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Northbound lane
04:19
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Wake up, dress, sit smellin' my bitter coffee
then start burning petrol from our driveway
our bare magnolia almost seems to collapse
as dirty snow piles flatten under my shoes.
Now village lights slowly begin to go out
old hunters drive fast toward their mountain wild
who's gonna run faster, who's gonna survive
who's gonna be first to run away.
Mother don't cry for that
let go my chilly hands
mother don't be afraid
sun shines warm on the northbound lane.
Magnolia still flowers, ice may have melt
though blooms might look paler than they did back then
the poet passed away as the man has survived
yet didn't even take a photograph.
I am comin' back but still your young son died
years ago at the end of the northbound lane
I am comin' back yet my young dreams still remain
under that dreamt yellow sun of the northbound lane.
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Grayscale folklore
04:13
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Stayin' home on my fireplace
hot sparks alight on my face
roam alone out of their rat race
feel the lands get burnt in flames
hear the noise of frightening guns
here I stand up stretch my bones
in the rumble of flyin' stones
fit a smile conceal my wounds.
People dance in their mad bliss
people say I should love this
people wonder if I ever miss
the febrile spell of her deceitful kiss
while my skin starts to decay
runnin' straight while goin' astray
children cry, women pray
world's a cloud of ashes and gray.
On this dancefloor
we prayed and swore
we fancied of a crimeless war.
Now our bodies start to decay
we walk through fire before dustin' away
children still cry, women still pray
life's a cloud of ashes and gray.
On our dancefloor
we prayed and swore
we settled for a grayscale folklore
What's all built for?
What's all drawn for?
What's all stained for?
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Acts of absolute love
04:31
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There was a sun where he stared alone
like the old king who just fears to be dethroned
there were no paths he could drive away
and there were some scars he did need to overlay.
There was no place where to be safe around
just pale sun rays fallin' to the ground
no holy hills to kneel down above
so that he found it was all about love.
There was a moon to which they swore their love
as if they just guessed they could really never grow
there was a truth they refused to conceive
and there were some lies they pretended to believe.
There was no God, no holidays
no wedding, faith, nor hope
but still there was room to live on
as it was just an act of love.
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Aki Rise Italy
Low-budget melodic Neofolk solo project from Italy. I am/was also playin' as Kleingott, Jens Hvalsang and Spotless Junkie.
Aki Rise recommends:
Whale songs in the mountain lake
by Jens Hvalsang
My pirate folk side-project.
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The last Kleingott Ep. The Aki Rise's grandpa.
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The first Kleingott full-length. It is an ancient Aki Rise's forefather.
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