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Lumina (Live at M Bloc)
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Sunshine on my back, put on a messy bun. Music on stereo, sing it girl. Feeling myself not, I hear a saying “There's so much heart in the park.” Bring your picnic mat we're going to take a nap, sense everything in this habitat. Eucalyptus rainbow says, "Hello child, welcome home, you’re never that old." Counting birds taking notes on the bench under bougainvillea. Off your shoes, walking running jiggle jive you will stumble alright this time. Slides and swings, flying up and down. Even if you're not a fan you'll find so much joy in watching everybody's trying. Your laugh sounds crispy and sweet. Cracking me happy 8th beat. Time slows down, hey lovers strangers roll around. Eucalyptus rainbow says, "Hello child, welcome home, you’re never that old." Now you know my favorite day is all that sights, any day in the park. Counting birds taking notes on the bench under bougainvillea. Off your shoes, walking running jiggle jive you will stumble alright this time. Slides and swings, flying up and down. Even if you're not a fan you'll find so much joy in watching everybody's trying. Let's get ice cream, pay them with smile. Cotton candy chamomile, brain freeze, toothaches, every once awhile. I'll tell you a recent dream about the rest of the city. I can hear my thoughts a little clear. Your laugh sounds crispy and sweet, cracking me happy 8th beat. Time slows down, hey lover strangers roll around. Roll around. Now you know my favorite day is all that sights, any day in the park.
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There is a man, as I stared at his hands one pointing skyward other one to the earth. He's just a man made of bones, flesh and blood. With all of his flaws but he's no ordinary one. There is something deeper to him more than what we've seen (more than what it seems). He knows them well, everything he needs to know. Signs and omens are friends, cosmic assemble to follow. He has no fear for pursuing his dreams, know he deserves them near. His journey begins now and here. He remembers all the secrets of the universe. Parapapapapara, perception is reality. Parapapapapara, his free will is a gift. Parapapapapara, he's willing to learn something new. He's not a man bounded by tradition, obsessed with perception, he listens to intuition. His mind is free, full of weird philosophy. Yearning desire he seeks, fate is creation no mystique. As within so without, he sees the world as it is. Divine infinity. Parapapapapara, perception is reality. Parapapapapara, his free will is a gift. Parapapapapara, he's willing to learn something new. Parapapapapara, perception is reality. Parapapapapara, his free will is a gift. Parapapapapara, he's willing to learn something new. He's just a man made of bones, flesh and blood. With all of his flaws but he's no ordinary one.
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St. Ann (Live at M Bloc)
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It started with my buzzing ears. Ask for attention in such demand about a tale, a tale that needs to tell. She was a mother of bohemian, curly hair scented patchouli flower. Under the maple creeper, those moments felt peculiar. She was starring at the skies most of the time with her squinted eyes trying to compromise. She was sadden by the broken grass, unfriendly air made the leaves don't last, says the wind to her wise. The words may not all be the same, but we understand the difference that day. She was starring at the skies most of the time with her squinted eyes trying to compromise. She was sadden by the broken grass, unfriendly air made the leaves don't last, says the wind to her wise. And I was sitting there by surprise, “This thing doesn't happen all time”, trying to apprehend. Between supper, French bread and wine, I know she will remain in my mind. Perfect idiom I can't define, I know she will remain in my mind.
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As I looking down the river where the blue boat lovers searching for a soul that left its home. Bright light inside the window, freezing hands inside the gloves, wonder what they're long about, oh maybe something such "You're the one I want to stay in touch." Tap on the shoulders, my knees surrender, a comfortable glance from a stranger. Skate on winter break, unspoken magic as I walk little further quiet street. As I looking down the river where the blue boat lovers searching for a soul that missing home. Bright light inside the window, freezing hands inside the gloves, wonder what they're long about, oh maybe something such "You're the one I want to stay this time.” Tap on the shoulders, my feet surrender, a comfortable glance from a stranger. Skate on winter break, unspoken magic as I walk little further quiet street. A poet, don't you forget about me.
