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Planet Caravan
05:07
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Marching Song
03:19
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Dig Your Fingers In
04:54
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Like A Drunkard Reels
09:20
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Out searching for pinpricks
Of light in the dark
On a mantle so black
Everything's covered in tar
The sun has slid under
The moon is on her heels
Whilst the world keeps on turning
Like a drunkard reels
All the cold is melting
Street lights smudge with stars
Splashes of paint now daubed
Sweeping across in an arc
A fool's vision of paradise
Four sparkling wheels
All spinning wildly
Like a drunkard reels
The blur becomes beautiful
All muffled and warm
The edges once harsh and sharp
Have dissolved in the dawn
Old knights on a pavement
Down on luck, on our knees
Spitting, whilst swearing an oath
Like a drunkard reels
"Come swish around, my pretty punk
And keep me dancing still..."
The older poet's words resounding
As the pealing of a bell
Through its dirty, beating heart
We ramble, like we're free
Dizzy with a heady bliss
Like a drunkard reels
Whirling in a haze of smoke
It all starts to unfurl
The distant horns declaring
It is the end of the world
Heavy with a burden
So over we keel
Like a hut sways in the wind
Like a drunkard reels
A rainbow in darker tones
Stretches through the sky
With promises of solid gold
The crueler tricks of light
The night is full of violent truths
There's just too much to feel
So close your eyes and stagger on
Like a drunkard reels
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Esben and the Witch
Looking for the light in the dark since 2008
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