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These Houses
04:47
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These houses they haunt me
These houses they haunt me
Broken windows, empty halls
Peeling paint, the crumbling walls
These houses they haunt me
Somebodies home is slowly rotting
Left here abandoned and forgotten
You can watch them as they fall
Year by year, floor by floor
These houses they haunt me
All the lives now departed
Where they ended and where they started
These places live on after the living are gone
These houses they haunt me
The vines are creeping through the door
Nobody keeps out the outside anymore
Returning to the earth like growing in reverse
These houses they haunt me
These bones are laid bare
A monument, a souvenir
A trace left behind, a ghost from another time
These houses they haunt me
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Heavy
04:28
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Once we were free, floating weightless
Knew no wrong, had no doubt
The planets aligned, we were guided
A universe on our side
How’d it get so heavy
How’d it get so heavy I can’t stand
Under the weight I’ve been dragging around
Invisible forces pulling me down
How’d it get so
Don’t know how it slipped through our fingers
Don’t know when we fell down
I just awoke to a world of sharp edges
Gravity’s stronger when you’re closer to the ground
How’d it get so heavy
How’d it get so heavy I can’t stand
Under the weight I’ve been dragging around
Invisible forces pulling me down
How’d it get so
Someone gave me this sword, told me to wield it
Someone gave me this battle to win
Someone gave me this load, told me to carry
Then somehow it became my own
How’d it get so heavy
How’d it get so heavy I can’t stand
Under the weight I’ve been dragging around
Invisible forces pulling me down
How’d it get so
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Fat Cat
03:29
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You're a fat cat, that's what they call you
the hateful masses, who don't understand you
with their sweaty hands, outstretched towards you
you don't owe them anything at all
It's survival of the fittest and you are the king
that's the way it is and how it's always been
you didn't make the game but you're gonna play it
and you're gonna win
How do you sleep, how do you sleep
In your tower on your satin sheets
Sweet, sweet and deep
There are documents and lawyers to separate you
from the things that go on down there, somewhere beneath you
so far away it could never reach you
you're safe here, your hands are clean
The law's on your side when you own the law makers
you paid good money for movers and shakers
friends in high places to get it done
it's just commerce, it can't be wrong
How do you sleep, how do you sleep
In your tower on your satin sheets
Sweet, sweet and deep
You're a fat cat, that's what they call you
but deep down you know they really adore you
people toast your name, pull out your chair
they know what you've done but they don't care
you're well loved and respected
well spoken, well connected
with your shiny cars, your suit and tie
but if I met you in the jungle you'd eat me alive
How do you sleep, how do you sleep
In your tower on your satin sheets
Sweet, sweet and deep
High above the mess that you've made
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California
04:39
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Maybe I should move to california
Make friends with long haired girls who laugh a lot and live by the water
Never worry bout the little things
Never worry about anything at all
It’s getting dark real early in the city
I get this sinking feeling summer’s gone and winters closing in
People rushing all around me
They pass so close but they won't look me in the eye
Maybe I could start a new life
Cut my ties and never look back
Shed the skin I’ve been wearing
Come out brand new and shiny
Maybe I should move to California
Sell all my possessions or just leave em on the curb and walk away
Watch em fade in the mirror watch em getting smaller til they disappear
Or will my shadow find me, follow close behind me
Will it reach me where I go
Is there no way to outrun this little ache this steady hum
Will it always be banging on my door
I wanna feel like I’ve arrived
I wanna let myself fall and land safe in outstretched arms
Somewhere I can lay my burden down
Like some prophesied long awaited promised land
Maybe I should move to California
Maybe there’s a new life waiting for me
Somewhere over on the other side
Of this wide open
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Garden
04:08
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Rien ne pousse dans ce jardin
Rien ne pousse plus maintenant
Rien ne pousse dans ce jardin
Les oiseaux se sont envolés
Had a dream, there were fires burning
Over a scorched Earth, black smoke was pouring
And the hand that fed, poured forth unending bounty
Has turned away, turned and left us wanting
Nothings growing in the garden
Nothings growing there today
Nothings growing in the garden
All the birds have flown away
The soil was rich and the fruit hung heavy
We bit with pointed teeth, we ate our fill, hands sticky
And the green, green Earth,poured forth impossible riches
Now we stand on parched land now we stand forsaken
Nothings growing in the garden
Nothings growing there today
Nothings growing in the garden
All the birds have flown away
The world was wet, every inch restless and seething
The world was fat and full, filled to overflowing
Nothings growing in the garden
Nothings growing there today
Nothings growing in the garden
All the birds have flown away
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Split in Half
06:02
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This wall is thick and wide, press your ear and all you’ll hear is the quiet inside
We don’t talk to the neighbors; we live with these strangers on the other side
Do they feel this other home, it’s a strange sensation
Do they feel the absence of whole, like there’s something missing
Do they feel other lives seeping through, on a low vibration
Like a thought in the back of your mind, something tied to a stone and sinking
This house is split in half, there’s no line between us
Hallways in the dark, twist and turn then suddenly stop
We’re not alone but we’re not together, one hand can’t talk to the other
Just out of sight, hidden from view, I know you’re there but I can’t see you
Who erected this wall, who made this division
Who made two when there should only be one, why’d they make this decision
Why’d they leave this dead space at our side, this constant reminder
Something’s been lost you didn’t know you owned, something tied to a stone and sinking
This house is split in half, there’s no line between us
Hallways in the dark, twist and turn then suddenly stop
Maybe we can tear it down, find some way around it
A secret passage, a magic word, to open invisible doors
I look for you, for a passage through to the other side
Missing rooms and awkward angles, phantom spaces, twisted, tangled
The flow has been interrupted; this house has been corrupted by this arbitrary line
Do you feel this other home, it’s a strange sensation
Do you feel the absence of whole, like there’s something missing
Do you feel other lives seeping through, on a low vibration
Like a thought in the back of your mind, something tied to a stone and sinking
This house is split in half, there’s no line to lead us
Back to the start, back to the way it was before this wall went up
Maybe we can tear it down, find some way around it
A secret passage, a magic word, to open invisible doors
To the other side
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Little Sailor
00:48
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Little sailor in a big sea
Where are you going and where have you been
Is it lonely out there with the waves and the sky
Do you long for somebody to talk to at night
Out with the darkness above and below
With no one to save you and nowhere to go
As you float on the border between air and water
Are you just happy to be
Sailing in this great big sea
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Bells
03:48
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I hear it in the valley, I hear it down below
I hear it on the mountain, and everywhere I go
I hear bells ringing for change
I can feel it coming, feel it moving fast
That big wave is rolling across the ocean, it’s gonna crash
I hear bells ringing, for change
Oh bells, bells are ringing for change
You can hold on tight,
but it’s gonna move you
You can build towers tall,
but they’re gonna crumble,
they’re gonna crumble
I hear bells ringing for change
Oh bells, bells are ringing
I hear it in the valley, I hear it down below
I hear it on the mountain, and everywhere I go
I hear bells ringing for change
Oh bells are ringing
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The Whispering Tree New York, New York
Called “one of the most talented duos to take stage in NYC” by Deli Magazine, The Whispering Tree are singer/songwriter Eleanor Kleiner and multi-instrumentalist Elie Brangbour. Their new release, Invisible Forces, explores a deeply personal and political landscape, with themes of hope, despair and social consciousness. ... more
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