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Anthem
03:53
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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of their guns. Only the stuttering fiery rapid rattle can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, -
What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells. Bugles calling from their sad shires.
(Adapted from Wilfred Owen's poem, "Anthem for Doomed Youth.")
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Deshielo
05:11
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All along we all knew that the end was finally drawing to. We're now all in the everywhere, where home becomes the here and there. Who am I, where are we on this tragic windy way of unshared hopes and deep dire fears?
It's Ok, it's Ok, shed your tears.
Always nice to meet you my friend. Until we meet again, it's Ok, life is freeing when you learn to let go.
All along we all knew your true self would finally shine right through. You couldn't have what you held onto, it was all really up to you. Let this sigh of goodbye only bring you new found hope, the all embarking near return.
It's Ok, it's Ok, we all learn.
Let this sigh of goodbye bring you hope, It's ok we all learn.
Let go!
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New Year's Eve
05:04
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I walked in the door to see you holding another man's hand and life goes on wondering when this blood letting lust will ever come to an end. Subsiding feelings, recycling expiration dates and we go on wishing you'd see we’re all just merely human beings.
Hey, love me for me and us, an us for us, moving in perfect synergy, just take me in for me. Take my world and hold it close. I'll keep my end despite what you've done.
Please, please, please stop treating me like the next best thing I can't go on blaming myself for things I just can't seem to change. I see hope in love in altruistic harmony so lets move on singing the song when we had once been holding hands.
Love, oh love, just take me in for me. Love, oh love, forgive what you have done.
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Iceland
02:14
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Being Berber Madrid, Spain
Founding member Chris Peterson describes their music as a pile of re-used beat up cassettes for road trips. This mixtape, a compilation of relevant stories are the anthems of this nomadic tribe. Welcome fellow pilgrims.
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