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Why is the land frozen? Why has the thaw not come? We didn’t need another winter so soon. We can't afford sentimentality, we have to survive and live what is left. Eighteen hundred and froze to death. A fragment cloud of tephra erupting from Mount Tambora. Our bright sun was extinguished. What was created sticks in the mind, not what was lost; the modern prometheus will attest. Eighteen hundred and froze to death. We can’t keep on in this way. We don’t know where to go, but still we are going. We all decline in a poverty year, yet we survive; to hell with the rest. Eighteen hundred and froze to death.
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A Wasp in the Rain
03:15
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Angry and confused, like a wasp in the rain. Trying not to lose and awaiting failure. I'm a real drop, a drop in the ocean, swept away on the ebbing tide. When you're done with me, as far as I can see I won't love again. Lost and disaffected, like a fox in an environment that’s alien to foxes. Things familiar always fade away. It’s a living gain and studied resentment, unbelonging to a small world at large. Every single day, In every single way, I am getting worse; living your best curse.
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There is a shadow on the life that we chose, past fascinations are now in repose. Less than a year and a complete fail. Here comes the hammer into the nail. The harvest failed - it rained too much again. Holding on for no reason why, murder the barley, the wheat and the rye. Promised a golden, received a stone age. Here comes the anguish, here comes the rage. The harvest failed - it didn't rain enough (is enough).
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Yr Angof
06:54
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Dwi'n teimlo’r absenoldeb bodoli yn fy nghroen. O’n i eisiau trio gwneud peth syfrdanol. Mae’r drych llawn o gasineb, amherffaith yn ei le. Rwy methu wneud gwahaniaeth. Mae fy ngwaed a chwys methu achub unrhywbeth. Neges anobeithiol - gweiddi PAID ANGHOFIO FY YMDRECHION.
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Cwmtydu
01:44
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A Warning to the Furious
04:45
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It's an illusion, you can never go back.
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Halting Time
07:13
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There is not a feeling of control. We just grow old feeling that the worst is still to come. And it never feels to me we know what we see, and so it all’s begun to take a toll on us. Travelling a slow decline, moving place and halting time. Somewhere that we’ve never been before. But it’s so familiar. Visions into theatre, watching as it all turns into stone. Watch the sun go down behind the sea, touch the breeze knowing that the worst is still to come. Dreaming of a time when we will know all there is to know; but knowledge won’t become a sudden miracle.
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Diffyg Cariad
01:56
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Genfigennus, pawb yn ei le. Pryd bydd yr amser cywir? Dal i methu achub fy hun, mae yna diffyg cariad. Amser cofio’r gorffennol - yr holl beth uffernol. Gobaith yw i’r ifanc. Byddai byth yn dianc.
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Cruelty, Be Kind
08:29
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Past the misty moor and it’s strange allure. We’ve been here before in forgotten times. Hear an unknown song that does not belong in our current time; it sounds familiar. All the many moons are falling to the sea, maybe it is just a fantasy? Empty ruins we once ran through. A black thread runs through it all. "Not really now not any more”. I nearly understood, I nearly understood. All the many moons are falling to the sea, maybe it is just a fantasy?
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Asclepius II
02:26
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