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Baby, will you hold me up?
When I cannot stand
Baby, will you hold me up?
I could use your hands
To hold me
And support me
Gently care for me
Like they do with old trees in Japan
Baby, when I go too far and my line wears thin
I’m heading for a distant star now
Baby, will you reel me in?
Unfold me
And uphold me
Gently remold me
Like they do with old trees in Japan
Baby, you know that I’m proud
And I’ll be acting tough
It’s hard for me to ask for this out loud now but
Baby will you hold me up?
Care for me
Love and adore me
Please, please, uphold me
Like they do with old trees in Japan
Like they do in Japan
Like they do in Japan
Like in Japan
Like in Japan
Like in Japan
Baby, treat me like an old tree in Japan
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2. |
The Martyrs
03:32
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I don’t know how to stop this running pace
Whenever I do tears stream down my face
In a strong flowing river that I cannot control
And it falls and it rises and from the soul
My brothers and I, we are the same kind of sad
Though I’ve always been good and they pretended to be bad
There is rot in the heart of this family tree
So we’re all kind of victims of that legacy
Oh, bring us back to our youth
All was at peace, at least we lived in long and true
Bring us back, bring us back
Because we don’t know what to do
With it now
There are martyrs among us that we used to look up to
And they bled all their lives for what they did and could not do
When the pedestal falls and it shatters at our feet
There is no way to ever bring back every piece
I smoke a cigarette as if that would make it right
And I suck out the poison of what’s not even my fight
We should all know the difference between what’s right and what’s wrong
Some are weak but pretending that they’re strong
Oh, bring us back to our youth
All was at peace, at least we lived it long and true
Bring us back, bring us back
Because we don’t know what to do
With it now
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Blue
04:08
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I’m blue
I’m blue as the ocean
What if I only knew how to be
anything but this
Still I’m blue
Like the waves upon the ocean
Oh how this life is cruel
Offering nothing more than this
Oh I don’t want to feel anything
Oh give me something to believe in please
Oh I can’t keep myself from drowning anymore
So I am blue
And dark as the ocean
What if I only knew how to be anything but this
Oh I don’t want to feel anything
Oh give me something to believe in please
Oh I can’t keep myself from drowning anymore
What if I only knew how to be
Anything but this blue
Anything but this blue
Anything but this blue
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Someone New
03:31
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I dye my hair to be someone new
What I am made of is ultra blue
Now I am trying to be truthful to myself
And everyone else
I paint my lips in a different shade
To meet the darkness that wouldn’t fade
I try to be brave and accept the pain in me
I need to be someone new
But there’s nowhere to go while I walk in these shoes
So I soak in ink and black poetry
I need my mother’s horror to be free
It’s the way it has to go
I’m getting naked in front of you
What I am made of is ultra blue
I leave the past to reveal the truth
I leave the past to reveal the truth
I need to be someone new
But there’s nowhere to go while I walk in these shoes
I soak in ink and black poetry
I need my mother’s horror to be free
It’s the way it has to go
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Echoes
02:18
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When I call your name
It's ringing through mountain chains
And around it goes
It echoes and echoes
And comes back to me
When I call your name
It's singing in my veins
And around it goes
It echoes and echoes
And comes back to me
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6. |
Killing Time
03:38
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All I know
All that I know
Is that I'm still bleeding
But I can take a beating
So I let it flow
All I know
All that I know
Is that I'm still breathing
With both lungs still heaving
But I'm keeping on
And I know time can be cruel to me
Moving slow
Standing still
While I'm down there on my knees
But I am a killer
All I know
All that I know
Is that I'm still feeling
It's hard to believe in an end to this war
And I know time can be cruel to me
Moving slow
Standing still
While I'm down there on my knees
In an armour of steel
With a wound that won't heal
And sometimes I'm afraid that I am losing my mind, killing
Time can be cruel to me
Moving slow
Standing still
While I'm down there on my knees
But I am a killer
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7. |
Let Go
03:26
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I woke
I woke up this morning with you
Your bed
All messed up and both of us to
But I need to go
And you need to let go
Oh let go
I hold
I hold you so tight to my chest
Your warmth
Is almost too hard to resist
But I need to go
And you need to let
Oh let go
Oh let go
There's nothing I'd rather stay for
But you need to let go
Oh let go
You need to let go
Oh let go
Oh let go
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8. |
The End
03:56
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All the tears rise
Blurs out my vision
But I think I just saw the light
Echoes of times
Lost and forgotten now
I just outlived the longest night
This time I wonder
Is this the end?
Crossing a line
To where I came from
Inch by inch towards the other side
Closing my eyes
Fishing out memories
I thank all gods that I'm alive
This time I wonder
Is this the end?
Some say that pain is
Your undying friend
Always by my side
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NOLA Malmö, Sweden
NOLA’s two eps, “Killing Time” and “Someone New”, still accord by an underpinning emphasis on lyrical content, delivered through a voice that seems an old soul, mature beyond her years. Sometimes poetic and metaphorical, and other times simple and straightforward, her careful, concise expression evokes pain and sorrow, but more so becomes a vessel of understanding to navigate the dark. ... more
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