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Alvorada
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by Second Monday
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Don't Talk About Dust
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Vivo Molto
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- 1. Don’t talk about dust
2. Stereoscope
3. Vivo molto
4. Hour of the wolf
5. Barricades
6. He’s wired
7. Vespertilio
8. Emissary sleepers
9. We’re not coming home
10. Analogues - credits
- released 21 August 2009
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- Track Name: Don't Talk About Dust
- Wide eyes tell it true but I prefer the brush. I knew a man who said we were dust. Like seeds we sprung up and with breath we took flight. I was pulling the sails before my legs had stepped. But now did imagination’s great reach overstep your shallow mark? Business the innovator. A jealous relationship out for blood. Art: the cutthroat industry. It’s all networking. Do you have the contacts? Business the innovator. Shallow means to a shallow end and then the chips are down. Controversy: an ace in the hand. I knew a man who said we were dust. Like seeds we sprung up and with breath we took flight.
- Track Name: Vivo Molto
- I’d be the first to say I have made mistakes but some days I live for them. All day now I live for them. I’d be the first to say it feels so good I can’t turn it off. I live for them. Thirteen cards mark my arm and in my dreams I sometimes see in black and white. Fan the suits in order from the ace down to the King. Peace perfect peace I need you now, piece-by-piece I’m figuring you out. Across the trackside, across the distance I’ve listened to the discords. I’ve seen those pictures on your wall but it’s in my head we speak in notes of symphony. We take it back to control. Can you see the wolves as they close around? Every now and then the final card transforms into cloud and light, and then the next night is replaced by lines. You’re across the trackside. Across the distance I’ve listened to the discords. I’ve seen those pictures on your wall but it’s in my head we speak. It’s about taking a risk. We take it back to control. Can you see the wolves as they close around? Somewhere in the distance thunderbolts and lightning. Quick march, hand in hand, across the circuit hills. Did you hear the one about the man with golden lungs? Flash flood shattered. Benchmark empty. Candle light. Create, destroy, rebuild again. Explaining everything to me. In terms I cannot begin to understand the truth, it’s hard to. We’re lost in space.
