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From Here
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From Here wurde am 23. August 2019 von earMUSIC als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtFrom Here
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Veröffentlichungsdatum23. August 2019
LabelearMUSIC
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM78

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
New Model Army
New Model Army
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Sullivan
Justin Sullivan
Composer
Michael Dean
Michael Dean
Composer
Ceri Monger
Ceri Monger
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Dean
Michael Dean
Producer

Songtexte

From the concrete cities
To the wide open spaces
Everything is in tension
And waiting
There's a little gust of wind
And then stillness
A little creak of the timbers
In the silence
We love gallows humour
But there must be a gallows
And a masked Pied Piper
That everybody follows
We will grow weary of ourselves
And we will dream a king
Then we'll bury ourselves
Trouble always begins
With the naming of things
Like gods and desires
Lines in the sands
All sense of scale is gone
And the splinters think they're trees
And the stones believe they're mountains
And the rivers think they're seas
And we all gaze down like little gods
Our feathers think they're wings
And the glass believes it's diamond
And the courtiers think they're kings
And the more of this we take inside
The stupider we become
The rose and glow of approaching fire
Mistaken for the rising sun (Sun)
I am the master of nothing
Repeat after me
I am the master of nothing
(Oh-oh)
(Oh-oh)
(Oh-oh)
I've tried never to press too hard
(Oh-oh)
I've never wanted to leave a mark
(Oh-oh)
I'm good with disappearing
Like I was never there
(Oh-oh)
I've always tried never to press to hard
(Oh-oh)
Never wanted to leave a mark
(Oh-oh)
I'm good with disappearing
(Oh-oh)
Like I was never there
(Oh-oh)
Never there
Now all the sense of scale is gone
And the splinters think they're trees
And the stones believe they're mountains
And the rivers think they're seas
And we all gaze down like little gods
Our feathers think they're wings
And the glass believes it's diamond
And the courtiers think they're kings
And the more of this we take onboard
The stupider we become
The rose and glow of approaching fire
Mistaken for the rising sun
So let's all go home now
And look ourselves in the mirror
Throw our heads back
And laugh
Written by: Ceri Monger, Justin Sullivan, Michael Dean
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