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Miike Snow Album


Miike Snow (05/12/2009)
05/12/2009
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Billie Holiday (bonus track)
. . .


I'd shape shapes just to hide in this place but i'm still, i'm still an animal.

There was a time when my world was filled with darkness, darkness darkness.
Then I stopped dreaming, now i'm supposed to fill it up with something, something, something.

In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody I knew before, long long, long ago.
But I'm still trying to make my mind up, am I free or am I tied up?

I'd shape shapes just to hide in this place, but I'm still, I'm still an animal.
Nobody knows it but me when I slip, yeah I slip, I'm still an animal.

There is a hole and I tried to fill it up with money, money, money.
But it gets bigger to your hopes, it's always running, running, running.

In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody who could be so, tell me if i'm wrong.
Now i'm pulling your disguise up. Are you free or are you tied up?

I'd shape shapes just to hide in this place, but I'm still, I'm still an animal.
Nobody knows it but me when I slip, yeah I slip, I'm still an animal.

. . .


(Misery is all we know lately
Saturdays are all the same)

Sympathy is overrated
like a snapshot when you've lost the game

Now its the funeral
I become the serial killer of us all
(repeat)

No I don't wanna get thrown in your ocean
Don't try

You know that we already know you
it's over
at your own burial
don't forget to cry
at your own burial

Looking at my 81st birthday
Everyday this body goes to waste
Remembering how I would raise an army
When we went back to your place

Now its the funeral
I become a serial killer of us all
(reapet)

No I dont wanna get thrown in your ocean
Dont try you know that we already know you
its over

At your own burial
Dont forget to cry
At your own burial

. . .


Reach the city steps tonight
Following the power lines
Met a man barside
With eclipses for eyes
And you tell yourself you won't let them touch
Did I say too much? Did I say enough?
I don't know, Silvia
I don't know, Silvia

Circle round the room still
Have fun breaking my will

No, I can't have you here
Someone else on your skin

And it's all my fault for not getting off
so you made it start, can you make it stop?
You don't know, Silvia
You don't know, Silvia

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Reach the city steps tonight
Following the power lines

And your skin is so white
Underneath the black night
And your voice cries out for the coup de grâce
And the lights go out, will there be a trace?
That I loved, Silvia
That I loved, Silvia
(That I loved, Silvia)

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SIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAA

(That I loved, Silvia)

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(SIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAA)

. . .


I met you on the Palisades
The sun was spilling kerosene
And I was feeling wide awake
Girl, you can be so obscene
And when you sang a lullaby
A missionary called your name
You disappeared and hopped a flight
For the Serengeti plain

Tell everyone you know
Open up the door
Tell everyone you know
Open up the door

When your love has gone
You carry on
This is her song
This the song for no one
This the song for no one

I think I own a photograph
That shows her in the freezing rain
With the Italians on the bank
They know how to entertain
A string of pearls behind your hair
A music box to catch your tears
Now call your mother in L.A.
She hasn't heard your voice in years

Tell everyone you know
Open up the door
Tell everyone you know
Open up the door

When your love has gone
You carry on
This is her song
This the song for no one

When your love has gone
You carry on
This is her song
This the song for no one

You can jump a ride
But don't ask why
And don't close your eyes
This the song for no one

. . .


How long has it been shall we get into it again?
Excuse our disgrace we've had no time to paint the place
The dog is always barking at the mailman

I won't waste your time with my revelation
Hello my friend I see you're back again
Hello mystery don't bother to explain
How bout maybe its all been in my head
Hey well I'm tired of this black & blue black & blue

My dear come again your voice is fading out and in
Out of the laundry bin I found my innocence again
The dog is always barking at the mainman

I won't waste your time with my revelation
Hello my friend I see you're back again
Hello mystery don't bother to explain
How bout maybe its all been in my head
Hey well I'm tired of this black & blue black & blue

Hello my friend I see you're back again
Hello mystery don't bother to explain
How bout maybe its all been in my head
Hey well I'm tired of this black & blue black & blue

. . .


Morning bled at the water's edge
The city was bringing me down
And my mind was on a ledge
Saying who's gonna help you now

Without sun we pull what feeds us
From the heat that's in between us
How can we expect to build a boat
Seagulls running everything

Hard, you make it hard, hard

It's all the opposite I think
The ladder runs side to side
Enough to make you want a drink
But there's no place to hide

Watching shadows within shadows within
They hide their dark selfs from the sun
And her voice is just a memory
You're not fooling anyone

Hard, you make it hard, hard
Hard, you make it hard, hard

. . .


Oh God, I think I'm dying
And our drinks were just bought
Look outside, someone's waiting
With a yellow horse

With a hole in the heart I was forced to ride in morning traffic
With a golden hand by your fortress side but without magic
Somebody, somebody, somebody tell me it won't be long
'Cause a horse is not a home
A horse is not a home

Uninvited to the play
Where language doesn't hurt
With nothing on my shirt
Sometimes I swim with you
In a room that is ocean-sized and clear not here
Where all I breathe is smoke

With a hole in the heart I was forced to ride in morning traffic
With a golden hand by your fortress side but without magic
Somebody, somebody, somebody tell me it won't be long
'Cause a horse is not a home
A horse is not a home

Somebody, somebody, somebody tell me it won't be long
'Cause a horse is not a home
A horse is not a home

. . .


All my life I've been the slave of consequence,
wondering how this life could be so intricate,
I wanna rewrite my heart and let the future in,
I wanna open it up and let somebody in.

Can you free me from the logic that I knew,
I'll believe it even if it's not true.

Am I falling asleep on my feet again?
I call out, is anybody listening?
And it's like I'm diving into emptiness
but at least there's something beating in my chest.

Will you free me from the logic that I knew,
I'll believe it even if it's not true.

. . .


I was born into money
And sold down the river
I was choked by the jailor
And fucked the gorilla
I ran through the country ahead of my time
I escaped through a keyhole before they erased me
I married the beetle and learned to be graceful
It's why all this warfare pours out of my eyes

Now I see just what you mean
It hurts too much to breathe
All alone in this plastic jungle
Sometimes I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get la la la...

She told me loved me
I didn't believe her
The son of a junkie is ancient Korean
But don't blame the girl she's out of her mind

Now I see just what you mean
It hurts too much to bleed
All alone in this plastic jungle
Sometimes I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get la la la...

Sometimes I wanna get
Sometimes I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get la la la...

. . .


Yes, I've been living long enough to be
Forgiven
For the bones I broke I had to make
A living (a living)

But we won't back down from anything
In search of a remedy
No we won't back down from anything
In search of a remedy

Father put his foot down on my games
Forever
So in the marketplace I stay calm
And clever

And we won't back down from anything
In search of a remedy

No we won't back down from anything
In search of a remedy

. . .


Last call for everything
A pool of emmaline's delirious
She lingers like a chain
It's more than grave but not too serious

Send your reverie to me, faker
Into the mouth of green morning, faker

I am so wide awake
The wind is moving blossoms through the door
It's more than I can take
But half as much as what it was before

Send your reverie to me, faker
Into the mouth of green morning, faker

. . .

Billie Holiday

[No lyrics]

. . .


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