1. |
The Flying Dutchman
03:19
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The Flying Dutchman
So I left Amsterdam
Changed my name again
Travelled to the South
To let the colours out
Now will or won’t I
Carry on?
Living day by day
The romantic way
Like a little song
Sing it all day long
Now will or won’t I
Carry on?
Busking in the sun
Sing for everyone
The old and the young
Till the day is done
Now will or won’t I
Carry on?
Freedom is a gift
Freedom is a song
It’s got nowhere to live
You got to pass it on
How could we ever do without?
How could we ever do without?
Well I could never…
Got to keep the beat
Stay on my feet
Spiders weave their webs
This world is full of traps
No will or won’t I
Carry on?
And the Grand Machine
Of manufactured dreams that
No matter what you try
You’ll either sell or buy
Now will or won’t I
Carry on?
Crises in the South
Where the colours shout
Oh the irony
Of soulful poverty
Now will or won’t they
Carry on?
Hope is a gift
Hope is a song
It’s got nowhere to live
You got to pass it on
How could we ever do without?
How could we ever do without?
Well I could never…
No, no one really knows
Just where these moments go
No, no one really knows
Just where these moments go
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
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2. |
Off Your Feet
04:20
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Off your feet
Yes you’ve been on my mind for quite some time
You’ve been feeding little crumbs of hope, which surely you’ll deny
You don’t seem to need me so far
To be the proud young woman that you are
Well they treat this sailor well here in the South
I almost did forget your strawberry mouth
Coming now to bring the heat
Come to sweep you off your feet &
Light up that smile
Light up that smile
With the southern wind
I’m coming now on wings
With a song to sing
To warm you like
The sun
I know
You better than you think, it shows
Your fancy life, your little lies
You’re disciplined, you like to win
Now don’t you girl?
Well I’ll never be professional
I guess I’m too confessional
And with a grin
Coming now to bring…
Come meet me on the other side
The moon is up to wake the tide
To thrill the sea
Cause in the dark
I’ll build an arc
We’ll misbehave
When the waves
Flood the earth
Coming now to bring the heat
Come to sweep you off your feet &
Light up that smile
Light up that smile
With the southern wind
I’m coming now on wings
With a song to sing
To warm you like
The sun
Now light up your smile
Light up your smile
For real
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3. |
Sunday Morning
04:53
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Sunday Morning
Early Sunday morning
We quietly left the house
Not to wake the neighbours
Give them something to talk about
We would drive down the river
Leaving our town behind
I would count the blue herons
In the reed by the side
The organ would be playing
My father would comb my hair
With the comb from his breast pocket
From which it always fell
And Oh
What a long way to go down
And Oh
What along way to go down
Again
And when the winter came
I would lie awake at night
To hear the geese flying over
Heading for the South
One morning when I woke up
And pulled the curtains to the side
I saw a frost flower on my window
So magically refined
And Oh…
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4. |
Playtime
04:12
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Playtime
Now leave the ship
And take a dip
When I hit the gong
Have you’ve heard
These mocking birds
Cooking up their songs?
Like a slip of the tongue
The heart is right
The mind is wrong
War is on the news
Poison on your plate
And in the acid rains
The wilderness grows tame
Sitting in a bar
With all these avatars
Time to get my broom
To many pixels in this room
Cut and paste
You can’t be fazed
All is said and done
Drag and drop
Sit and shop
The world is truly one
Remix your own reality
You’re in control
Join for free!
War is on...
I want to see that
Love inside you burning
Got to learn
The game that can’t be won
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5. |
Darwin Dancing
03:23
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Darwin Dancing
Six billion beating hearts
Pump the blood of man
Trains, planes and cars
Ships, satellites and spam
Ten thousand tweets a second
Three billion likes a day
Five thousand tigers left
To eternal nuclear waste
Jargon, graphs and numbers
The Hocus Pocus of our priests
Spellbound by the ritual
We call the Economy
Howling at the moon
Shiver with the stars
Dreaming of a world that never was no
Digital the waves
We’re virtually on Mars
Dreaming of a world that never was no
Tell me is it true?
Banks bailed out for billions
Still handing out their fees
But do compare the dresses
Of our Oscar nominees
Do you feel rebellious?
You want to rage against it all?
How about a rock-bar
With Che Guevarra on the wall?
