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Nation
05:46
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Labels fading
Leaders undone
Watching the waiting
Old School out-run
Some of them tell you it’s a lifeline
Some of them tell you it’s a key
Our genie in a bottle
Our castle in the sky
The blood upon the ground
It’s near
(In this Nation)
Fires in the open
Ashes on the land
The burning of the young
It’s near
(In this Nation)
Tribal hatred
One side unclean
Wounded pieces
Moving unseen
Photo in family album
Somewhere on the beaches then
He was gone while she was waiting
Lavender and mourning
Was it all for love?
Where are we?
Undecided, half undone
Some great weakness, this way comes
Laughing at the families
Held behind the wire
Shirts of black will march once more
Walking through an open door
Talking of our destiny
Welcoming the fire
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I dropped out of the chair and spent three days in cold turkey, until the sight of my hands was no longer distant and spider-like. The diagrams were left in a corner but, in my amplified dreams, they crawled of the paper and filled the room.
I had reversed by dreams you see. And thus, the dreams of others were now being filled by this engine of metal. This filler and emptier; this Big Red Spark.
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3. |
After The Light (Demo)
06:15
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Born sighted
Complacent
Days all the same
No warning
Sharp impact
Inside the brain
I’m waking
In darkness
It’s light outside
They tell me
I’m lucky
They should have lied…
Sound to sight it
Would be fine
Even sound to touch
Swapping senses
In my mind
This is all too much
<Chorus>
After the light I’m not
The man I was before
I put up such a fight
To lie here on the floor
The space between my hands
Is twenty seconds long
The future races on
Distances all wrong
Born newly
Displacement
I need to learn
When space is
Where time is
How to return
Time and space have
Been replaced
By a puzzle box
Catatonic’s
What they say
‘Just sits there and rocks’
<Chorus>
After the light I’m not
The man I was before
I put up such a fight
To lie here on the floor
The space between my hands
Is twenty seconds long
The future races on
The distances all wrong
Born tenfold
Adjacent
The way to be
By moving
Directions
Time changes key
Time and space have
Been replaced
By a box of toys
I’m the master
Of my fate
Rise above the noise
<Chorus>
After the light I’m not
The man I was before
I put up such a fight
To get up from the floor
The space between my hands
Is twenty million long
The future races on
The distances are gone
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Sever all the ties around me
To better fight the nightmare
Never saw before he found me
I thought I was so sweet there
Sundried Today
Don't let this moment stay
Sundried Today
I let it slip away
Gather all the troops behind me
Then to find there is no-one
Suicide's surprised to find me
Before the morning sun.
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I'm Not Crashing (Demo)
05:23
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All the colours, all the angles
Everything that makes a miracle a miracle
(slips away)
All the make-up, all the music
Little documents for happiness and hatred
(Everyday)
All the colours., all emotion
All the contacts, they will come undone
If I let it go
I'm not crashing, this is my party
I'm not crashing, I'm just here
Young and lonely, soft and angry
Under every single moment there's a message
(In your face)
In reaction, in reduction
There's a dignity in showing you my weakness
(Small and true)
All the stillness, all the texture
All the context, they will go unchanged
If I let it go
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The pretty face, the neat ensemble that can drive you to distraction
That silly song, you swim along onto a hook until you drown
The broken rhythm of a weakness that can poison you attention
The simple weight behind a thought that will contrive to bring you down
See, it's all around you
Raised by good thought
Burned to the ground
See, it will surround you
All that we've wrought
Burned to the ground
The journey home, is set in stone and quickly broken into pieces
The public life that holds a family is suddenly not there
The things that stick to you are turning into heresy and opinion
A tribe of names becomes the centre of a lie that leads nowhere
It makes you feel like you're not there
The weight you thought that you could bare
What kind of person hides the truth to make a knife out of the secret?
Who cuts the rope and tears the sail, that pulls the boat along?
A minutes silence for the act, that was thrown into the open
As after all it takes a lifetime to admit that we were wrong
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7. |
Two Minutes in Debt
01:46
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Instrumental
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Many wishes have been made
Many granted, many just mislaid
Only one wish joins us all
To greet the boatman and to think no more
Sew the paint on strange machines
Build a god to grant our wish
It's the Big Red Spark
Safe in the knowledge of The Big Red Spark
You know it
Walls go up and trillions pray
Many worlds are linked in hope/dispair
Diplomats have meetings planed
With the blueprints in their sweating hands
Gather all the dreams to die
The work that takes the countless years
It's the Big Red Spark
Safe in the knowledge of The Big Red Spark
Soon we're united in The Big Red Spark
Safe in the knowledge of The Big Red Spark
Hail to the coming of The Big Red
Is this the thing we planned?
Almost like drops of light
Transparent shards of will, reunite
Everywhere up and down
Built from our own design
We switched off the universe
We're still here
Who, who, who are you?
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9. |
The Clock
10:03
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Where it lies, there we lay too
When it speaks, we applaud
In its arms, tenderly
To turn us softly to corpse dust
Working hard, when my day's done
To find my home full of strangers
Was it now, was it next year?
Tomorrow blends into no-where
In my face
See his face all around us
See his hands reaching out
You can tell what he's thinking
'The winning is in the waiting, wait for me.'
He gives and takes our right to life
Dictator of the masses
When he forbids or forces all
'This is the world.' The priest says
We'll break him down
We'll let him know
Dictators have farther to fall
Blood an his hands
Blood on his face
We'll finish him wherever we can
Stop listening
Stop everything
No slices left to live in between
Sound of his breath
Sound of his heart
Dead silence as we tear him apart
Am I a victim of my crime
If I'm a willing victim?
Justly accused of killing time
There's nothing left to keep me in
Working hard, when my day's done
To find my home full of strangers
Was it now, was it next year?
The winning is in the waiting
Wait for me
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Tinyfish Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Tinyfish was formed in 2005 and released their eponymous debut album in 2006. It was their 2009 breakout album The Big Red Spark however, which gave the band wider acclaim. The band split in 2012.
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