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Golden Age
03:35
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There's no such thing as a golden age
At least that's what i tell myself
Sitting in dust on a shelf
There words enshrined, stories bound as classics
But did their minds burn as well?
There's no such thing as a golden age
At least that's what i tell myself
Nostalgic times feel safe
When everything has changed
When I'm in their lives
On a page or on a screen
I know i sure as hell wish that was me
In dust, on a shelf
Words shrined, stories bound as classics
Don't forget their minds burned as well
There's no such thing as a golden age
At least that's what i tell myself
Nostalgic times feel safe
When everything has changed
When i think on times in my life
I glorify them, simplify them
And give up on the fight
But when i got to sleep tonight
I wanna be how i am
Even if that's not alright
There's no such thing as the golden age
There's no such thing as the golden age
What the fuck is the golden age? (even when i)
What a waste is the golden age? (even when i)
There's no such thing as the golden age
There's no such thing as the golden age
Even when i say...
Those were the days
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Inspirational Quotes
02:01
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Inspirational quotes are everywhere
They're on the floor, they're on my screen
Sometimes they're helpful, sometimes they're annoying
Like some loud mouth know it all is speaking them down to me
Maybe it's my insecurity drawing pictures in my head?
To make me feel better about being a failed perfectionist?
Though it's suppose it matters who said them
Popcorn quotes from the machine
Or someone just like you or me
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3. |
Balloon
04:33
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My muscles are tuned too tight
And I'm suddenly old
I walk through a forest
But only see, telegraph poles
If i could tie up all my fears into a balloon
I'd watch it fly and sore up high
Thoughts that rumble like trains
Derail in my brain
To reveal an awkward silence
That you can't escape
If i could tie up all my fears into a balloon
I'd watch it fly and saw up high
If i could tie up all my fears into a balloon
I'd watch it fly and sore up high
When i tried to learn to tie it
It wrapped around my finger
it started to go numb
And the pain began to linger
All that was blue turned red
All that was blue turned...
If i could tie up all my fears into a balloon
I'd watch it fly and saw up high
If i could tie up all my fears into a balloon
I'd watch it fly and saw up high
And when you look into the sky
You see those dots all floating by
And remember why
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Putty In Our Hands
03:32
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I come home and it's in my heart
This question I've been burning to ask
Where is it that you go on your lonely nights away?
I sat here waiting for your call
Oh how i wish that it was nothing at all
But you've done it so many god damn times before
Don't you understand?
You're not under it's command
Second chances can be putty in our hands
I come home and it's in my heart
This confession I've been burning to mask
There's a pain and a yearning
That follows me from all those years go
It was not in my place
To let it show
Don't you understand?
I am under it's command
Second chances can be putty in our hands
Don't you understand?
I am under it's command
Second chances can be putty in our hands
Have we trapped ourselves inside of a fishtank?
Swimming circles of habits with nothing to face
But silence is an easy trap
When the truth seems so hard to say
But i can't stand this place
Watch the glass break
Now i understand
There is nothing, no command
Second chances can be putty in our hands
Now i understand
There is nothing, no command
Second chances can be putty in our hands
Now make it take the shape
Of something we can embrace
Make it take the shape
Of something we can embrace
Make it take the shape, for both our sakes
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The day after Valentine's day
Is always better
I've never felt so happy for the rain
To find me today
It doesn't feel like a sad cliche from a film
Lying with you in my room
Staring at the looming streetlights
How they illuminate the gloom
Of the skyline
But it feels like there's tar in my throat
Like the frog down there really wants to croak
But when i say how i really feel
I always choke
So here i am
Dancing a waltz in the twisted arms of loneliness
It's beautiful, but it's bitter
The day after Valentine's day is always better
I'm a sucker for somebody wanting me
I'm a slave to my hormones
I'm a sucker for lying in the sheets in your warmth
Even if it means, nothing at all
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6. |
Up in the Air
01:53
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I was always somewhere near
But never quiet there
So i lay down on the floor
When it's all up in the air
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7. |
Somewhere Near Broome
06:07
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Peel off the concrete
To find the land underneathe
The suburban dream was in my hands
But it slipped through like it's made of sand
Pick a spot on the map
And go there like you're never coming back
Don't think it over again
Somewhere Near Broome
I'll find you
Give peace to the roadkill
Across the pale hills
Through the vein-like bushlands
Skinny dipping if we can
We're like aliens in a highway pub
There stares are far from discrete
As we stick out like a sore thumb
We huddle together
Like we're on the run
Chasing our fears
Down like the sunset
Ready? Let's go!
Don't think it over again
Somewhere near Broome
I'll find you
Don't think it over again
Somewhere near Broome
I'll be with you
We see the red dust
Like the first time we saw snow
We're home again
On the road
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Max Aurora & The Southern Lights Melbourne, Australia
Max Aurora & The Southern Lights are a dreamy bittersweet indie rock band based in Naarm / Melbourne. From other characters perspectives, to sifting through their daily life, Max creates heart-gripping songs that treat emotions with care and curiosity. The band’s debut single “How I Missed Home” is inspired by one of the youngest people to sail the world Laura Dekker and is out June 29th. ... more
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