Name: late night jam with Nick by Troy Edwards
Duration: 2 min 44 s
Description: Late February jam with Nick Steele on bass.

Late February jam with Nick Steele on bass.

late night jam with Nick

OLD SOUL - LUNAR ECLIPSE [Prod. OLD SOUL]

NEVER THOUGHT I’D FUCKIN’ BE IN THIS POSITION 
THESE THOUGHTS THAT RACE MY MIND, I PAY EM NO ATTENTION
TRY TO KEEP MYSELF FROM CLOUDIN’ UP MY VISION
BUT UNTIL THE SUN HAS RISEN, BITCH MY MIND IS LIKE A PRISON

TRY TO KEEP MY MIND CLEAR ,TIL MY THOUGHTS REALIGN, 
SO MANY QUESTIONS TO BE ANSWERED I STILL LOOK FOR A SIGN
HOW DID I GET HERE?  I TELL MYSELF I AM FINE 
NOW I START TO SEE THE PATTERNS EVERY THOUGHT INTERTWINED
CAGED IN THIS PRISON BITCH  UNTIL THE SUN BEAMS 
IM LOSING ALL HOPE I FEEL IT RIPPING FROM THE SEEMS 
FLOWIN’ LIKE A STREAM, FEELIN LIKE I'M STUCK IN A DREAM 
MY HEART JUST STARTED BEATING FASTER ITS GETTING HARDER TO BREATHE 

NEVER THOUGHT I’D FUCKIN BE IN THIS POSITION 
THESE THOUGHTS THAT RACE MY MIND, I PAY EM NO ATTENTION
TRY TO KEEP MYSELF FROM CLOUDIN’ UP MY VISION
BUT UNTIL THE SUN HAS RISEN, BITCH MY MIND IS LIKE A PRISON

the colors they speak in words
the void is closing, in on me
the colors they speak to me
the void is closing, take me

NEVER THOUGHT ID FUCKIN BE IN THIS POSITION 
THESE THOUGHTS THAT RACE MY MIND, I PAY EM NO ATTENTION
TRY TO KEEP MYSELF FROM CLOUDIN’ UP MY VISION
BUT UNTIL THE SUN HAS RISEN, BITCH MY MIND IS LIKE A PRISON

OLD SOUL - LUNAR ECLIPSE [Prod. OLD SOUL]

No Hope Astronaut

Choice is a fallacy
Sold to the young
To take all their best years
What in return?
All they learn is worth nothing at all
A hopeless escape but tell no one to leave
Only solemnity won't let you breathe
And you ask for it!

All they knew was stolen as they slept
under a blanket of....

What is the difference
from this time last year?
so small
you wouldn't notice it
Take all the small things and just add them all
Suddenly all of your freedom has gone
And you ask for it!

Satellite
Are you there?
Take what you wanted and just go fuck yourself!

Endgame

Satellite

Chasing Tails

No Hope Astronaut

Take hope in small victory
    it might be all you ever have

...and you swear four is five.....you say what they want you to...

2001-08-25: Reading Festival: Reading, UK

Four Is Five

The Things You Build Today I Will Break Tomorrow

One Day I Stopped Breathing

No Hope Astronaut

If this was the last day -what would you do?

late night jam with Nick

Troy Edwards

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