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Are we back in the game, boy? 'Cos it's time to go.
I can see you remember the last time, but listen I have changed a little
Ain't that good, no?
Good to see that you're mending,
Don't be twice shy, though
it aches when you wake and in all kinds of weather
Let's get the old gang back together.
Now we knock at the next door, and I say hello.
But as she would say, "You can't clear the air in a room full of elephant."
Don't you think, bro?
I can see that you hate me, but life's quid pro quo.
Cos three weeks in she got up, left forever.
Let's get the old gang back together.
And the silence is deafening.
Anybody gonna take the call?
Anybody gonna take the call?
Any body gonna take the call?
Come on people, L. A. needs us all!
How's our favouite sweet thing; the "Red Knight Monroe"?
Now can I be Steed and you Mrs Peel, We can flirt
All the way to Monte Carlo
You could be that again, babe, with one last dice throw.
The Jet Smurfette in her cracked scarlet leather.
Let's get the old gang back together.
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Transvariation one
03:08
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Lover
03:53
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I've passed this way before, here come the floods of memory.
The stale tobacco air a crumpled sketch a patch of sea.
A half forgotten rhyme, an angry word scratched in dismay.
I haven't slept again; I hold each one it fades away.
Then I come home like the first time,
And die to each empty wasted year.
I drink in deep from each moment
Every half smile every movement every tear.
The years be fore us
Could only leave me aching for more.
I'd need a lifetime,
and ache as much as ever...
I try to keep direct, but the traffic light reflects the glare from the rain and the sleeting.
Never know what's coming next, we operate on reflex then despair, cos the memory's fleeting.
And if I had another moment, I would spend it less indifferent, I'd open up my ears more.
I must have missed it when you said it, now I'm living to regret it, show me what you disappeared for.
And I appreciate amassing memories like a child.
But I can't replicate, so it remains un-reconciled.
And as the chasm starts to open up deeper, the wind chill rushes down your back, and the gradient steeper.
It seems apparent to be reticent, will leave you reminiscent, rather than within your element.
It's more than evident.
With hindsight, when the time's right, shed tears, because you'll never see her eyes shine bright.
You'll never see her eyes shine bright.
The years be fore us,
Could only leave me aching for more.
I'd need a lifetime,
and ache as much as ever...
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Transvariation two
02:44
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Hero
03:27
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Transvariation three
03:59
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Trixxter
03:24
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世界上最大的海是什么海?苦海,因为苦海无边啊
Translation:
What is the world's largest ocean?
The ocean of tears, because the sea of suffering is boundless.
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Transvariation four
04:37
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Seer
05:21
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But oh, my child,why must we cry?
All of the sighs we breathe in time join the sky.
And oh my child, must we be bruised,
Knowing the bitter taste of kindness refused?
But oh, my child, why must we grieve?
We could move mountains if we'd only believe.
And oh my child, why must we weep?
Each little life of ours is rounded with sleep.
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Beamer Grande Vancouver, British Columbia
A genre-defying musical collaboration between electronic production obsessionist Jon Bierman and Richard Meehan, unhinged
musical expressionist, academic and polymath of jazz, classical and contemporary composition.
Their collaboration creates an uncompromisingly wacky, wonky, bold, and brash experience, confounding listener expectation as often as is tasteful, and occasionally a bit more.
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