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Birds
03:02
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Birds
By M. Angel
Need more champagne in your cup
It’s time to celebrate
When you go and fill it up, caught your eye upon a sight
Through the kitchen window pane
The old man sat down on a park bench as he laughed
He fed the birds and watched the world spin too fast
Another day another day these methods take their toll
To kill yourself and wish for health to vaccinate your soul
I’ve seen better days
But that’s the way she goes
Well I always celebrate every breathe, and everyone
Even when they go
The old man sat down on a park bench as he laughed
He fed the birds and watched the world spin too fast
Another day another day these methods take their toll
To kill yourself and wish for health to vaccinate your soul
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Welcome to the City
03:02
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Welcome to the City
By M. Angel
Grown by the artificial light of the evening
Long times since fireflies burning while I’m sleeping
And I forget just why I trade it all for the concrete
The trees the birds and all these pretty things that
I can’t say with words
Walking in the City
Working in the city
Welcome to the city to this devil town
The Prince and Kings go bowling with the heads of the people
And lottery tickets wallpaper godless steeples
Everything has a another name for, it’s pretend
I forget just who to blame, I think I’m leaving for the weekend
Walking in the City
Working in the city
Welcome to the city to this devil town
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Walls
02:41
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Walls
By M. Angel
Your shadows getting pretty slender
I seen you walking through the snow
Take off those soggy little snowshoes
Come in and warm your little soul
Your conversation’s always welcome
Your brain in half the same as mine
Can I ask you what’s your favorite color?
In time we’ll see it eye to eye.
Oh the walls are caving in and I don’t know where we’ve been tonight
We navigate through countless herds searching for a peaceful way of life.
(See in say “Girl…G”)
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Flowers
03:19
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Flowers
By M. Angel
It wasn’t but a year ago
We carried you out through the snow
Marching up the silent hill
The memory is haunting still
Your bones planted like flowers in the ground
And all the pretty people gather around
Talking of the photos that they found
And lift your soul like flowers from the ground
Among the bitter cold and trees
A country road and hidden creek
Stood a solitary stone
A last goodbye, a falling rose.
Your bones planted like flowers in the ground
And all the pretty people gather around
Talking of the photos that they found
And lift your soul like flowers from the ground
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Snowed In
03:45
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Snowed In
By M. Angel
Instrumental Only
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