A nice happy song about pain and loss

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Heading south on dusty roads
Headlights glow against the dark
I still hear your voice, I remember your words
Burning bright inside my heart

Not my landscape, not my home
I played the cards I was given
The beasts watch me from the shadows
As I avoid their suspicion

Sugar-coated suffering
(wonder what this one will bring?)
Food for the candle wick
(another song for us to sing)
Chords for pain everybody knows
(not my landscape, not my home)
Burn your heartbreak on the family coals
(don't let it show)

Heading south running just in case
Love has faded like an old photograph
Feed your heartbreak to the fireplace
Warm your grief in the candle glow

Not my landscape, not my home
I played the part I was given
The beasts watch me from the shadows
As I avoid their suspicion

Sugar-coated suffering
(wonder what this one will bring?)
Food for the candle wick
(another song for us to sing)
Chords for pain everybody knows
(not my landscape, not my home)
Burn your heartbreak on the family coals
(don't let it show)

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Candle Glow

You Saved Me

Went away for a few days and stayed at a house in middle of nowhere, there was nothing around but cows, on the side in the house was a little information sheet about the place, the lyrics are loosely based on that.

LYRICS

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up a family where no one could know. 

And, the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
Oooooooo. 

There are herbs on the hillside and fish in the stream, 
There's game to be poaching to make good the lean. 
All the animals crowd as the north-easter blows.
The short days of winter approach from below. 

And the cows stand and stare through your face. 
The cows that belong to this place.
The cows do not care how you feel.
The cows will not move from these fields.
Ooooooo-ah. 

And the hills do not know,
of the valley(s) below. (x2) 

ahhhhhh (x4) 

The cows do not give much away.
The cows in the wind do not sway.
The cows are not ever forlorn.
The cows stay right where they are born.
Oooooooo. 

Oh, to be free,
in the wild valley.
Now, look at me.
With my land, far from sea. 

Oh, look at me.
No stopping me now.
Oh, look at me.
With my field; full of cows. 

And, the hills do not know,
of the valley below. 

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up his family where no one could know. 

And the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
The cows do not show on their face.
What they think of this place.
Ooooooooo.

Cows (Wild Ones)

Second track of the album : https://soundcloud.com/thefallofsaigon/sets/off-with-your-head.  https://soundcloud.com/spukschreibmaschine on a journey toward Mars. Leaving Earth should be seriously considered these days.

Let's go to Mars for awhile (SpukSchreibMaschine x The Fall of Saigon)

LYRICS

I'd give your pretty head a little shake.
Cos maybe i'm not such a fool.
Ah now, you're out there hanging with the super freaks.
The ones who abhorred you at school. 

There's no reason to be this excited by.
Oh, it's only some shit up your nose.
You look in the mirror from your pallid eyes.
Good lookers never give you a rose. 

The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
They get it for free.
The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
Come get it with me. 

Overestimating your thinking time.
It's seconds not the years that you thought.
The days that you gave in waiting on the line.
Can't count all the shit that you bought. 

Perfecting a lazy impression of.
The dandiest man on the town.
Might fool all the others with your dirty clothes.
Someday everybody comes down. 

The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
They get it for free.
The birds and the bees,
Oh the cows and the trees,
They get it for free.
The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
Come get it with me. 

You think you'll have it down
your nose at us.
Now that it bleeds take a pass.
The wolf is laying right there in your grandma's bed.
My girl what big teeth that he has. 

I'd give your pretty head a little shake.
Cos maybe we're not such a fool.
Ah now, you're out there hanging with the super freaks.
The ones who abhorred you at school. 

The cows in the fields,
Oh they get if for free,
They get it for free.
The birds and the bees,
Oh the cows and the trees,
They get it for free.
The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
Come get it with me.


Cows (Get it)

LYRICS

Phone on the sofa, 
oh you're taking in nothing,
vaguely listening to the scene.
I would kinda love it if you'd give me something, 
something to work with, 
something to grow.
I would kinda like it if you showed some feeling,
or if there's nothing you would let us know. 

We're heading out to see the queen.
We're here to see what's going wrong.
We're all relaxed and so serene.
We're heading out to see the queen. 

The beer bottles pile up by your feet, 
your grieving; isn't aimed above but rather just below.
Any excuse to feel collective meaning, 
just laying back to enjoy the show. 

We're heading out to see the queen.
We're oh so worried what's gone wrong.
We're all relaxed and so serene.
We're heading out to see the queen. 

We're heading out to see the queen.
We're here to see what's going wrong.
We're all relaxed and so serene.
We're heading out to see the queen. 

Your eyes barely flicker as you light up your cigarette,
take a drag and survey the scene.
I was kinda hoping that you'd be my princess.
kinda hoping that you'd be my queen.

The Queen [with The Fall of Saigon]

this track has some progressive heavy rhythms accompanied by heavy melodic melodies, please let me know what you think.

Last Day Of The Sun

This has no words yet. And the words it does have, it shouldn't

Fingerprint

Another relentless fusion groove from Mrakobes & Gom Jabbar: a dark and meandering ethno-metal love song for the heavy of heart.

Follow Mrakobes at https://soundcloud.com/oligopod

Не си ми месечина
Не, не си ми блеснала
Най-вече си море безбрежно
Носиш ми само мрак и тъга

Не си ми месечина
И никак не си ми грейнала

Месечина
Месечина

You are not my moon
No, and you don’t glow like one
You are more like a shoreless sea
that brings me only darkness & sorrow