1. |
Crowded
04:37
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Crowded, so crowded
Can't find it, lost inside it
Obsession with being busy, running circles, feeling dizzy
All of this time and none of it's mine
Borrowed sleep, waking early
Partly whole, feet unsteady
Bring me something warm and nice
Found out
You know I'm faking it all right now
Facade shatters when the curtain goes down
At the end, replays again everyday
Digression, a temporary departure, my lesson
I'm so sick of counting my crimes
Just want to waste time
Just want to waste time
Just want to waste time
Just want to waste time
I might recognise myself if I try
I might recognise myself if I try
I might recognise myself if I try
I might recognise myself if I try
I might recognise myself if I try
I might recognise myself if I try
I might recognise myself if I try
I might recognise myself if I try
I might recognise myself if I try
I might recognise myself if I try
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2. |
Somewhere to Hide
03:32
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I've got a busy mind
A hazy hum drifts round inside
Kaleidoscopes inside my eyes
Painted colours, faded lines
I smother it in shiny things
And dig a hole to climb right in
Don't care if I sink or swim
Cause I'm not even trying
It creeps up skin and bones
And makes a heart its lonely home
Fingers tight around my throat
Somewhere to hide where they wont go
Somewhere to hide where they wont go
Shivers up and down my spine
Vertebrae at a time
Restless unless we're entwined
Bring your body close to mine
It creeps up skin and bones
And makes a heart its lonely home
Fingers tight around my throat
Somewhere to hide where they wont go
Somewhere to hide where they wont go
Somewhere to hide where they wont go
Somewhere to hide where they wont go
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3. |
We're Fine
04:44
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I know what you say it for
Broken bridges, silent wars
Didn't have to count the score
That's what tally marks are for
Confusion with a different name
It's sinister, infects the brain
If beauty's really all that pain
Then let those mirrors fall
You smash the glass and ring the bell
And tell them all to check themselves
You pick apart the little pieces
Rub it raw until it's red
Flaking sparkles on your pillow
The sunshine kissing on your head
Like a crown
Glowing light
Natural haze never dies
In my eyes
In my eyes
We're fine
We're fine, we're fine, we're fine
Guessing what you're waiting for
Crystal clear in even fall
Tricky when it twists and crawls and never speaks its name
I can see its price tag
Scanning items check out man
Stuck on shelves to not be used again
Or poured right down the drain
You smash the glass and ring the bell
And tell them all to check themselves
You pick apart the little pieces
Rub it raw until it's red
Flaking sparkles on your pillow
The sunshine kissing on your head
Like a crown
Glowing light
Natural haze never dies
In my eyes
In my eyes
We're fine
Oh
You pick apart the little pieces
Rub it raw until it's red
Flaking sparkles on your pillow
The sunshine kissing on your head
Like a crown
Glowing light
Natural haze never dies
In my eyes
In my eyes
We're fine
We're fine, we're fine, we're fine, we're fine, we're fine
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4. |
Tunnel Vision
04:05
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Creep slow creep cold
I fit the mould
I've seen it all before
I know
Illusions of control
Take hold
Tiptoes around
On moonlit ground
Dreams you dearly hold
Unfold
Lost inside your soul
You're so bored
And it feels like I have tunnel vision again, again
And it feels like I have tunnel vision again, again
Wont change for you
Clip my wings so you don't have too
Criss cross the skin
Systems caving in
Undress the shame
That you should be doing something today
Existence lasts
Without that weight on your back
And it feels like I have tunnel vision again, again
And it feels like I have tunnel vision again, again
Oh I can't seem to find my way back forward
I want to unlearn what I've been taught
Oh I can't seem to find my way back forward
Running on this wheel makes me so bored
And it feels like I have tunnel vision again
And it feels like I have tunnel vision again
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5. |
Video Game
03:34
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Shiver but no words come out
I try to keep it free from doubt
But it clouds, it clouds, it clouds, it clouds, it clouds
Ghostly afterthought
The painted picture of a scene
Where I am not stuck in between the thought of who I am
Break it apart
Twisting lines from the start
Reconnecting momentarily
In sleep we dream, in dream we sleep
A guess of what it's meant to mean
I'm caught up in reality
It's all a video game to me
Spinning round and round
Are my feet planted on the ground?
Rising up like a balloon
I glitter move so gracefully
Reflections do reveal
To the ego we appeal
Dizzying glistening tangerine dreams
Break it apart
Twisting lines from the start
Reconnecting momentarily
In sleep we dream, in dream we sleep
A guess of what it's meant to mean
I'm caught up in reality
It's all a video game to me oh oh
Break it apart
Twisting lines from the start
Reconnecting momentarily
In sleep we dream, in dream we sleep
A guess of what it's meant to mean
I'm caught up in reality
It's all a video game to me
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6. |
Breathing Love
03:00
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I'm breathing love
Can anyone catch me?
Know my heart isn't running on empty
Take you to a shining place where we can feel anything
Cause I'm breathing love, but are you gonna zap me?
Is this stress or is this flow?
Saying you'll know where to go
Tripping down those rabbit holes
I'm still holding
Across the beach with sandy bones
Tryna take the feeling home
Time to push those thoughts of sunlight off the road
But you can't take
My mood away
Cause I'm breathing love
Can anyone catch me?
Know my heart isn't running on empty
Take you to a shining place where we can feel anything
Cause I'm breathing love, but are you gonna zap me?
Am I sitting on my own?
Do you feel the things I'm going through?
Plastic wrap constricting every move
Do our dreams take us far?
If we wish upon a star
Doesn't matter who we are
Let your body groove
Cause you can't take
My mood away
Cause I'm breathing love
Can anyone catch me?
Know my heart isn't running on empty
Take you to a shining place where we can feel anything
Cause I'm breathing love, but are you gonna zap me?
I'm breathing love, but are you gonna zap me?
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7. |
Illusions
03:45
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Hideaway
Foggy misty day
Homely aftertaste of you
A fitting space
For a warm embrace
Wine altered gaze
Full moon
Oooh Oooh
Whispers in the night
Tricks of flickering light
Sheets of pristine white
Illusions
Safe haven we find
In the deepest of sighs
All the world sublime
No confusion
No confusion
Open view
Grey stained coloured hues
Built up from the ruins
Memories roll right off your shoulders
A loving space
No desire to chase
Your familiar face
Freckled skin of sun-kissed shoulders
Oooh Oooh
Whispers in the night
Tricks of flickering light
Sheets of pristine white
Illusions
Safe haven we find
In the deepest of sighs
All the world sublime
No confusion
No confusion
No confusion
No confusion
Oh Illusions
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Pipin Brisbane, Australia
Pipin is an encapsulation of all things dreamy pop, her songs holding reminiscent flavours of disco that bring on 90's nostalgia. Named partly after a very awesome puppy, partly after The Lord of the Rings and partly a children’s storybook, Pipin is an exploration of the creative spirit and a form of self-preservation amidst this crazy and wonderful world. ... more
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