1. |
Black Star
04:40
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Black Star
People buried under the rubble
We see the pictures and can’t stop looking
With empty eyes
Detached, binging on violence
As long as it’s not us
It’s not happening
to you and me
Say it’s not real
it’s not real
But it’s real
And this is not about me
The individual, the identity
This is not about you
And your feelings
We’re all in this together
We’re many instead of one
We all want to be free
Or do we
We all hate the feeling
Of being lied to
That’s why believe in
Whatever they tell us
The men in suits they’ll sell us
Their truth
that best fits the market
Another product with a price
Their money ethics
Will we buy it
And this is not about me
The individual, the identity
This is not about you
Your feelings
We’re all in this together
We’re are many instead of one
And we’ll never be free
If we let it slide, let it be
Black star is rising
I can’t go to school today
I cannot work
I’m needed on the streets
Meet me on the streets
I can’t run run run run from the world
Black star is rising
I’ve been waiting all my life
For things to change
And If we keep waiting
It will always be the same
You can’t run run run run from the world
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2. |
Never Look Back
02:52
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Never look back over your shoulder
Gotta say gotta save myself from this town
A getaway get away as fast as I can
Before its streets devour
Rest of my striving mind
All they say all the way is only gossip
Oh the lies all their lies are envy filled
I cannot stand this vile and harming mentality
Gotta get away
Gotta save myself from this town
Getta way as fast as I can
Gotta save myself from this town
Getta way as far as I can
And never look back over my shoulder
Never look back over my shoulder
Gotta say gotta save myself from this town
A getaway get away as far as I can
Before its toxicity will rot
All my life
All they say all the way's one sided hatred
All their talk
and their walk
is poison hearted
I cannot stand this petty horrid animosity
Gotta get away
Gotta save myself from this town
Getta way as fast as I can
Gotta save myself from this town
Getta way as far as I can
And never look back over my shoulder
Never look back over my shoulder
Never look back over my shoulder
Never never never
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3. |
Making Reality
03:00
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Making reality
In this world there are so many names
They might call me
but now things are going to change
I don’t want to adjust to their frames
I’m gonna do as I feel
And do it my way
Well yes I had to put up some noise
When they’re trying to tell me
“Can’t play it like the boys”
Let me think about it
it’s not their choice
I’m gonna speak my mind
And this is my voice
As long as we dream
are we making it real
As long as we speak
Are we making
Reality
I guess it’s too easy for me to
Say all these things
but does it make us free
We need to learn our history
To know all the wrongs
we don’t want to repeat
One thing about the people we see
Who deny their own selves
Only to judge you and me when we
Turn out to be something else that they teach
Is it too hard to deal with
As long as we dream
are we making it real
as long as we sleep
are we making reality
As long as we dream
are we making it real
as long as we speak
are we making reality
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4. |
Behind The Wheel
04:46
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Behind the wheel
I’m a truck driver
I’m awake when you sleep
A Truck driver
Living the dream
Most of my life
Spent behind the wheel
Yeah and on the highway
Feels like I’m really free
I’m a truck driver
If you know what I mean
Oh a ghost rider
Is said to haunt
On this route
Oh a ghost rider
Won’t let superstition
Darken my thoughts
Must be reflection I see
Lonely nights on the road
Yeah this can’t be for real
Long hours all alone
I’m a truck driver
I’m awake when you sleep
A truck driver
No time to dream
There is no distance
Unknown to me
I’ll drive to hell and back
If they just pay me
I’m a truck driver
This is how it’s going to be
Oh a ghost rider
Something strange
Is going on tonight
Oh a ghost rider
Headlights flashing
On this desolate line
Must be a reflection I see
On the darkened road
Yeah something is following me
Riding on the storm
I was a truck driver
Life behind the wheel
A truck driver
Have you seen me?
It was the last diner
I passed on the way
Never finished my shift
And returned to base
They call me a ghost driver
Now that’s my only name
I drove a long way baby
And It’s a long way down
I’ve come a long way honey
I see you around
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5. |
Cry
05:12
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Cry
It’s the first day of winter
You’re still wearing your summer shoes
Your trembling could bring down the walls
To be with you when things fall
Apart
You’re my best friend
How I regret
The bitterness
when we last met
I’m out of breath
My eyes are red
It’s so smashing
To cry again
I hide my face
In my hands
But your eyes cut through
Every surface in this room
I can never watch that film
Again for the first time
You’re my best friend
And I never meant
To bring you down
Wish I could change it somehow
I’m out of breath
But what is said is said
It’s so smashing
To cry again
It brings you here again
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Plastic Tones Helsinki, Finland
Coming Up Shows:
11.4. Tokyo Nakano, Moonstep
12.4. Nagoya,
Huckfinn
13.4. Tsuyama, Akakabetei
14.4. Hiroshima, Conquest
15.4. Osaka, Club Stomp
17.4. Kyoto, Submarine
19.4. Yokkaichi, Vortex
20.4. Tokyo Shimokitazaw, A Livehaus
21.4. Tokyo Shinokubo, Earthdom
27.4. Helsinki, Lepakkomies
23.5. Stockholm, Kafe 44
24.5. Uppsala, Kulturhuset Femman
25.5. Umeå
... more
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