1. |
Blocks
03:50
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Click! And another one snaps in place.
But it’s too big now - it fills up the space.
And it all falls down. Oh it all falls down.
Close my eyes, and take a deep breath,
Open up again and survey the mess.
Oh it all fell down. Oh it all fell down.
So I’ll build it back up the best I can
Stand my ground and swat back the hands.
I’ll build it strong and I’ll build it high.
They can wait their turn - just stand in line.
‘Cause when it all fell down,
That’s when I knew
That it’s gonna get better now.
Naysayers to the left, well-wishers to the right.
They all have opinions, words of wisdom, and insights
Why it all fell down. Why it all fell down.
I’m not saying they’re right; I’m not saying they’re wrong,
This tower should have just been mine all along.
But it all fell down. Oh it all fell down.
So I’ll build it back up the best I can
Stand my ground and swat back the hands.
I’ll build it strong and I’ll build it high.
It’s my turn now, and I’m gonna shine.
‘Cause when it all fell down,
That’s when I knew
That it’s gonna get better now.
Oh oh, oh oh, it’s gonna get better now.
Oh oh, oh oh, it’s gonna get better now.
Oh oh, oh oh ….
Click! And another one snaps in place.
It’s looking pretty good, and it fits the space.
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2. |
Crack in the Sidewalk
02:34
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The world’s not falling apart; it’s just a crack in the sidewalk.
The world’s not falling apart; it’s just a crack in the sidewalk.
Whoa - oh - oh - oh. Whoa - oh - oh - oh.
Whoa - oh - oh - oh. Whoa - oh - oh - oh.
And this could all be a dream, but it’s really nice here and I’d like to stay.
This could all be a dream, but it’s really nice here and I’d like to stay.
Whoa - oh - oh - oh. Whoa - oh - oh - oh.
Whoa - oh - oh - oh. Whoa - oh - oh - oh.
Are you not joking? Are you just teasing me?
Are you not joking? Are you just teasing me?
The world’s not falling apart; it’s just a crack in the sidewalk.
And this could all be a dream, but it’s really nice here and I’d like to stay.
The world’s not falling apart; it’s just a crack in the sidewalk.
And this could all be a dream, but it’s really nice here and I’d like to stay.
Whoa - oh - oh - oh. Whoa - oh - oh - oh.
Whoa - oh - oh - oh. Whoa - oh - oh - oh.
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3. |
Via Negativa
05:20
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It’s all clear and cool - cold as stone.
And deep, so deep, and empty, and alone.
If I fall to the ground, I’ll surely shatter.
If I fall to the ground, I’ll surely break.
If I fall to the ground, will it really matter?
Someone else will take my place.
But I’m not an echo.
I’m not an echo.
I’m not an echo, I’m not a shadow, I’ve just been holding a mirror.
I’m not an echo, I’m not a shadow, I’ve just been holding a mirror.
Words fall out - fall and scream.
But they’re not my own. They’re not my own. And I don’t know what they mean.
If I cried out for help, would it really matteR?
If I cried out for help, would the words be my own?
Would you hear, could you hear, above all the clatter?
Who am I? Who am I? God I don’t know.
But I’m not an echo.
I’m not an echo.
I’m not an echo, I’m not a shadow, I’ve just been holding a mirror
I’m not an echo, I’m not a shadow, I’ve just been holding a mirror
And I’m not set in stone.
And I’m - well I’m not alone.
I don’t know who I am, but I know who I’m not.
And I’m not an echo.
I’m not an echo.
I’m not an echo.
I’m not an echo I’m not a shadow, I’ve just been holding a mirror.
I’m not an echo, I’m not a shadow, I’ve just been holding a mirror.
I’m not an echo
I’m not an echo
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4. |
Bob Ross
04:28
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This, this is your world - don’t overdo it.
A light touch, like a whisper is all you need.
Do what you have to do - even if it upsets the critics.
You don’t have to grow straight; grow how it makes you feel happy.
Cause life’s not black and white; it’s shades of gray.
Not just midnight and titanium, but prussian, crimson, and phthalo on the way.
And sometimes when we break it’s beautiful.
And the light that makes the colors shine
Is the light from the reflection of our souls.
Here, here in this world, you can do anything.
You, my friend, all you have to do is believe.
Everyone’s an artist, even if it’s hidden at the bottom of our being.
However you think it should be, that’s the way it really should be.
Cause life’s not black and white; it’s shades of gray.
Not just midnight and titanium, but prussian, crimson, and phthalo on the way.
And sometimes when we break it’s beautiful.
And the light that makes the colors shine
Is the light from the reflection of our souls.
You can’t see the light without the dark.
But you can go anywhere as long as you remember where you are.
Cause life’s not black and white; it’s shades of gray.
Not just midnight and titanium, but prussian, crimson, and phthalo on the way.
And sometimes when we break it’s beautiful.
And the light that makes the colors shine
Is the light from the reflection -
Cause life’s not black and white; it’s shades of gray.
Not just midnight and titanium, but prussian, crimson, and phthalo on the way.
And sometimes when we break it’s beautiful.
And the light that makes the colors shine is the light from the reflection -
Oh the light that makes the colors shine
Is the light from the reflection of our souls.
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5. |
What We Ask of the Stars
05:18
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I’ve been awake.
I’ve been searching for hope, but I’m lost and alone, and it’s dark.
But those stars in the sky -
Should the hear what I dream, I’ll get lost in their scene.
‘Cause I don’t know what I want or what I need.
I’m just lost and alone
And longing for a home
That never was, never is, never will be -
Never is.
Are they blue or white?
If their light falls on me, will I be able to see my way home?
Or is it like a dream?
No speed to be gained, only feelings remain When I wake. Will I wake?
When I’m lost and alone
And longing for a home
That never was, never is, never will be -
Never is.
Dare I ask? Dare I want? Dare I believe in fate for once?
Light so far, pull me in now. Breathe me into your orbit again.
Breathe me into your orbit -
Breathe me into your orbit.
I need some sleep
I’ve been waking for ages - no longer courageous and bold.
But I know this for sure:
What we ask of the stars might never be ours,
And what we hope for the most could be dangerously close
In the end - If it ends
When we’re lost and alone
And longing for a home
That never was, never is, never will be ...
I’m just lost and alone
And longing for a home
That never was, never is, never will be
In the end
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