Sofie

Quiet Soul

What Will Come Of Us

Acoustic version of Quiet Soul played live at Radio 3

Quiet Soul (Acoustic Live at Radio 3)

Acoustic version of Sofie played live at Radio 3

Sofie (Acoustic Live at Radio 3)

Puppets

It’s gone tits up but I’m okay,
It had to happen anyway,
So I just, see my mojo rise,

We took the label off and now we’re chill,
We’ll go back to smelling sex on us still,
And I will,
Start to realise.

Our puppeteers bribed us to give up baby,
I couldn’t cut the line,
To stop it from fading away though we’d always,
Ignore the signs.
By bobbing around like we did before we’ll,
Tug on the strings,
We’ll bury the hatchet with them to be,
Brought alive.

We’ll get to sieve shit and risk it baby,
To find gems hidden in the ground,
I can’t promise I’ll be here waiting,
I just want you to stick around.

My strings could get tied someplace where I,
Get drugged up with lust,
We had our chance so I pretend I
Don’t feel bad for us.


Puppets

He's picking a path, through shameful memories,
Trying to cope, with ordered necessities,
He's labelled a tool, his own old ego's out of fuel,
And screw the what ifs, its all hit and miss and know the toes you kiss,
Cause when you're a list of things you had to do, you'll start to call him true.

And you know, yeah you know, it ain't sweeter now you know, when you're crossing the bar and you realised you had it, it ain't sweeter that the woe

And the woe, yeah the woe, it ain't sweeter than the woe, it ain't sweet when you're a slave of your own sick pride,
It makes you blind

Joining the dots, of his damn existence, 
Though they think they're the ones, who've pushed through resistance take a stance if you must, cause you might end up bust.
And this goes to you, who's faining complacency your basis is laid, so don't risk senescence see we all know, we'll only catch a glimpse.

The Last Trovador

This is our tribute to the best fuking band ever! ENJOY! Performed by Jai Alai, The Rodro and Nicky.

I Want It That Way (tribute to the best band ever)

They'll tell you to choose your opinion,
Come on roll the die
Educate the haze that your brain is,
Baby find the light.
Tell me how are kings and gods made then,
From sand and stone,
Handcuffed when your born in exchange for your innocence, I know.

So baby have I been placed incorrectly,
Have I not seen a creed that I would call mine,
I must be pissing when its rather windy,
Their omnipresence can't pass borderlines.

Look at these ants working down below us,
How they fight to strive,
Worshipping the same mundane thinking of you and I.
Then they use these rules to cause mayhem, breaking heads and bones,
After all they put our words in their mouths to create their thrones.

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