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intertwined
03:43
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akureyri
I woke up in an empty room
woke up without thinking of you
the day was peeking in
I sat up and held my chin
for a while
I know I’m young
I know I don’t belong
you don’t have to be nice
I’ve heard it all a million times
the cup’s sitting on the counter
it’s been there for days
I guess I’ll be here for days and days
Thes sky is lit up in red and blue
I hope it’s not because of you
but my worn out thoughts are tethered to
forgotten words said by you
oh I know
I know I’m weak
when you say that I am weak
but I wanna do it right
without saying goodbye
the cup’s sitting on the counter
it’s been there for days
I guess I’ll be here for days and days
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3. |
in tall buildings
02:33
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in tall buildings
Prófa píanó, sleppa kannski dobro
Lyrics by John Hartford:
Someday my baby, when I am a man,
And others have taught me
The best that they can
They'll sell me a suit
They'll cut off my hair
And send me to work in tall buildings
So it's goodbye to the sunshine
Goodbye to the dew
Goodbye to the flowers
And goodbye to you
I'm off to the subway
I must not be late
I'm going to work in tall buildings
When I'm retired
My life is my own
I made all the payments
It's time to go home
And wonder what happened
Betwixt and between
When I went to work in tall buildings
So it's goodbye to the sunshine
Goodbye to the dew
Goodbye to the flowers
And goodbye to you
I'm off to the subway
I must not be late
I'm going to work in tall buildings
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sometime
03:43
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sometime
Left my wallet on the table
hoping someone would remember me
guess I got all the good that I get
cause the time is running red
oh sometime
I can’t get a word out my mouth
when the day is slowly turning
into a night and I can’t figure out
why something is nothing
I disappear while you grab your drink
cause it’s already been an hour
he says “I’ll die tomorrow, what do you think?”
then turns the music up louder
So I close my eyes in the back of a car
hoping something would change for a while
before I leave say it all
cause I’ll be gone for some time
The trees are turning brown again
just like the little courage I have
not even a sliver left
well this is as good as it gets
I hoped to never be like you
but I’m afraid that I’m leaning
a bit too much on everyone
oh I hate that feeling
So I close my eyes in the back of a car
hoping something would change for a while
before I leave say it all
cause I’ll be gone for some time
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Arny Margret Reykjavík, Iceland
Arny Margret is from the Westfjords, a sparsely populated and confined peninsula in north-western Iceland. Born and raised in a small town called Ísafjörður, she attended music school from the age of 6 learning to play the piano and gradually taught herself guitar. Through the few pieces she’s shared, a feeling of isolation resonates, seeping through her dulcet tones and delicate strumming. ... more
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