1. |
Pulse
04:27
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Deep kick
Undercover
Buried in the seventh wonder
Always facing
Rainbow chasing oh
Its gone, I could be wrong
Cold pit
Scary lover
Soul lit the violent thunder
Never wasting
Time replacing oh
It's gone, move it along
Rip round
Make another
Solitude a major blunder
Devil styling
World defining role
My soul, will always be cold
When we run
We find some sun
I don’t feel what’s real
In all the same old things
Class clown
Not another
Sad face whose life went under
We all know
The rules can bend and break
Away, think of the stakes
Heat stick
Burning under
Losing time but growin' on ya
Shifting faces blur as time goes on
And on, isn’t it wrong?
When we run
We find some sun
I don’t feel what’s real
In all the same old things
Skin folder
Growing older
Makin’ way for young miss lola
We can wait
But she just can’t hold on
Too long, she might move on
Age old
Space lion
Listen close you’ll hear him crying
Even gods can feel it slip away
Today, is fading away
When we run
We find some sun
I don’t feel what’s real
In all the same old things
You hide away
In a place you’ll never stay
Hide away
On your own…
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2. |
Turn The People
03:46
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Your teachings weigh me down I can relate,
And lately I’m convinced,
Please me take control I’m in your hands,
Arriving to my pain
Bleeding sacred sounds alleviate,
All my body’s strain,
Creep my way around a life of hate,
Maybe I’m too late
Time brings us down
To the ground,
But all I know
Is safe and sound,
Lost or found it’s all the same
And all the seas
Roll around
Turn the people
Upside down
See confusion tear away
Sooth me serenade the night away,
Just so I can feel,
Save me keep a place between your hands,
You’re all I ever had
Time brings us down
To the ground,
But all I know
Is safe and sound,
Lost or found it’s all the same
And all the seas
Roll around
Turn the people
Upside down
See confusion tear away
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3. |
Escaping Alacaraz
03:37
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You’ll rust in here, or fly away
The days come and go again
These hallowed walls, their shadow falls
The sun is meek he lets us wash away, can you hear me say?
Don’t let me wash away…
Speculate, infiltrate, storm the gate, recreate this escape tonight
The moon is brightening the darkness
Emancipate, operate, a dying state, clean the slate for all our time
Let your soul breathe in the air
Don’t let me wash away…
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4. |
Pulse - Radio Edit
02:54
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Deep kick
Undercover
Buried in the seventh wonder
Always facing
Rainbow chasing oh
Its gone, I could be wrong
Cold pit
Scary lover
Soul lit the violent thunder
Never wasting
Time replacing oh
It's gone, move it along
Rip round
Make another
Solitude a major blunder
Devil styling
World defining role
My soul, will always be cold
When we run
We find some sun
I don’t feel what’s real
In all the same old things
Class clown
Not another
Sad face whose life went under
We all know
The rules can bend and break
Away, think of the stakes
Heat stick
Burning under
Losing time but growin' on ya
Shifting faces blur as time goes on
And on, isn’t it wrong?
When we run
We find some sun
I don’t feel what’s real
In all the same old things
Skin folder
Growing older
Makin’ way for young miss lola
We can wait
But she just can’t hold on
Too long, she might move on
Age old
Space lion
Listen close you’ll hear him crying
Even gods can feel it slip away
Today, is fading away
When we run
We find some sun
I don’t feel what’s real
In all the same old things
You hide away
In a place you’ll never stay
Hide away
On your own…
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Monks of Mellonwah Sydney, Australia
Monks of Mellonwah (MOM) are an award winning four-piece alternative rock and indie band based in Sydney, Australia. The band has toured nationally and internationally, travelling to the United States twice, winning awards for Best International Act (LA Music Awards 2012) and Best Indie Rock Band (2012 AIM Awards). ... more
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