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NY
02:55
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I always wanted to go to New York
And now, what's just happening to me?
I cannot move any further than this
This is the place where I have to stay
Because you wanted me to
And I've got no reasons to complain
The ticket I bought years ago is no longer valid
They just didn't let us go
And I just forgot when I had to leave
Because you wanted me to
Central Park was always a dream
Lying there in the cold cold snow
Watching Snow Flakes dance
and Ice Dancers glance
And thinking about home in New York
NY have you left me here
and where are you now?
Only in my head or also in my heart?
Only in my head or also in my heart?
There are so many songs about you
By R.E.M and Jay-Z, by Kettcar and Tomte, by Ryan A. and Frank S.
But none expressing my t's and f's so well
Now how can I come
saying I miss you although we've never met?
But we never will
No we never, never will
For having you on my mind
Just like Georgia, I'll always love you
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Highline
03:41
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Highline
12 feet above the street
That's where she takes me
12 feet above the street
That's where we're meant to be
people are watchign us
and the sundown
they're taking photos of us
but we don't know why
cuz' we're just not worth it
Having two kinds of brownies by "the Fat Witch"
which are very delicious and delightning
one's with choclate and walnuts
while the other one's with chocolate and jam
and Jen's sitting and listening
12 feet above the street
That's where she takes me
12 feet above the street
Our feet in the running water
A child running and splish splashing around
While I am busking
12 feet above the street
When the sun stes lower
We begin to walk down the Highline
And Jen's walking next to me
12 feet above the street
Watchgin the Hudson in Chelsea
As the streetlights go slowly on
Strangers can find anythign in the night
12 feet above the street
Strangers can find anythign in the night
12 feet above the street
Strangers can find anything in the night
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Shallow
04:47
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Still I can feel my heart drum
Slowly but steadily
Although it is a million kilometers away
where it can never sleep
With the beginning I knew it had to end
Like a summer love in Neverland
When you're born you gonna have to die
If you feel you gonna have to cry
I stole a shovel in 72nd street
And I ran as fast as my feet could
Finally found a place lonely in the woods
I took a knife and began to cut
I dig a hole with my hands full of blood
I took my heart out and had a precise look
The beat was still there, it would never leave me there
I buried my heart in the centre of the city- borough no.6
And even though it's a million miles away
still I can hear it
And it's tearing me apart
Shallow I am walking just like zombies do
But I don't want brains to eat
they are much too glibbery
I nearly lost everything that I had
Walked over the East River where I had
A great, great, great, great view
I took the shovel again the knife as well
Same procedure as last day
Same procedure as every day
I cut out the tree of my body and had a precise look
I planted my lungs just like a tree in Brooklyn Town
And even though it's a million miles away still I can breath
the heavy and thick air of
William, William, Williamsburg
When you're born you gonna have to die
If you feel you gonna have to cry
And when you dream you gonna have to try
Shallow I am walking
Shallow I am walking
Shallow I am walking just like zombies do
dododododo
Shallow I am walking
Shallow I am walking
Shallow I am wlaking just like zombies do
brains brains brains brains
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Whole
03:12
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It's kind of strange
What you're leaving when you're moving
Holes in walls from paintings and pictures
Shelves and mirrors
Holes in walls
Bodies in holes
Holes in heads
You leave an empty space
Nothing can fit
Except glue and paste
Tapestry covers them up again
But it's only make up
They're still there
Although you can't see
Holes in walls
Bodies in holes
Holes in heads
Whole but incomplete
So this is farwell
Farwell, my dear, farewell
oooooh wahow
Farwell, my dear, farewell
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Mary Jane Insane Hamburg, Germany
MJI* a singer-songwriter from southern germany, started vomiting her feelings on stage in 2010.
When her fingers
tell the stories on her guitars' strings and her voice paints pictures in the air we feel that "insanity" is just a matter of opinion. For still she says that making music is like therapy when she talks about losses, passions and wishes. All year long she is on stages in germany & EU.
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Into The Light That I Have Known
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Great guitar play, beautiful, warm voice, thoughtful lyrics. And the physical CD is very, very beautifully made! Just everything you need.
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