1. |
Sonora
03:32
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Radio transmissions
rarely understood
Signals propagating
In the atmosphere above
Codes to be deciphered
Recipients might
Telephone wires
Singing in twilight
In the air around us
The signal and the noise
Language unfamiliar
A strange but human voice
Human life vibrating
Rushing all around
Overstimulated
Electrons to ground
Endless reflections,
ceiling and wall
Words are lost to us
Once and for all
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2. |
Deeper Into The Past
04:29
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The past unfolds behind me
Innocent
Another you, another me
Innocent
Deeper into the past
Deeper into the past
The winter draws us closer
Our quiet home
Side by side we weave a thread
To follow home
Deeper into the past
Deeper into the past
A thread we follow home
A thread we follow home
Will you always recognise me
Familiarity
Do you think you'll stand beside me
Whoever I may be
Deeper into the past
Deeper into the past
A thread we follow home
A thread we follow home
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3. |
Fall Apart
03:19
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Tin foil heart, shaky core,
Contentment now, nevermore
Autumn's here, life's overcast
Driving rain, here at last, here at last
You waited, you waited
you waited for this time
And you fall apart
You waited, you waited
you waited for this time
And you fall apart
Blinded by cataracts
Stumbling in the fog
Tender care for oneself
Sleeping like a log, a log
You waited, you waited
you waited for this time
And you fall apart
You waited, you waited
you waited for this time
And you fall apart
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4. |
Still Water
04:41
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Getting lost in darkened corners
Frozen, frozen
Try to make your body smaller
Broken, broken
Where will you go
Where will you go
A poor soul is now discarded
Alone, alone
Empty vessel, unresponsive
Cold, cold
Where are you now
Where are you now
Edge of the black
Will you dive in
Dark as ink
Still as water
Elevator slowly rising
Motion, motion
Stood behind the sliding door
Open, open
Why disappear
Why disappear
Edge of the black
Will you dive in
Dark as ink
Still as water
Vantage point far above us
Watching, watching
Noise and chaos down below
Retreating
Far from home
Far from home
Edge of the black
Will you dive in
Dark as ink
Still as water
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5. |
Pocket (Album Version)
04:34
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Sail the ocean wide
There's no need to hide
I'll follow
Know I love you more than this
Scant September kiss
Even shows
I held onto your heart
And took it with me from the start
I'll keep it in my pocket
And know nothing could stop it
In my pocket oh
In my pocket oh
In my
Walk with your hand in mine
One step at a time
Let's go on
Let's be explorers for a day
Adventure waits
All around
I held onto your heart
And took it with me from the start
I'll keep it in my pocket
And know nothing could stop it
In my pocket oh
In my pocket oh
In my
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6. |
Tine Cnámh
02:41
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Crept into your garden
While you slept at night
We brought our linoleum
The remnants set alight
Tungsten orange streetlights
Illuminate our way
We left a plant to mark the spot
For you to find one day
We are all around you
Watching every day
Bone beneath the surface
While your children play
Figures at your window
Silhouettes at night
When you leave to visit
Loved ones out of sight
Past the threshold, lightly
Creeping through your home
Desecrating what you love
Strange hands alone
A door without a lock
A lock without a key
A house without a door
You without me
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7. |
Siúil A Rún
03:58
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I would I were on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
Till every tear would turn a mill
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
I'd sell my rack, I'd sell my reel
I'd sell my only spinning wheel
To buy my love a coat of steel
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
I'd dye my petticoats, I'd dye them red
And o'er the world I'd beg for bread
Until my parents would wish me dead
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
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8. |
25 Kites
03:32
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We may consider kites as either high-flying or decorative. Just as the Moon's tidal force deforms Earth's oceans, causing the tides to rise and fall, the galactic tide also distorts the orbits of bodies in the outer Solar System. Perhaps you will say, "I see something else, how is it that you assert that I receive the Body of Christ?". This may not be as wacky as it sounds. Common flat kites, bow kites and box kites are suitable for high flights, while the figure kites are designed more for decoration. In the charted regions of the Solar System, these effects are negligible compared to the gravity of the Sun, but in the outer reaches of the system, the Sun's gravity is weaker and the gradient of the Milky Way's gravitational field has substantial effects. Let us prove that this is not what nature made, but what the blessing consecrated, and the power of blessing is greater than that of nature, because by blessing nature itself is changed. The system was originally pioneered in the Soviet era, where it took the form of a computer system which scanned the airwaves for signs of life or nuclear fallout. There is no object in making a high-flying kite decorative since brilliant color combinations lose much of their near-at-hand vividness when high in the air. Galactic tidal forces stretch the cloud along an axis directed toward the galactic centre and compress it along the other two axes; these small perturbations can shift orbits in the Oort cloud to bring objects close to the Sun. For that sacrament which you receive is made what it is by the word of Christ. Alarmingly, many experts believe it may still be in use. In making a high-flying kite, it is better to spend a little extra effort on neatness and on cutting down weight than on decorations. The point at which the Sun's gravity concedes its influence to the galactic tide is called the tidal truncation radius. But if the word of Elijah had such power as to bring down fire from heaven, shall not the word of Christ have power to change the nature of the elements? As Russian president Vladimir Putin pointed out himself earlier this year, "nobody would survive" a nuclear war between Russia and the United States. While it is best to keep the decorative kites as light as possible, still a little added weight for the sake of stiffness is not as objectionable as it would be in the case of high flyers. It lies at a radius of 100,000 to 200,000 AU (astromonical units), and marks the outer boundary of the Oort cloud.
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9. |
Amanda Park
07:03
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I am a fragment of a remnant of a story
That ended in Amanda Park
In a room in a motel by the side of the road
That from everyone was far
I was mistaken for a praying man
Like a priest dressed all in black
I found solace in solitude
I will never come back
Money on the dresser, pillows in the wardrobe
A single word, a telephone
A name that was found in the pages of a book
For a man that was all alone
I was mistaken for a praying man
Suspended by the neck
I found solace in solitude
I won't ever come back
Nowhere isn't really a place
But Amanda Park is close
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Telephone Explosions Dublin, Ireland
Telephone Explosions are an experimental dream-pop duo comprising Dolores Fogarty and Adrian Mee, formed in Maynooth in
2016.
After a brief hiatus in 2018, the duo return with a new full-length album for 2019. It will be available to stream/download on all platforms on 23rd April, as well as CD. The album draws on themes of hidden transmissions, unsolved mysteries, new life and waking the dead.
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