DEFDUMP LYRICS

1. Lament Manifest

Did you ever think about the heres and nows
Do you think about the past and gones
Do you think about the what's to comes
Do you breathe or do you live
Do you take or do you give
Did you find a reason for the changing of the seasons?
Did you find a pattern
Did you find a sequence,
A special point in time and space where logic ends
And does it all make sense
And when you sleep do you sleep or do you dream
And when you wake do colours fade?
Or do your dreams take shape?
We all try so hard he replies, to see something special
In all this routine
I've been breaking my own heart a million times chasing dreams and childhood memories -
As you know healing wounds always takes it's time while
Some scars remain all your life
It's the same song the same words, the same old laments
I can't hear anymore, the same streets the same roads
And the same old faces I can't take anymore
We all try so hard to see something special in all this
Routine and I've been breaking my own heart a million times
I've been chasing dreams and childhood memories.

2. What We Are

It's in all we are and all we've seen, it's in all the
Places that we have been in all we've heard and all of
The things we've done
It's when you don't ask, that you get to know and still
The unsaid hurts the most, it's in all we are and all
Of the things we've done
We are angels that have been cut off their wings, we
Are holy but no one really sees it
We are travellers, we are nomads with nowhere left to go

3. ... And What We Have Become

We fail, day by day, we lose faith, we turn cold,
Through all the things that we have been through all
The things that we have seen
What we have become and what we've hoped we'd never be.
Through all the things that we've been through and
Through all the things we've been all the things we've seen all
The things we've known and all the things we haven't
Been told
Through all the things we fear all the things we hear
All the things we know there's no excuse for what we've become
Giving in on our ideals means giving up all of our dreams

4. Makeshift Polaris

We've tried to redefine North and I guess that we have
Succeeded in creating a feeling that resembles our
Great expectations
Here we go facing the winds, still we will walk facing
The storms, here we come for the wide open spaces, for
Each day a new home
And whatever will come, like we won't leave this place
Without leaving a trace. Here we go down the only road
We've ever known
But what when you already know it always ends into one
Way streets and into dead end roads?
I will guide you while you're on your way, I will be
There when you'll need me most - Do you know your name
Do you know where to go right now, do you know your
Name, do you know where to sleep tonight - Tonight we
May count out the stars
We may laugh at our past tonight, if you pull up your
Sails and you let yourself go, I can take you to places
Yet unknown
I will guide you while you're on your way, I will be
There when you'll need me most, I'll still be around
When no one else will
I will shine on til the end of the storm - I could be
Your Makeshift Polaris

5. The Orient

The wind blows West, but when the sun rises it's the
Orient
This night it is our night and the stars will never
Shine just half as bright as we do

6. Esse

Yes I know it hurts to live a lie, it hurts to wake up
And to see that you're not where you want to be and to
See that you're lost
To see that you've lost your way and to admit it to yourself.
I guess indifference becomes a vital function - living
9 to 5 routines of service selling companies yet other
Forms of modern slaveries
Silence is, well silence is the new loud, stupid is,
Stupid is the new smart or look away and it will make things less hard
Turn it into passion and the essence will flow, that's
What she said: Turn it into passion, let the essence
Flow - the prostitution of the soul
As the privilege of the capital is we can afford to
Look away The privilege of democracies. we're made
Believe we have our say

7. Going To Paris

I'm glad you know cause words are not allowed to speak
Of the difference inbetween - So we don't speak
It's hard to see when skies are blue that all blue
Turns grey and we don't even care - it's all about
Getting through
We all hope for a better day, we all hope for a place
To stay and maybe to find someone that feels the same way we do
We'll drive down to the Atlantic, passing countryside
In the mid of summer, endless miles through dusty
Highways and untouched valleys
On the side of the road stands that perfect stranger
Wearing a sign saying: I am going to Paris - Are you going my way?
We all hope for a better day in a different place
Another way, we all hope for a place to stay
And maybe to find someone else that feels the same way
We do................ I'm on my way............... I'm on
My way......... I'm on my way

8. Sachalin With A Smile

The silver screen broadcasts format infotainment - the
Medium is the message and the message is lost
Or how Baghdad is becoming Hollywood. How the world
Turns to Sachalin with a smile
And how the company owns more rights than a human life
How people kill, we kill what we don't know and how
They sell it in a TV show
What world have we come to live in - what dreams are
Left to be dreamt? It's window shopping for the bold as
A confession to the beautiful
It's pret - a - porter for the ugly - It's fashion for
The faithful white collars, the grey suits of
Privatised emperialism
What when they come for your effigies, what when they
Come for your families
What when they call you an enemy and when they come for your home
Is this the world we've come to live in, Is this the
Life that you've been dreaming of - whoever we are
Whatever we do
We cannot calculate the time that's left for us to
Live. We have little choice left but to live the lives
We were born into.
You don't chose your family, you don't chose your
Friends, you don't chose the colour of your skin,
We don't chose our cast, we don't chose our burden, we
Just somehow get there and then we have to make it through.

9. Fado To The Citadel

Camera sets on a vast industrial surrounding, the
Corrosed buildings of the mining companies try to tell
Us the story of a forgotten era
5 minutes from there an old chapel's been turned into a
Cafe called, halfway to the stars. - halfway to the moon,
Halfway to the Methadon program... halfway to the
Stars... halfway to the moon
Poets, poets they say are visionaries that have left
This town a long time ago - they took the cars, the
Trains, the metaphysical airplanes
To the stars or to anywhere else but far away from this place....
So we are hasting down a deserted walking mile of
Closed shops and architectural try-outs
Our cities they have lost their hearts and their souls,
Last train has left town a long time ago.
Our cities have become the cages we have built
Ourselves intoxicated by the smell of black air and an
Indoctrinated sense
Of happiness and beauty and what It's supposed be, not
What it`s meant to be.
The everyday, the everyday wears the same colours as
These dusty buildings, some kind of a grey but then again
You can recognise the colours that used to be
Underneath it, a friend of mine used to fill these
Alleys with an acoustic guitar and a sad fado
Tune just as desperate and lonely as these alleyways,
These uncrowded boulevards and the lives behind these dusty walls.
I've reached him on his phone, he told me he went
South, he traded our cities for beaches and palm trees.
He traded the noises of one million cars and the beats
Of machines for the rythm of the waves that come
Breaking in against the shore.
And the melody of leaves that wave when carried by the breeze.....
As a boy I walked these city streets with that sad song
In my ears when a lost friend plays the soundtrack of a youth gone by
We close our eyes and we feel that there's gotta be something more
To the grey streets of the citadel, closed shopping
Malls and dirty old walls,
If we keep on searching We'll be finding the reasons to
Wake and to face this grey everyday
The winds will be turning to one day blow your way - so
To the boy that walks the city streets of desperate town:
We all walk with that hope in our hearts that this is
Not all that we will ever know and if we gave all we
Had we will get what we came for.







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