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Clutching At Straws
00:58
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teachers teach us
bind us and lead us
down the garden path and then leave us
there is no turning back
the bones of creatures
castles on beaches
poison rain cuts the earth into pieces
there is no turning back
there is no turning back
there is no turning back
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we're living in a dolls house
a dolls house
our heart
it quivers like a door mouse
asleep on sawdust
like winter descending on us
do you feel the same way
feel the same way
caught through the looking glass
sunny weather
we pose at the window
we're living in a dolls house
a dolls house
all dressed in our sunday best
and the hands reach in - yes
and they place us perfectly - yes
do you feel the same way
feel the same way
caught through the looking glass
sunny weather
we pose at the window
rule number 1 - don't jump over these walls
rule number 2 - don't muse upon these clocks
rule number 3 - don't leave your curtain's drawn
rule number 4 - don't slam the kitchen door
rule number 5 - don't go the bed and hide
rule number 6 - don't watch the clock transfixed
rule number 7 - don't depend on the weather
rule number 8 - don't leave your dinner plate
rule number 9 - don't repeated your lies
rule number 10 - don't when it's the end
a dolls house (we are living)
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3. |
Arena
01:19
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on stage
applause
we'll wait
for the curtain to fall
on this dress rehearsal
are we still here?
no friends
on shore
we'll wave
at the final encore
of this dress rehearsal
are we still here?
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4. |
Masques - Persuasion
00:54
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5. |
Masques - Masques
02:55
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put on our masks
for our last dance
the marks that stain
always remain
this house of cards
shatters like glass
each pulse sustains
unrivaled pain
the ides of march
a passing glance
a carriage waits
at the journey's end
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6. |
Masques - In Verse
01:07
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in their rooms
in their tombs
in their ribbons
in their wombs
in their bones
in their homes
in their gardens
in their thrones
in their clouds
in their shrouds
in their waters
in their crowns
in their beds
in their threads
in their garters
in their shreds
in their cloaks
in their shows
in their stories
in their smoke
in their past
in their glass
in their mournings
in their masks
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and how we built the tempest (wake up)
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8. |
Rings, Feathers & Oil
02:09
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wave after wave
as the church bell chimes
this ringing in the eaves
all across the asphalt skies
one of these days
when the ram horn cries
brings angels to my window
wake me in the dead of night
as their shadows descend
like the hands of time
cutting at the chords
turning all the blackness white
some of the fears
that'll change our lives
from far beyond the pale
they'll lay us on a bed of knives
meeting up as friend
in the morning light
as so we just pretend
that the candles in our head aren't fires
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9. |
The Other Ram
00:21
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10. |
Isidore's March
03:03
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morning august
fallen soldier
drawn and quartered
cross the border
my casket
once hollow
now beats like the heart of a swallow
it's all for the parade
all for the parade
my armour
dead weapon
now meet as the midnight threatens
it's all for the parade
all for the parade
sons and daughters
wade through water
bearing crosses
mourning autumn
my hammer
it cuts shadows
into the eyes like a lines of arrows
it's all for the parade
all for the parade
my talons
unravel
to the hisses of a cold death rattle
it's all for the parade
all for the parade
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R.A.Kane UK
My piano driven music fuses the sounds of contemporary indie folk with the rich textures of shoegazing.
For more information about me, including a press pack, please email: r.a.kane@hotmail.co.uk.
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