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The minute you born
02:56
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She told me in bed that you weren´t my son
Your name was picked from inside of a gun
In a foreign reign, in a foreign land
Nothing can change the minute you born
I slept on the chair when the nurse came along
She tried to explain me why something was wrong
In a foreign reign, in a foreign land
Nothing can change the minute you born
Your mind was slow and your legs were weak
Your smile would fade, and your eyes brows tweaked
In a foreign reign, in a foreign land
Nothing can change the minute you born
Sorting the knife and the fork and the spoon
Sorting the sun and the stars and the moon
In a foreign reign, in a foreign land
Nothing can change the minute you born
You sorted the knife and they´ve put you on trial
They casted you away ‘n’ you were there for a while
In a foreign reign, in a foreign land
Nothing can change the minute you born
You dreamed of a son that would never have come
Tweaking my eye brows I teached you a song
In a foreign reign, in a foreign land
Nothing can change the minute you born.
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The docks
03:58
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Ready for rolling shipping my lugs
Set on a journey along with the thugs
The merch is a-floating away from the deck
But I will start swimming away from the wreck
Then someone will pick me (3x) away from the docks
The sailors are coming I´m ready for love
I got my money I´m ready to move
Away from the rampage, Coal hits my spot
Sea wash my bowels ‘fore I get shot
Then someone will pick me (3x) away from the docks
I´m gonna be here breaking some bones
The pavement is staring whatever it owns
I seen them a-coming I seen them a-go
I´m bending your promise, reap what you sow
I´m joining the navy Friday by night
Land shore is getting so out of sight
I´m turning back home Sunday by noon
I´m folding my flag in, clearing my room
Then someone will pick me (3x) away from the docks
Having the deck wet, pouring some wine
Ringing a bell loud, stitching the time
Mending my shoe holes, a-waiting the Calls
Slapped on my head for singing my songs
Then someone will pick me (3x) away from the docks
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You don´t have to wait, I´m falling ahead
All people die you don´t have to be sad
Holding the last breath, I think I can hold’em awhile
You just keep on running till you find yourself out of this mile
Things on the run start together
You don´t have to fall, i´m standing for you
But I will look up right into the Blue
They´re getting closer now riding their horses for fun
To think we got so far just to find ourselves on the run
Keep moving on till you find that old breach in the wall
Dragging your way from your very first dream
to the last spark of your soul
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4. |
Under Breed
03:12
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Lay your Sad
Hunger will season whatever we had
Grown up on lazy feet
Days of shed
The blind and the deaf, unmute, will go to bed
While children grow out their teeth
The walls are meant to keep us safe
The walls are meant to hold your pace
Under breed, breaking over land, breaking over water
Lay your brick
Born in the mud and breath it till you get sick
Honor your family
Times will come
You no longer need your skin drying in the sun:
Leave it, and come to me.
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My mind is set on you
03:51
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Chopping a man´s head on channel one, I keep on going
Hoping to spot you on channel two, I keep on mowing
You brighten up my life, I wish you were my wife
But I can´t get out there But I can´t get out there
My mind is set on you.
Cutting the trees down on channel three, I feel like dying
Playing your song now on channel four, I feel I´m winning
You brighten up my life, I wish you were my wife
But I can´t get out there, But I can´t get out there
My mind is set on you.
Killer waves drift on channel 5, I feel like drowning
I see you party on channel 6, and I feel like crying
You brighten up my life, I wish you were my wife
But I can´t get out there, But I can´t get out there
My mind is set on you
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6. |
Chasing the starlights
03:26
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Fitting the crowd
Matching every corner I know
Till I´m far ahead from the heating row
Stopped at the signs
I wonder where all these people go
When they feel like their minds are about to blow
Chasing the starlights,
There ain´t gonna be any starlights
Till long after you´re gone
Strangers by night
The stars are ill the moonlight is gone
I take a dive and think that I´m not alone
I´ll be here tonight
Lying in the grass like a bum
I´ll pick a star and then I will start to run
When you´re not around, when you´re not around
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The last girl standing
04:03
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Stepping aside from the walk
Don´t know how to hold you, don’t know how to hold you
The windows are calling you home
Don´t know how to hold you, don´t know how to hold you
Strangers have come to an end and fire has broken
You´re the girl standing alone before the reign of men
Fetching the eyes of the dead
Don´t know how to hold you, don´t know how to hold you
Blurring the sketch of a slob
Don´t know how to hold you, don´t know how to hold you
Strangers have come to an end and fire has broken
You´re the girl standing alone before the reign of men
Awaking too soon at the mourn
Don´t know how to hold you, don´t know how to hold you
Stepping aside from the walk
Don´t know how to hold you, don´t know how to hold you
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8. |
Stay alive
03:46
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Stay alive
No matter what you live
Stay aside
No matter what you give
Stay with me
No matter what you be
Stay a-loud
No matter how you sound
I´ll be over soon
You´ll be over too
Make it way for me
I´ll make it way for you
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Love is calling home
03:47
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Been riding all alone for all my life
Shelters always took me by surprise
Nights have always fallen as disguise
Hiding my way to the morning rise
Something in your eyes have made me stay
Something in your eyes have made me say
There´s nothing wrong about it
On a place to call your own
There´s nothing wrong about it
Love is calling home
I shed along the pathways of despair
I crumbled on the roads of greasy hair
I had to stop for drinking my way out
Before I moved along another town
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Halfway
04:10
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Grinding the seeds for a blueberry pie, I miss you
Whispering a horse till he learns how to fly, I miss you
Chasing the birds till they´re carrying you home, I miss you
Greeting the walls on your brick path to Rome, I miss you
Seeking to grow hair on bald men´s heads, I miss you
Waiting for grand mom to fall from the stairs, I miss you
Teaching how good it is to rule the World, I miss you
Biting all ears on some story you sold, I miss you
Head it on
I´ll meet you halfway I´ll meet you halfway
Wherever you gone
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I looked at my hands They´re exactly the same
As David Rockefeller´s, Junior by name
I went to a doctor to test my own blood:
“Many come here boy and they never hit the court”
It´s gonna be a long long time before I´m bound to your name
I pick from the garbage everything I can eat
I was looking for something a little bit more sweet
So I wrote a letter to the CIA guys
Won´t you find my daddy and bring him inside?
Yes I want to know how come my dad
Has left me for hunger has left me for mad?
I don´t need a new car I don´t need a new flat
I just want my dignity My vanity back
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12. |
Sleepy Hollow
03:09
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Sleepy Hollow´s Headless man
Find your sorrow
Let me borrow
Time to sleep.
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13. |
The riddle
04:26
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If I look close to you in my mirror
Then I will be stuck in your riddle
Who am I?
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Robert Meaning Entroncamento, Portugal
One of the 15 finalists @ the International Songwriting Competition, the #1 song contest in the world, Robert Meaning will
daunt you with his storytelling skills.
CONTACTS
rm@robertmeaning.com
+351 91 281 96 10
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