1. |
They Go Away
02:42
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They Go Away
He spoke with a delightful manner
Because he was so educated what a good catch
So full of himself but you saw it too late
Then they go away
They go away
They go away
Captured by men
Who search for glory
Who stick it in as if it’s a game
Men like him are all the same
They go away
He said let’s go
To a far-away place like Mexico
Where it’s warm and we can grow
Then you said yes and he said no
And they go away
They go away
They go away
When he run his hands through your auburn hair
He couldn’t feel your struggle or your strength
Couldn’t feel your struggle or your strength
And they go away
They go away
They go away
They go away
Elo Masing: violin/piano/percussion
David John Hull: vocals/guitar/percussion
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2. |
Make Your Fight Right
04:26
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Fight Right
You wake outside and see the steel Grey sky
Hungry tired and a bottle at your side
You Dream t of wings and a fur like skin
Hunting wild as the blood rushes in
In the night time
You could smell them all
With their soap wash scrubs
Walking by with their bellies full up
You're a parasite in their steel Grey eyes
Should get in line
Out of their site
All the time
Make your fight right
Looking back see the fields of green
You were feeling good as the sun warmed the skin
But mothers arms were held down by her side
In another life she would have taken you in
Anytime
Make your fight right
Elo Masing: violin/piano/backing vocal
David John Hull: vocal/guitar
João Clemente-guitar/drums/bass
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3. |
Never Find Those Words
05:01
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Never Find Those Words
Words were bombing her patience
Serenade in the basement
Then running out for a shake
Give them a break
Let them find their space
For they are never the same
When they come back again
Hey there
It’s all at stake at the day job
Never knew it was a paid job
Into the grey zone again
And Janice worked around her cycles
Cared behind her blood-shot eye balls
Never out in the rain
What a shame the fantasies were to blame
So she went hiding out in the station
Talking to strangers again
About the way it all turned out in the cupboard
She thought she was her mother
She didn’t mean to drop her on her head
To the arcade
Where her money drops away
Off the edge of the waterfall
She lied that she was there all day
Then at home her company mostly alone
Talking to Matt Monroe
She seemed like a happy soul
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So Deft in Glorious Headlines
A fixed batch of assorted folk
Come fleeting in the midst of the sum
Some stay some leave
As the going gets tough
Time ticks and we're stunned into a mess
Of randomness
Ultimately submitting
By pursuing establishment
It's full of security
It's full of security
Going a-copying
Reacting to reactions
Feigning resistance
It’s something we can’t control
Something we can’t control
Threadbare home issues pulled taught and stretched
Smeared in faith
For our God does listen
Our God must listen
One flag is not enough
For you to take
So you claim partial withdrawal
A simple act to embrace
To embrace
And all leaders in the game
We pick 'cause we want to feel the same
Their unstoppable likeness
The external in their eyes
That is optimized
Filled sacks of new values
Rant then crave congenial meanings
And exact incursions
And quality is the official behind the wall
Dominate that's what he'll do
So deft in glorious headlines
Made tingly
Thrusting
Claiming
And love
Seeps through
So deft
In glorious headlines
Deft in glorious headlines
Elo Masing: piano/keyboard/backing vocals
David John Hull: vocals
Ingólfur Vilhjálmsson: Bb-flat clarinet
João Clemente: drums programming
Gabriel Barbalho: trumpet
Abigail Sanders: French horn
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5. |
Definitely You
04:01
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Definitely You
I
I’m such a happy person
When you’re by my side
I feel definitely high
Like diamonds I'll cherish you
And hold you beguiled
And shining light will cut through
These shadows of the night
Say the word and I'll be forever more
Forgetting how to lie
And muddle through the night
Completely out of sight
You in blue
Sumptuous blue
I’ll serenade you
And show you adulation
What a creation you are
You are for me
Everything I need
You bring a silence over me
You are to me
Like the picture in my head
From an old black-and-white film scene
You
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Come Rage in The Maddening City
Come rage in the maddening City
In nightly brawls oozing uncomfortable
Belching torsos flexing thinly clad
All grime down there
Breakdown
Come rage in the maddening City
Aching throngs pound that old route
To fuck like a horse
A savage brevity
While the dark music comes over strong
And the night holds course for a perfect slam nation
Come rage in the maddening City
Come rage in the maddening City
You hair raised one laying there in a bloody mess
Still duly impressed
I was that ‘idjit like you are now
I did it for attention
But deep down we are all like little tin soldiers
Stiff back and a neck full of shoulders
Come rage in the maddening City
Come rage in the maddening City
Come rage in the maddening City
In nightly brawls oozing uncomfortable
Belching torsos flexing thinly clad
All grime down there
Breakdown
Breakdown
Come rage in the maddening City
Aching throngs pound that old route
To fuck like a horse
A savage brevity
While the dark music comes over strong
And the night holds course for a perfect slam nation
Come rage in the maddening City
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7. |
Nowhere Fast
04:23
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Nowhere Fast
Does a job make you someone fast
Does a child help you take the better path
To be in love and have a lovely life
And have those four walls
And the trappings that appear
To make you stable in the end
Are built on a foundation
That is only as strong
As its weakest link
Plant a bomb and see your whole life gone
Put a knife in their back and it all goes wrong
It's all so fleeting and fragile like glass
Drop it on the ground and you'll falling on your little arse
This impulse that keeps a nagging at you under control
Its constantly there
Like the cars in the road
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8. |
Bottle of Fun
05:18
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Bottle of Fun
Oh the road is a bottle of fun
Drew the short stick unto a bum
Guess I've fallen a bloody long way
It's the end of my very short stay
And the church is my saving grace
Gives out freebies at the end of the day
My religion I drink real fast
So do gooders you can kiss my arse
My name is jack today
I'll cry a tear it pays
From the bottom of my heart
Tortured scripts work good
Pleading acts bring food
In my guilt ridden show
Home on the road
Feel my pulse
Can you cope
And the mornings bring a shivery thud
I'm still living I'd better get up
To my door that Is open all day
It's my patch and it pays my way
Daggered faces shoot
Arrows of contempt
At my one man crusade
I pissed my again
No one else to blame
And no one to love
Home on the road
Feel my pulse
Can you cope
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Golden Dark Berlin, Germany
Golden Dark - David J. Hull (vocals/guitar), Elo Masing (violin/piano/vocals) - are building bridges between classical contemporary/experimental music, poetry and songwriting. Their music blends the familiar with the unfamiliar.
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