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Norwegian Wood/Kashmir
09:42
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X-Wing Drummer
03:25
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I remember the future, we have seen it before
We did it better back in the '80s, for sure
When we lived in a Spielberg dream
The past will come to save us from our complicated lives
A plastic mothership hanging in a bluescreen sky
And in the warm glow of an 8-bit sun we'll start again
Our bodies are cocoons, you know
And someday soon our wings will grow
We will become satellites
And swim like fish through a sea called night
Hold on here it comes: the future that we missed
I hear the engines hummin', sounds like an X-Wing Drummer
Come on bring it home, somebody hit the switch
Feels like a long time comin', sounds like an X-Wing Drummer
When the last cell phone blinks out, the silence that is left will shout
A restless century will see: the future ain't what it used to be
And in the warm glow of an 8-bit sun we'll start again
Ships fill the skies an' all eyes on the horizon
Eden is rising!
Hold on, here it comes: the future that we missed
Feels like a long time comin', sounds like an X-Wing Drummer
Come on bring it home, somebody hit the switch
I hear the engines hummin', sounds like an X-Wing Drummer
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Like Smoke
04:10
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Part-Time Superstar
02:36
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Part-time superstar
Do you know what you really are?
Just ash from a god's cigar
Part-time superstar
You're a pretty little meteor
Burnin' up in the atmosphere
Yeah, you know what you are
You rise and fall like this
Like some new Icarus
Part-time superstar
Do you know what you really are?
Just the blood from a broken heart
Part-time superstar
They say you’re never gonna go far
You can’t fight an unwinnable war
You gotta own what you are, you're a part-time superstar
You spread your wings like this
And fall like Icarus
Yeeeah, now you know what you are
Part-time superstar
Just the blood from a broken heart
Just the ash from a god's cigar
And I don't wanna be a part-time superstar no more
Hey, you are the face of the new youth
You take the place of the old truth
Now the world knows who you are
Another fifteen-minute star
And you know what this is:
The age of Icarus, Kid Icarus
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Brittle
04:30
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All Along the Watchtower
03:43
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There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Businessmen they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
Because the hour is getting late
All along the watchtower
The princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
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Aaron English Nashville, Tennessee
Aaron English's distinctive sound is ambitious, world-beat-influenced art rock a la Peter Gabriel and Led Zeppelin, driven by his English's vivid lyrics, acrobatic voice, and deft piano work. Also incorporating high-energy rock, pulsing electronics, and instrumentation from five continents into his recordings and live shows. ... more
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