldn't hold?I'd made my mind up;I'd had quite enough.I put my foot downBut there was nothing, no ground.You had the fins andMy float was caving in.I started slippingUntil the water caught me.Diamonds on the waves,I'm sinking through this spaceIn the soft embraceOf an underwater place.I'd found my dream-sleep;My thoughts were sinking deep.There was nearly no soundAnd it went dusk all around.You had the fins and You started reeling me in.No fear of leaving, No longer need for breathing.No, no, no, let me go.No, no, no, let me float.Diamonds on the waves,I'm sinking through this spaceIn the soft embraceOf an underwater place.No, no, no, let me go.No, no, no, let me float.Diamonds blur and haze,I'm falling through this space.Oh, I want to stayIn this underwater place. |
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| Komponist: |
Thomas Wall, Cynthia Conrad, Margaret Browning |
| Text von: |
Cynthia Conrad |
| Entstehungsjahr: |
2003 |
| Genre Name: |
Alternative Gitmusic |
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4.2 MB |
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SHAN SHUIBy the wandering pines Where the sun goes hidingSwims a little green troutWith its shadow wallowing lowThrough the wandering streamWith the stones' slick slidingAnd my little fin feet seem to knowWhere the water must flow.wo deng, wo deng, wo deng shan shuiAt the foot of the falls,Yellow footbridge leapingTo a narrow footpathWhere my footsteps following go,Past the little red roofsWith their corners sweepingInto bristling pinesWith their twisted branches of cones.The scroll unrolls under my feet.Where will this painted path of paperFinally lead?Everything pulses; Everything is poised.This wildness wrestles with its backAgainst the void.The scroll unrolls under my feet.Where will this painted path of paper Finally lead?On a bluff clings the brush,Tiny tiptoes hangingTo the fissured-fist rocksAll upended and overthrown.And the pillars pile upTo the clouds' soft longing;Though the ladder grows steep,My feet keep climbing the stone.wo deng, wo deng, wo deng shan shuiwo wang le zi jigen wo lai han shang leng qiThe scroll unrolls under my feet.Where will this painted path of paperFinally lead?Everything pulses; Everything is poised.This wildness wrestles with its backAgainst the void.The scroll unrolls under my feet.Where will this painted path of paper Finally lead? |
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Thomas Wall, Cynthia Conrad |
| Text von: |
Cynthia Conrad, Thomas Wall |
| Entstehungsjahr: |
2002 |
| Genre Name: |
Alternative Gitmusic |
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4.1 MB |
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CENTROWas water-whiteSung winter glassPlaque-platinum coldStun Stockholm sunTram travelerElectric humPilgrims on the CentroFloating, drifting,Eddy-spinning.Leaving, breathing,Headlong swimming.West precipiceHung hanging swingFlit-flying pinesOne swanlong diveTent tangle-denseMet meadowoodSky parted by the CentroI don't knowWhere it is I've been.I've come so far,But I don't know Where you are.I don't know Where it is I'll go.Just take me home,Somewhere I'm not alone.Sleepwalker, Dream passenger.We're strangers, Lone travelers.Floating, drifting,Eddy-spinning.Leaving, breathing,Headlong swimming.I don't knowWhere it is I've been.I've come so far,But I don't know Where you are.I don't know Where it is I'll go.Just take me home,Somewhere I'm not alone.Cut countrylessNo nowhere map With windowlessPast passage back Born borderlessCull cornerstoneWest precipiceHung hanging swingLeft limbo on the CentroLyrics © 2001 Cynthia Conrad and Thomas Wall |
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Thomas Wall, Cynthia Conrad |
| Text von: |
Cynthia Conrad |
| Entstehungsjahr: |
2002 |
| Genre Name: |
Alternative Gitmusic |
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5.7 MB |
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THE NIGHT TIDE She makes her home, she lives alone by the seaside.Her fingers comb; she folds the foam by the seaside.She sits and sways; she makes her way to your insides.What losses her choices.The years pass; her longing ebbs and flows.Her whole life a slow slideCaught in the undertow of the night tide.Her ear's soft cone, rosettes of folds like a seashell.Her timid hands smooth out the sand where the sea swells.Her tiny sighs cut through the night like a buoy bell.What losses her choices.The years pass; her longing ebbs and flows.Her whole life a slow slideCaught in the undertow of the night tide.Lyrics © 2001 Cynthia Conrad |
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Thomas Wall, Cynthia Conrad |
| Text von: |
Cynthia Conrad |
| Entstehungsjahr: |
2002 |
| Genre Name: |
Alternative Gitmusic |
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4.7 MB |
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SOME WINTERS The thaw comes gnawing up the hillside.Trees cling like vines to the morning light.Me in my window, a glassy gray sky.It creeps inside to where the sleeping lie.Some winters, they linger.They heave their frost till summer.Some winters, they keep us locked under ice.Some winters, they haunt us.They fill our lives with shadows.Some winters, they leave us barely alive. Some winters, they crush us.They tear us Bare and broken.Some winters, we need them,This bitter fight that only the soul survives.The crows are calling across the long miles.Lend me your flight; be my lonely guides.We'll rise like letters, ink across the light,Always a sign of the stubborness of life.Some winters, they linger.They heave their frost till summer.Some winters, they keep us locked under ice.Some winters, they haunt us.They fill our lives with shadows.Some winters, they leave us barely alive. Some winters, they crush usThey tear us bare and broken.Some winters, we need them,This bitter fight that only the soul survives.Lyrics © 2001 Cynthia Conrad |
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