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I shouldn't be so surprised it's too familiar. All is working well, can't do it wrong it seems, unreal. I feel too sick to talk about it, our steps began to falter it seems, leaves me exhausted. I don't wish to carry you anymore, this time. I don't wish to carry you anymore. I don't know how you dwelling on the same thing. I won't risk another year to be, just minding here. I don't wish to carry you anymore, this time. I don't wish to carry you anymore. Listen, I've made my decision, don't you beg me on this. We both know it has over years ago, what I want is called something more. Ooh… Dear, I wish you to find that solitude. Hold your dreams, there's so much of the world for me and you. Ooh… Dear, I wish you to find that solitude. Hold your dreams, there's so much of the world for me and you.
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This is a song about...this is a song about a…Cold brew, coffee, and a cup of tea. When we walked around cold winter in Amsterdam. That's right. And we together, and we together in a...well, I can't...I can't...I can't tell the stories, I'll let my sister, my best friend, the one and only, to tell the whole stories. And please welcome, Elda Suryani. Come on Elda! White, shades of grey above my body. Even the brightest yellow. (Once again, once again) I went to the attic, the one I've always dreamt of. Quietly applause the rain for the dramatic scene, I breathe as if I smoke joint. This is a song about...this is song about...this is a song about...you know, this is a song about a... Maybe a tea or...ooh, maybe a tea or coffee. Maybe a tea or coffee, or chocolate, or just something hot and sweet. Now wait, the buildings with the window waffle and eyes of cookies with the topping of judges hair on the supreme court. You know! This is a song about...this is song about...you know, this is a song about...this is a song about a... Hmm yeahh... "Oh maybe don't make me, on tears, oh papa" sing the birds, and the birds and I...Oooh yeah. Oooh... Your skin is dry, your love is myself now. He's what I heard from the attic. With the songs from a burden. When I walk, I look nows, by the blue, by the olds, and the lovers and around, gather rounds. As if I breathe, as if I walk and as I saw...Ooh my my my... This is a song about...You know! This is song about...So interesting! This is a song about...You know! You know, this is a song about a...So interesting! [howling mumbles] Oh what about? Why don't you just say? Why don't you...Why don't you tell me about, I could just run to you [howling mumbles] So I let myself bare feet with the coldest wood floor. So I let myself bare feet with the coldest wood floor. So I let myself bare feet with the coldest wood floor. So I let, I let myself bare feet with the coldest wood floor. With the coldest...With the coldest...With the coldest...With the coldest... With the coldest, with the coldest, coldest, coldest...coldest. [howling] So interesting.
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In the meantime I will show you little things that bring me warmth. I caught a sunbeam on the aisle when I went casual mile. And the birdsong softly sneaking in the bamboo tree, sublime. Every morning observing my furry friends fool me around. The sun is setting I'd go walking examine new plants. I say to myself it's not as ridiculous as it sounds. Simple pleasures I tend to forget. Well, this isn't how I imagine but it always got me stand in awe of love I can't fathom. Just let it be. Be okay where you are. You are always enough. Goodbye to the unfit paradigm. Time to decide, everything here is worthwhile. In the meantime I will show you that each day is not the same. I caught a rainbow on the aisle when I went casual mile. And the rain song softly sneaking through the window, oh sublime. Simple pleasures I tend to forget. Well, this isn't how I imagine but it always got me stand in gratitude I can't fathom. Just let it be. Be okay where you are. You are always enough. Goodbye to the unfit paradigm. Time to decide, everything here is worthwhile. You'll get there and so is everyone, but now we are enough. Goodbye to the unfit paradigm. Decide everything beautiful and worthwhile. And everything is worthwhile.
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You're rushing through a telephone, when you hear me cry. You're rushing through a telephone, when you hear whine. O night…O night...Make it sounds louder. Will u catch me? Will you let me? Won't you? I want you to...Will u catch me? Will you let me? You're driving to the station, so you won't leave me dry. Oh I can hold for a while not forever. Will u catch me? Will you let me? Won't you? I want you to...Will u catch me? Will you let me? Will u catch me? Will you let me? Won't you? I want you to...Will u catch me? Will you let me?
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