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Allemansrätten
05:47
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occasionally we fall in love
and this love falls in our laps
where it is comfortable to make a nest
we shelter, we shelter, we shelter, we shelter
occasionally we fall in love
and this love leaves us
with nothing but memories
and seldom some poetry and seldom some poetry
Ocasionalmente eu amo
E esse amor se torna um fardo
Tão leve e precioso de carregar
O passo se torna a certeza do andar, do andar, do andar
occasionally we fall in love
to discover it is an Herculean task
Of anxiety and peacefulness
we abide, we abide, we abide...
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On a Monday evening, all I want
Is for the sun to be shining
And not be caught in a heavy rain
When my clothes are not right
I am still figuring out
how to dress appropriately
On a Tuesday evening, all I crave
Is for a little bit of calmness
And a little portion of loneliness
The sight of people soothes my anxiety
Yet I am a bit of a misanthrope
who is passionate about mankind
On a Wednesday evening, all I need
Is the sight of tulips
And the smell of grass
During spring, both flowers and dresses
Blossom freely everywhere
Beauty has always joy to spare
On a Thursday evening, all I desire
Is a Guiness and a Cigarette
And the possibility of meeting someone
I do not care about unfavourable odds
I can stand a heart break
I can stand a heart burn
On a Friday evening, all I ask
Is for a sense of normalcy
I would like some lucidity
A Brazilian expat cannot afford the luxury
We’re ruled by stupid people
Who pride themselves on being stupid
On a Saturday evening, all I get
Is the possibility to forget
It is a day in which I either have
Sorrow or a mild regret
I am working on it, I swear
Slowly becoming a better man
On a Sunday evening, all I hope
Is for a holy day to be holy
Calmness and stillness
I am doubtful about faith
Which is not faithful per se
too often I’m lost for words or meaning
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I wish we’d never had that night we’ve had
Darling, you know the one I am talking about
I‘m not bitter that you’ve broken my heart
Hopelessness romanticism is passé when you’re pushing 30
I just wanted to spare me of a little pain
I’d even given away that beautiful joy
I am just too tired and too pragmatic now
Things have been changing and I’m not quite ready
As I think I should
As I think I would
I am either quite alone or either quite bored
I switch from irresponsible hope to sarcastic bitterness
Just like from binge watching a show to binge watching another
I am taking my own time doing my growth
As I think I should
As I think I would
But the hardest thing is to lower my expectations
I haven’t matured enough yet for this
I know it is coming
But I hope it does not
I know it is coming
But I hope it does not
I know it is coming
But I hope it does not
I know it is coming
But I hope it does not
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I fold my memories neatly and organised
Keeping track of all my unfulfilled cries
None of which were ever made as lies
It’s a tough game of changing plights
Maybe, it just wasn’t meant to be
we were someone else completely
I relive scenarios like a forgotten actor
Enacting dialogues that were never real
Nostalgia powers me like a steam engine
a non-existent past to waste my attention
I ache when I think of your heartbreak
Still not enough to lose my sleep or my mind
We were never anything more than potential
We were never anything more than projection
There’s always been a lot of pretension
Of us being two unique souls lost and alone
But there was never enough potential
For us to build something of our own
Maybe, it just wasn’t meant to be
we were someone else completely
I relive scenarios like a forgotten actor
Enacting dialogues that were never real
Nostalgia powers me like a steam engine
a non-existent past to waste my attention
I ache when I think of your heartbreak
Still not enough to lose my sleep or my mind
We were never anything more than potential
We were never anything more than projection
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Melting Gold
04:12
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You’re the charred ruins of a museum
I’ve never intended to let you go
I’ve never wanted to forget you
Somethings are beyond our control
After the fire, remembrance is ashes
After the fire, hope arise from ruins
I’ve tried to find you in other women
I knew it’d be pointless
Just when I was quite rough
I found someone close enough
You were the plaster in my mould
And she will be the melting gold
I thought we’d end up together
Crafted futures for the both of us
Fooled by my own expectations
Planned a future forgot to warn you
A rookie mistake as they would say
A perennial beginner on such matters
I’ve tried to find you in other women
And though they all called me on that
Just when I was quite rough
I found someone close enough
You were the plaster in my mould
And she will be the melting gold
I’ve passed on
so many good things
While you stuck
to the back of my head
A repetitive melody
I’m always humming
Everywhere I look
Your face painted on a ruin
You were the plaster
in my mould
someone else will be
the melting gold
You were the plaster
in my mould
someone else will be
the melting gold
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Brightness Shining in Darkness
I didn’t listen to Thom at all
I am always stuck on a dream
Darling, I don’t have the one who got away
I’ve got dozens…
I am not merely one
I contain multitudes
All of us are half-broken
All of me is fully filled
I am a saint
looking for a place to shrine
You are a brightness
Ever shining in darkness
That neither one could ever
hope to fully understand
I am taken aback,
a prophet turned to salt
I’m drowning in my own regrets
I’m a sum of all of my failures
A retired general
moving thousands of dead armies
I’ve either avoided love
or love has avoided me
Unwillingly I’m unscathed
Unwillingly empty at last
I am a saint
looking for a place to shrine
You are a brightness
Ever shining in darkness
That neither one could ever
hope to fully understand
I am taken aback,
a prophet turned to salt
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7. |
En Fanfar Från Flogsta
02:40
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- instrumental -
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I’m the sum of all of my dreams
Minus my inabilities to fullfill them
And I am obviously lacking something
All of me a collection of boredom
Oh dear, this is the same old story
In different words, different languages
And I always sink with the weight of my choices
I can’t bear neither beginnings nor ends
I am holding on tight
I am putting up a fight
I am learning as I go
I am trying to see some growth
You should forgive me
You should forgive me
You should forgive me
Even if when I’m guilty
Even if when I’m guilty
Even if when I’m guilty
Even if when I’m guilty
You should forgive me
You should forgive me
You should forgive me
You should forgive me
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Warmest Winter Malmö, Sweden
www.facebook.com/warmestwintertheband
Warmest Winter is a postpunk/shoegaze
project headlined by Tiago Duarte Dias, from Rio and currently living in Sweden.
Download our EPs and our album here or listen to us via any streaming platform/
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