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Morning
01:47
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early morning
no sleep yet
oh, how to forget
all these words flying arround
above my head till the ground
and the morning came again
oh, what a lonely day
without a friend
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Shine
05:48
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you hold
all that anger inside
and out
why don’t you smile
where’s your laughter
it’s not your children’s fault
they learn to hate
learn what’s fear
so, run away
away from here
but where to?
I need you
(yes, dressed in blue
black and blue)
find your bloss
tell me, please
if I bring storms or reinvigorating sunshines
and don’t forget to shine
(shine)
you know, your eyes shine
so does your soul (shine)
yes, you always shine
(shine)
nothing is wrong with your light
I give you love
(something for your dark days)
I give you love
(all those dark days)
I give you love
(and your black ways)
I give you love
(don’t you know you left a big trace in my heart,
you spread pain in my heart)
forgive yourself
and do retry
you do have time
you are alive
and don’t forget to shine
(shine)
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Gentle Crisis
08:24
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he calls them animals
confusion in his mind
messy lexico of a racist mouth
(things with soul)
if you haven’t slept outside in the streets
for one night at least
if you weren’t afraid
that you wouldn’t have bread
or medical care
or breathable air
she said “είμαστε πολλοί”
so, reduce the number
messy ethics of a paid opinion
(things with soul)
αν δε γνώρισες
αν δε γνώριζες
βία στο σπίτι
και να επιζήσεις μετά τη φρίκη
what kind of woman you are
how up is your skirt
how down is your neckline
messy groundrules of a phallo-heart
I talk like this
and I choke them with my words
and I kill
and they die
their will under mine
and I feel all this pain
can’t you heal me?
only I feel pain
only I.. feel… pain..
how would you know
what’s inside a black hole
how would you know
what’s on the other side of a black hole
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Blooming
02:20
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turn that music on
turn that music on
turn that music on
I need some comfort
turn that music on
I need to export
this giant fist that lives
inside my chest
keeping all my dreams
breathing in the mess
but they’re blooming in the dirt
like the white lotus
white flowers blooming in the dirt
wishing this wouldn’t hurt
colors blooming in the dirt
colors blooming in the world
colors blooming in the dirt
floating moments of the world
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Detuning
05:42
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no critical ability
we’d use anything to impress
we keep comparing deaths
judgemental deep stupidity
‘cause 35 is smaller than 5000
yes, 35 is smaller than 5000
the news said “we’re doomed”
who dares to detune?
they’re spreading negativity
they keep you a slave of their own goals
they make millions playing with your souls
the news said “we’re doomed”
who dares to detune?
I am detuning
can’t you see
oh, they control your mind
can’t you see
they want you to freak out
I am detuning
re-building trust was not the truth
we are still waiting for your move
too many deaths
too many homeless
I am detuning
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Ισορροπία (Balance)
06:20
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πάντα σου άρεσε η αλήθεια
τι καλή! τι καλή!
κι αν δεις την απελπισία,
μέχρι εκεί, είχες πει
όλα φαίνονται συνωμοσία
μυστική… μυστική…
ψάχνοντας την ισορροπία
μουσική… μουσική…
ψάχνω εδώ
(finding balance in your eyes)
ψάχνω εδώ
(I found balance in your eyes)
ισορροπία
τίνι βρε - ντάιμα σουάρι
(you want always your sun)
βιάρα σουάρι
(summer sun)
ιο άρντου βριάρι
(I burn love)
νίνκα όμου, ούνου, έρμου
(still a human, one, alone)
όταν σου γυρίζουν πλάτη
τι θα πει - τι θα πει
όταν χάνονται για χρόνια
τι θα πει - τι θα πει
δεν αρέσει η ειλικρίνεια
τακτική - τι θα πει
κι εσύ δεν το βάζεις κάτω
εμμονή, εμμονή.
ψάχνω εδώ
(finding balance in your eyes)
ψάχνω εδώ
(these days, I found balance in your eyes)
ισορροπία
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leaving home to find a home
you carry your lives as you go
they act like you’re not there
you have to say again what’s your name
she said that we’re all the same
but mostly wanted to explain
that you should be proud of where you’re born
but the place you live now is her own
(you mentioned) you’re (a) citizen of the world
(she insisted that) the place you live now is her own
immigrants or refugees
some piled up or on their knees
trying to build basic rights
the right to live
the right to live among us
the right to live as humans
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The Bus
06:41
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soon, I’ll wake up
(all this pain, never truly goes away
your ghost is very comprehensive)
I will run to get the bus
(time is passing by,
your life, my life.
we don’t know..
we don’t know how to celebrate)
and you’ll be there
(when everything is dark
and we can’t see)
and I will come beside you
(we can’t see you and me)
and I will hug you
and our journey will begin
and I’ll hear the beating of your heart
(we tried the same city,
we tried different cities,
we tried..
we tried)
and also my own
(but were we ever?)
and we won’t talk
(you and me)
‘cause you know my thoughts
and I know yours
and the bus will be going on
(some need money
some need space)
don’t care where it’s heading
(some need war)
don’t care where it’s heading
(some need someone to adore)
because we’ll be.. you and me…
in our hidden
(is it love?)
kingdom…
(or is it war?)
hidden…
soon, I’ll wake up
(time is a friend)
soon… soon… soon…
(breathe! yes!)
soon I’ll wake up
but I’ll run nowhere
the dream will be over
and the bus will not be our bus
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Every Day
04:24
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every day, this is life
what you do, what I do
do it now, life is now
you act like you don’t know death
you act like you’re immortal
you act like you found the one big truth
you act like you know the order of the world
what if there’s no order?
what if what you know is what you see?
and what I know, what I see..?
what if there’s no just one truth?
what if there’s just us thinking?
what if there’s just us here?
what if the world is in one’s mind?
or every mind a differnet world?
what is true?
what is not?
(what is true and what is not?)
what I choose is what I am
what I do is who I am
I may have dreams, but what I do is who I am
every day, this is life.
every day, every day.
what we do is what we are
if you want love, just make love
do it now, life is now.
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we go by colors
we cover ourselves
to hide behind a fearful mind
his silver tongue tried to reach me
but I’m all flesh
and I can still taste a bitter kiss, a sour breath
he played sitar with her complaining voice
in that burning sun
and I can still hear little kids near the tree of death
in my heart I know
you’re not who you say you are
and noone is
none of you
but they need to keep going
she has to recover
and all her children
dry or wet
(all the people)
re-innovating myself
re-justify myself
my existence
they want to know “how”
they want to know “why”
they want to change it
they want to change me
they want to change me
they want to make me
they want to make me
go by colors
cover myself
and hide behind a fearful mind
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11. |
City
06:38
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lights
there are lights
in this city
my city
the Sun in the sky
and the mirror of Moon
(things I will forget
fear of being late)
the lights in the streets
the lights of the signs
and all these cars
all the avenues
(things we all forget
never time for friends)
the lights of the city
in this city
my city
I can’t see the stars
but I have my Sun
and my mirror Moon
(where is common sense?
our life and health Vs trends)
and reflecting sexy Venus
to dacorate my electric clouds
(this is my home I say
but I can my sense break your hate?)
and my polluted air
I live in this big city
in this city
my city
confusion
illusion
progression
profession
delusion
obsession
possession
impression
aggression
exclusion
revolution
evolution
pollution
my fusion
indignation
depression
frustration
no-motion
emotion
devotion
confession
expression
co-motion
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Lydia Plain London, UK
I'm an indie artist based in London, UK.
I'm a classical pianist, a musicologist and a
teacher.
All my music is written, performed and produced by me.
I find creativity in experimentation and practice.
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