1. |
Killer confidence
04:46
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Don’t want to be unwanted that’s what you want
Or rather be not wanted, at all
You say you’re empty and your soul is scorn
You waste your time, watching porn
In the morning, In the morning, morning
Too many coffee, cigarettes
Thrill your thrills, boost your confidence
Blink yourself when you comb your hair
Five steps to clear the air
In the morning, in the morning, morning
Read the truth on the internet
Save energy for your pet
Seven steps to better health
Eighteen ways to increase your wealth
In the morning, in the morning, morning
You don’t know what you got until it’s gone
You don’t know what you got until it’s gone
Sell your soul to buy a new believe
Buy happiness to kill your grief
Thirteen ways to read a magazine
About million ways to become a beauty queen
Black and blue is the new green
Forty something, the new teen
Exercise is a therapy
Rock & Roll is an old believe
In the morning, in the morning, morning
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2. |
Release
04:34
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I’ve been minor, I’ve been a major
There’s no excuse for my behavior
The way I let you down
The way I hang my head
My constant frown
The things I’ve said
Now there’s nothing left to say
There’s no need for you to rescue me
I’m sick of our endless conversations
There’s no need for you to rescue me
I’m saved by my own contemplation
There’s no need for you to rescue me
I’m saved, I’m saved
You’ve been a minor, you’ve been a major
My demon and savior
Sometimes been blind
The demons I’ve fed
Can’t speak my mind
The things I’ve said
Now there’s nothing left to say
There’s no need for you to rescue me
I’m sick of our fucked up conversations
There’s no need for you to rescue me
I’m saved by my own contemplation
There’s no need for you to rescue me
I’m saved, I’m saved
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3. |
Solitude
04:15
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Stillborn ideas
Never reach your ears
Words that fade
Fall in the shade
Burn the fallen leaves
My sorrow and grief
Won’t mend this bleeding heart
Torn and scarred
And tears keep falling
Can’t hear you calling
anymore
Burn your dead believes
Cursed opportunities
The everlasting sleep
Promises to keep
Behold the faded face
Memory to trace
Down a dotted lane
Sustaining the pain
And tears keep falling
You stopped calling
Long time ago
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4. |
Looking for you
03:49
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The man said it’s all one song
Now I try to pick and strum along
My guitar sings for me
And I sing for you
Write a song or two
When I’m feeling blue
I’m the clown
Out down town
Try to mingle
Hate being single
I’m the fool
In the pool
Full of people
With elegance
I’m looking for my confidence
I’m looking for you
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5. |
Stalker
03:11
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The smell of your hair reminds me
Of a melancholy movie
While your smile
A fiction itself
Trying to force myself
Being more than spectator
Finding it hard to do
For myself
Keeping my admiration
With me like a secret
My passion becomes
A self-inflicted pain
This is why I
I can’t look you in the eye
When we make love
In my head
(It burns, it burns)
Look in your face descends me
Into spiral
Losing my sense
For time and place
Trying calm, myself
Facing your presence
Directed by man
A fiction himself
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6. |
Shandy says
04:36
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If I could have some, you would have some too
You look so handsome in those silver shoes
If I could have some, you would have some too
You look so handsome yeah! Baby you
Shandy says she loves
Little more than hugs
She’s been getting enough
From the lord above
If I could have some, you would have some too
You look so handsome in those silver shoes
If I could have some, you would have some too
You look so handsome yeah! Baby you
Shandy says she’s fine
As long as she has a line
And partner in crime
To show her a good time
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7. |
Of hunger & greed
03:45
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I met a roly-poly candidate
Who asked me for a vote
Promised me a better life
For the week and the poor
I said, “let’s form a legal syndicate”
To unite the people of this world
Invest in parity
For the capitalist and the whore
He said “that ain’t nuthin”
While he was laughing, and coughing
Stuffing his face with food and wine
All dressed up, feeling fine
I met an independent film maker
Asked me for some dough
Promised a prosperity
For me and my family
I said, “let’s shoot a documentary”
About the rich and the poor
Show folks the disparity
From the gutter and the tor
He said “that ain’t nuthin”
While he was laughing, and coughing
Stuffing his face with food and wine
All dressed up, feeling fine
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8. |
New beginning
07:05
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Koi Iceland
Koi is Kjartan Orri Ingvason and Kjartan is Koi. Musician, plays guitar and harmonica.
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