Do you have vision?
Were you born to create?
Turn into a label
That we can replicate
Howling at the moon…
All is entertainment
We supply - we demand
Survival of the fittest
Well Darwin could he dance?
Howling at the moon…
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6. |
Nerves
04:09
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Nerves
Feel it coming (Like a warning)
Feel it coming (Like a warning)
Feel it coming (Like a warning)
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
&
Oh just a little bit
Do just a little bit
Oh just a little bit
Do just a little bit
More
Just a little bit more
Just a little bit more
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7. |
Melancholic Machines
02:51
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Melancholic Machine
Out of dream
Man made a machine
And now the machine dreams of us
Living and breathing
Scheming and cheating
Like millions and millions of gods
Like millions and millions of gods
Was there a sun?
Was there a moon?
Were there stars, guiding our fate?
Was there a holy tree in the forest?
Was this really a meaningful place?
And strange are the days
Will the heart now beat the dark?
And strange are the days
Will the dark now beat the heart?
Was there a heart?
Was there a soul?
Were there voices singing for him?
Is this a prayer?
Is there someone inside?
This melancholic machine
This melancholic machine
And strange..
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8. |
Snow White
07:12
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Snow White
Solemnly they planted terror in my heart
Obediently they brand their lambs with the word
So they won’t get lost
Mutilations demand loyalty
Isn’t that how they wrote history?
Isn’t that how they forge identities?
I see you send your spies into the world
Dressed to kill & multilingual
A doll within a doll, within a doll, within a doll
And in your inner-most room
You guard the icon of your frozen youth
But that’s not the story of you and me
That’s not our story love, we are free
When I felt how close we could be
All this trapped intensity
Could it finally be released?
Like a new born symphony
Snow White, lily of my heart
Snow White, lily in the dark
Once upon a time, how else could it begin?
A fairy tale, written by the brothers Grimm
And in the fevered brain of Germany
On which history performed lobotomy
The schizophrenia of West and East
That’s were lovers have to meet
At night a fox appeared for us exclusively
Bowie woke up and sang elusively
That’s a story for you and me
That’s a story love, cause we are free
When we felt how close we could be
All this trapped intensity
Could it finally be released?
Like a new born symphony
Snow White, lily of my heart
Snow White, lily of my heart
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9. |
Pero se puede olvidar
04:13
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¿Pero…Se puede olvidar?
¿Pero…Se puede olvidar?
Si ciego
Si sordo
Si sin tacto
Y aun llegaría a mis narinas
Ese aciago hedor a sueños rotos.
Olvidar
Olvidar
Siempre es posible.
Lo de hoy
Lo de ayer…
Pero mañana
Serán las mismas hirientes condiciones
Las que apuren mi ser hasta la lágrima.
Serán los mismos mercaderes de importancia
Vendiendo cachos de guerras reciclables.
Asoman entre los días
Remolones
Con sus costosas sonrisas ortopédicas
Sacuden el alba de armonía
Y la suplantan por miedos y condenas
No somos
No serán
No fuimos antes
ARDE
Arde fuego de VIDA y empuja al horizonte
No olvides una a una las ofensas
Hazte con ellas corazas, o canciones
Y busca el mar
Inmenso mar que bate en tus orillas.
M.A.A.M. 2012
But…can one forget?
But…can one forget?
If blind
If deaf
If numb
And still through my nostrils would enter
That disastrous stench of dreams broken
To forget
To forget
It is always possible
That of today
That of yesterday
But tomorrow
There will be the same wounding conditions
The ones that exhaust my being to tears
There will be the same merchants of importance
Selling portions of recyclable wars
Indolents
Appear amongst the days
With their expensive orthopedic smiles
They shake the dawn of harmony
And replace it with fear and condemnation
We are not
We will not be
We were not before
BURN
Burn fire of LIFE and push towards the horizon
Don’t forget a single offense
Make armour out of them, or songs
And search for the sea
The immense sea that beats against your shores
Translation: Jacob Arch 2013
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Jacob Arch Granada, Spain
Jacob Arch is a singer, lyricist, composer and renegade philosopher of Dutch descent residing in Granada, Spain. He has released 4 independent studio albums so far, and his highly anticipated fifth album 'Saturn', on which he has been working on and off for over 4 years, is expected to be published by fall 2020. ... more
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