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Cayenne
04:54
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We ran through the clouds
Oh! Such a perfect day
Never coming down
From the palisade
Rains falls in French
On the holiday
But the heat of Cayenne
Melt it all away
River rushing past
Out to the open sea
Where nothing ever lasts
And we are truly
Rushed through the crowds
Such a perfect day
Danced in motley gowns
From the palisade
The crumbled ruins of Ceperou
From the colony
Catch the sky's deep blue
And you give it back to me
The river rushing past
Out to the open sea
Nothing ever lasts
And we are truly free
Nothing ever lasts
And we are truly
Brushed through the clouds
On a winter's day
The buildings on the ground
Form a colonnade
Snow falls in New Amsterdam
For the holiday
The heat of Cayenne
Melts it all away
The river rushes past
Out to the open sea
Nothing ever lasts
We are truly free
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2. |
Bastards of Slaughter
03:54
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We are all children
Immigrants, sons, and daughters
The bastards of slaughter
Waves cresting to the shore
Floating cotillions
Swirling ecosystems
Imperfect conditions
Resistance engines roar
We march back to the sea
Before we turn into machines
We’re coming home
We're not just civilians
Cogs, sprockets, or pistons
On suicide missions
Fighting atomic wars
For countless generations
Nomadic sons and daughters
We are the bastards of the slaughter
Our alma mater
And we march back to the sea
We march back to the sea
Before we turn into machines
Driven by an inner beast
All going home
All going home
All going home
All going home
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3. |
Float on By + Fly Away
07:00
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Can't see the shore
Don't want your
Land no more
I know the score
Float on by...
I don't want war
And I ain't gonna whore
Myself no more
I know for sure
Float on By!
Float on By!
Float on By!
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4. |
Radio Waves
04:02
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All those long nights
On the shortwave
To monitor the necessary airspace
It's a hold out
For a little slice of truth
Then your voice breaks
The static of the new day
Riding on the crystalline light waves
It's a sell out
Of our wasted youth
I can hear you coming in
I can hear you coming in
I can hear you coming in
From such a long, long, long, long way
So we lock down
The source of the new wave
Communicate beyond the standard mayday
It's a washout
Of a little slice of truth
I can hear you coming in
I can hear you coming in
I can hear you coming in
From such a long, long, long, long way
On the launchpad
Of a bright day
We'll rise above the ordinary airspace
It's a breakout
Of our cosmic youth
I can hear you coming in
I can hear you coming in
I can hear you coming in
Can't you see I'm falling in love...?
On the radio waves
On the radio
On the radio waves
On the radio
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5. |
Killers
04:02
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Don't need a silver bullet
To lift this dreaded curse
Or a magic potion
That'll only leave you feeling worse
Don't need a gypsy woman
With a tarnished lamp to illuminate
Don't require madness
Just for you to feed your hate
'Cause we... are... all.... killers
On the land and on the sea
Bonapartes and sharks included
And of course there's you and me
Don't need a dusty stake
Driven through a dusty heart
Or the national army
Firing missiles into the dark
Don't need a steady hand
To get off the one perfect shot
You think you're doing nothing
When you probably done a lot
'Cause we... are... all.... stupid
Despite our massive brains
Einstein included
If we only use our smarts to dole out pain
Enough with the midnight stalking
Please give up without a fight
And please stop that talking
You've said too much tonight
Put down that heavy cross
And learn to walk away
You think you're doin nothing
Probably done too much today
You think you're doin nothing
Probably done too much today
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6. |
The Ocean
06:04
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Fell into the ocean
Sank into the sea
Undulating motion
Washing over
Down here at the bottom
You can be
So if you got the notion
You should come with me
You should come with me
The ocean heaves
And the world breathes
Below the surface
There is a river
Cool, clear
Life-giving water
At the bottom
The river is a tree
And I got the notion
You were just like me
You were just like me
You were just like me
The ocean bleeds
The ocean bleeds
and the world feeds
Fell into the ocean
Sank into the sea
Undulating motion
Washing over
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Dolphins Don't Love Brooklyn, New York
Dolphins Don't Love is Don Paris Schlotman on vocals and guitars + Phil Harris on drums + Danny Cambo on synth. We play wavegaze rock and roll in the heart of Brooklyn, NY.
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