Devil in Ohio (Soundtrack from the Netflix Series)

Lessons of the Fire (from the Netflix Series "Devil In Ohio")

Lykke Li
I Never Learn. Out Now...

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Hippie Sabotage Remix of Elliot Moss' single "Slip" from Highspeeds. @elliotmossmusic @hippiesabotage 

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Do You Remember

The Gospel of the Divided Tongue

My man's got sermons in his hands,
A carpentry of touch and grace.
He builds a temple where I stand,
But speaks in code I can't embrace.
He holds the hammer, sharp and true,
The language of the finished wall.
I need the gospel wet with dew,
The silent vow before the fall.
I was born a lexicon of tears,
He’s fluency in stoic steel;
We stand on shores of different years,
And cannot speak the way we feel.

Take me to the pulpit of his mind,
Where all his deepest meanings lie.
He offers me the honest kind
Of love that I can't testify.
He uses stone and I use silk,
He offers labour, I need prayer.
We drink the same unholy milk,
But share a silence in the air.
And every time we try to teach
The syntax of our warring hearts,
We fail to bridge the fatal breach
That pulls our separate worlds apart.

He leaves a note pinned to the oak,
A list of things he fixed today.
For him, that's every word he spoke,
His promise written clear as day.
He sees the mended, solid door,
He thinks he’s said "I love you" best.
But I still search the metaphors
Hidden inside his sleeping chest.
I light a candle, soft and low,
A vigil for the words unheard.
He sees the danger of the glow,
And douses it without a word.

Take me to the pulpit of his mind,
Where all his deepest meanings lie.
He offers me the honest kind
Of love that I can't testify.
He uses stone and I use silk,
He offers labour, I need prayer.
We drink the same unholy milk,
But share a silence in the air.
And every time we try to teach
The syntax of our warring hearts,
We fail to bridge the fatal breach
That pulls our separate worlds apart.

If his devotion is the work he does,
Then mine's the music in the space.
We build a kingdom just because,
But cannot name the holy place.
We are the faithful, standing near,
But worshipping two different gods.
The echo of a hidden fear
Is proof that every sentence frauds.

Take me to the pulpit of his mind,
Where all his deepest meanings lie.
He offers me the honest kind
Of love that I can't testify.
He uses stone and I use silk,
He offers labour, I need prayer.
We drink the same unholy milk,
But share a silence in the air.
And every time we try to teach
The syntax of our warring hearts,
We fail to bridge the fatal breach
That pulls our separate worlds apart.

Amen.
The tongue is split.
Amen.
We cannot quit.
Amen.
The gospel's mute.
Amen.
Without the root.

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The Gospel of divided tongue

He rose where the cold breath waited,
Grey dawn biting bone and will.
The world leaned hard against his chest,
Yet still his feet were set to go.

The path was thin as a blade’s edge,
The sky a weight upon his brow.
No oath was spoken, none required—
The moving was the vow.

Run into the wind,
Still moving, still moving.
Push through the gale,
Push through.
He does not break,
He holds the line.
Forward—
Always.

The air struck back like living stone,
A foe with neither face nor name.
Each breath was taken, not bestowed,
Each step a theft from pain.

Fire woke beneath his ribs,
Ash and iron in his lungs.
He bore it as the old ones did—
In silence, on his tongue.

Run into the wind,
Still moving, still moving.
Push through the night,
Push through.
He does not break,
He holds the line.
Forward—
Always.

Against the air he gave his weight,
And in its grip was carried on.
Let it burn, the weak and small,
Let only motion remain.

Run…
Against the air…
Carry him…
Let it burn…

Run into the wind,
Still moving, still moving.
Push through the end,
Push through.
He does not break,
He holds the line.
Forward—
Always.

Run.
Run.
Again.

Into the Wind

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My poison- jamie norton&philip jewson

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MS MR - "Dark Doo Wop" (BK Beats Remix)

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