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Space
04:21
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It’s too much to comprehend
how a space could ever end
Limitations have no atmosphere
I hope we get to go some time
Before we get old and die
Maybe life is better over there
Picking up pieces from a well written song
Chopping it down because it plays for too long
Words are never gonna find their perfect place, your days are numbered from the start. As you sit back down by the open fire
The clocks are ticking. I wonder why?
Change the scene and turn your head around.
Your crazy dream won’t last forever.
Follow the direction of the sound.
Past is gone, let’s all forget it!
Start over again
One million people getting down with the time
Thinking it’s made while we cry at the moon
Words are never gonna find their perfect place,
your days are numbered from the start.
As you sit back down by the open fire.
The walls are trembling. You wonder why?
Change the scene and turn your head around.
Your crazy dream won’t last forever.
Follow the direction of the sound.
Past is gone, let’s all forget it!
Start over again…
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Easier Said Than Sung
04:13
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You down a drink, I have a think, we call it off.
We’ve been searching for light in someone else’s life, we’re lost.
It’s just the same old mistakes. We never change, making it flop.
I’ll be dropping the bomb right on the spot, changing the plot.
Safe journey.
Broken to peace, I find my knees touching the ground.
I’ll be nudging the sound. I beg you please, don’t hang around.
Gonna whip it up like it doesn’t even matter.
Building burning down while I’m climbing up the ladder.
Safe journey. I hope you wake up.
The world is turning, you got to make your mind up.
Everything is changing man it doesn’t even matter.
Deranged I thought I had her but I fell down the ladder and landed in a hole. Blasted out of my soul. Spinning faster out of control. All the nasty shot that unfolds is a mystery to me. I don’t know why I'm here, I’m all the way down.
Place all your bets, we’ll never change changing.
Safe journey. I hope you wake up. Eyes burning, a bad break up.
Baby I can hardly hear the words coming out of your mouth, it’s like I’m not around.
Safe journey, I know you’ll wake up fine.
Now is your time (to shine)
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Francobollo London, UK
Francobollo are four fellas, mostly from Sweden, who make wonky guitar music in
London.
Having released their debut album 'Long Live Life', produced by Charlie Andrew (Alt-J, Marika Hackman, Wolf Alive, London Grammar...), they developed their sound with the following Good Buy EP capturing the pre-pandemic feeling of anxiety.
2024 saw a return to form with Space/Easier Said Than Sung.
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