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Repeating patterns of night time,
When fire turns into smoke.
I can hear you coming,
The sounds of your squeeky shoes.
Can you sense I'm pretending?
Do you hear that forced breath?
Your pray is wide awake,
Your pray is wide awake,
Your pray is wide awake,
Your pray is wide awake.
Repeating patterns of night time,
As fire turns into smoke,
That dances into nothingness.
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Ankle Deep - Innocence
06:13
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The earth is warming up,
Reaching the soles of my feet.
Slowly showing signs of life.
The sun is showing up,
Exposing the trees.
Appearing upside down on the water.
The crispy air makes my hair rise,
As I dig into memories.
The sunbeams reach my face through the brances,
Shimmering on the water.
The smell of pines brings me back,
Now I sink into waters of secrets.
Shifting down, swimming through the dark.
I've gone ankle deep.
Intergrading, reaching for the spark.
So merge with me to set us free.
Remembering my past golden locks.
I see them in front of me light up the lake.
I come to her and she rests on my chest.
She reaches out for my hands and we resurface together.
We surface together.
Shifting down, swimming through the dark.
I've gone ankle deep.
Intergrading, reaching for the spark.
So merge with me to set us free.
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Bergmál
04:42
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Svitinn lekur meðfram skakkri hryggjarsúlunni.
Stunurnar óma.
Höggin lenda á hvössum steininum.
Ég kalla, en heyri bara bergmál.
Það skrjáfar í mölinni undan þungum skrefunum.
Kletturinn umvefur allt,
Og hvergi sést til himins.
Hellirinn gleypir mig.
Ég vil komast aftur heim,
Og hverfa burt langt út í geim.
Hér ríkir grafarþögn í myrkrinu.
Rauðir dropar drjúpa í takt,
Hjartað slær í lófanum.
Tunglið er tælandi,
En hellirinn er allt sem ég sé.
Svitinn lekur meðfram skakkri hryggjarsúlunni.
Hellirinn gleypir mig.
Ég vil komast aftur heim,
Og hverfa burt langt út í geim.
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4. |
Úrvinnsla
01:18
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5. |
Ró við sjóinn
03:32
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Milli svefns og vöku
04:34
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Teppið nær ekki yfir tærnar,
Augnlokin síga.
Nú fækkar fólki á götunum
Og stjörnurnar opna augun sín,
Og lýsa upp tárin.
Þó sumir sofi einir,
Þá göngum við saman inn í nóttina
Og ullin okkur yljar.
Svífandi þar sem tíminn er frosinn.
Fjarri þessum heimi.
Eins og knapi án brynju í ævintýri,
Svífandi hömlulaust.
Teppið nær ekki yfir tærnar,
Augnlokin síga.
Og tárin upplýsa.
Við fljótt munum rísa.
Svífandi þar sem tíminn er frosinn.
Fjarri þessum heimi.
Eins og knapi án brynju í ævintýri,
Svífandi hömlulaust.
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7. |
Outro
04:57
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Sunna Fridjons Reykjavík, Iceland
Welcoming the mixture of innocence and gloom, feeding her plural personalities the Icelandic Sunna takes us through minimalistic but thickly textured instrumental pieces and haunting chamber pop songs with influences of Tori Amos, Agnes Obel and Sunna's mentor Sóley, where the raw piano, strings and bare but powerful vocals lead the way. ... more
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