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Pavlovian
03:09
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We can start a new way of life
We can tear down any burning hell
Gates are open, birds are wild
We’ll be running in the streets again
Never mind the sirens
From has-been comedians
I just need to make sure that
We’re moving, breaking away from
Pavlovian
The kind of world we’re living in
Is the kind of zoo we used to see
Under the sun nothing can hide
Dreams are rotting in a fridge that stinks
I’ve been drowned
Everything was upside down
I just need a torch
When the alarm sounds
In the shakedown
After all the lies we heard
We can finally break the chains and rise
Here we rise
Hearts were torn
Love was shamed
We’ve been to highest mountains
Lost in the rain
The only lights that guide us
The moon has been late
We don’t need messiahs
We don’t need no slaves
No, no no no...
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Oh for heaven’s sake
Why don’t you feel sorry
After all the terrible things you’ve done to me
Give me one last break
If you lock me in
Some kind of cage, some kind of humiliation
Mr. Lee is trying to sell his (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his)
Mr. Lee is trying to sell his (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his)
Mr. Lee is trying to sell his (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his)
Mr. Lee is trying to sell his (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his)
Ten thousand dollars or maybe more
I don’t know how much he is worth
Sometimes peace and sometimes war
I can feel it in your dirt
I hope you’ll remember
I don’t need no doctor
I just want to get back what I deserve now
Every day is the same
Even miss pouring rain
I can’t really tell if it’s night or day
Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul)
Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul)
Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul)
Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul)
Ten thousand dollars or maybe more
I don’t know how much he is worth
Sometimes peace and sometimes war
I can feel it in your dirt
You’ve been living in wonderland
All I’ve got is in your hand
Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul)
Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul)
Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul)
Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul)
Mr. Lee is trying to sell his (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his)
Mr. Lee is trying to sell his (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his)
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3. |
I Once (I Was A Fish)
03:22
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I once met an angel
She flew away
I once found a friend, they
Said he was lame
I once hid a cloud
It never rained
I once kissed a flower
I saw it shrinking, no no, no no
I did start a fight and
I didn’t win
I once broke a mirror
No one got hurt
No one but me, but me, no no
I dived within
Our tainted skins
Were soaring, were soaring
I once calmed my boredom
Gentle as haze
I came out of nowhere
I thought I was a fish
I could flow, I could swim
I could
I was a fish
I was a fish
I was a fish
I was a fish
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Historians' Bombs
03:28
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Dropping historians’ bombs
To be more alone
Wasting scientists’ tears
To quench their thirst
The telephone rang
I kept myself sane
Pushing the hardest button
Far away from home
Sweeping the slaughterhouse
Before the lights black out
They must be dead
And now I’m on my bed
Living in a puppet show
With the chimps I don’t know
Planting the guilt of Adam
Under the carousel
God has slept
And now I play his chess
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5. |
Ballad Underground
03:49
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I’m writing on a paper
About the rules you broke
They need some recipe
So I brought it to the cook
Somehow I end up making money from a book
Last time I saw you
You looked like a tramp to me
A map on your face
An avalanche in your tears
But still I cannot hide my jealousy
I’m spewing up pain
While you’re feeding your blues
I found in the ditch
When I’m on my midnight cruise
Good luck to you, anyway the wind still blew
It’s such a pity
He didn’t listen to my advice
Nothing is free
Their empathy comes with a price
Even the worst rapper now
Is not going to use his rhymes
You’d better look out
Your friend is just a paid actor
He’ll mess with your mind
He’s never really any doctor
You’ll be so in love
Staring at the twisted mirror
I think it’s time
To fill yourself with fears
It’s getting dark
Go before you miss a year
Let’s see what’ll happen
When you get to know Mr. Lee
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I have been living alone on the hill
As long as my mother is paying the bills
We never realised the world could spin
Until the movie showed us all kinds of sins
There is a voice I hear almost every night
But sooner or later I will find it right
I’m breathing, breathing in and out
They’re giving me headaches without a doubt
You have been sending me SMS
But you know I will never get undressed
You choice of words is fine but your tone is flawed
No one has taught you to be subtle before
Baby don’t you cry in front of the grave
The undertakers have warned you to look away
I’m staring, staring in and out
You’re giving me headaches without
Killing, killing time that’s gone
I don’t mind going back on and on
On and on
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7. |
Keep Me Under
02:50
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Keep me under
All kinds of love
Keep me under
All kinds of love
Keep me under
All kinds of love
Keep me under
All kinds of love
I lost my way
When the stars not gleaming
I feel the same
Wherever I’m going
You can decide
Which beams you like
You can outshine
All the black and white
Filling your mines
I’m afraid of heights
Candies and wines
I do not advise
I played the game
Gambling all my sorrow
I’m glad you came
When I need a pillow
Keep me under
All kinds of love
Keep me under
All kinds of love
Keep me under
All kinds of love
Keep me under
All kinds of love
All kinds of love
All kinds of love
All kinds of love
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8. |
Traces
02:59
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Living as a man again
Raising the stars above
Standing at the edge of the world
Searching for another pearl
No heroes to come behind
No arrows to tell the way I go
All we do is follow traces in the dark
When we start to run
With their eyes I see my friends
Toss a coin and try my luck
Tenderly I touch the sky
Looking for a warm reply
No shelter for us to hide
No answer when my confusion grows
All we do is follow traces in the dark
When we start to run
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9. |
The Refrain Song
04:44
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The chef has been so kind to me
For not poisoning my family
Today his meat broke free in the morn
But still it’s my favourite restaurant
He served his king
But he did not learn to refrain
The night was over
When the conversation was mundane
I don’t own you
You don’t own/owe me anything
Now, now
We never look for liberty
We can colonize our bourgeoise
Before something dies
My friend is afraid of the ghost
But he said, you looked even worse in the show
Your makeup is more than we’d conceive
To me, it’s such a great relief
You see there’s no way
To go back to the good place
This time I’m weary
To live in such a disgrace
You don’t know me, I don’t know you anyway
Now, now
We never look for mastery
We only lose our memories
Before something dies
The prince is looking for a job
To pay for his neighbours and his dog
I will lose my appetite
For which I still have to fight
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10. |
Maybe A Word
03:07
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Maybe a word is just too brief
To tell you how I really feel
Maybe I am just too weak
Weak as a drifting, falling leaf
Fallen leaf
I wonder if they are building walls
Or they are just covering sores
Living less and losing more
I wanna know what’s going on
Break through the curtain, go out and play
Lean out the window, face-to-face
It’s not time to cremate or bury
You can find a million ways
Million ways, million ways
Once in a while we’re used to
Reaping flowers on the road
Who can tell the seasons
When they’re sold/sowed?
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Hacking the games
Searching for chains
I wonder what has changed
Looking for help
For you and myself
I wonder if I have failed
I really wanna know, I really wanna know
Cutting the wires
Exiling desires
Setting the machine on fire
I have seen it glow, I have seen it glow
Keep them outside
The sacred divide
Maybe the reapers are high
Can’t go back to the temple now
Painting the night
In smokey white
They have their chemical rights
I saw it spread and grow, I saw it spread and grow
Wrestling with sand
With blood on my hands
This is the greatest goodbye
Can’t go back to the temple now
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Jabin Law
Jabin Law is a Hong Kong-based singer-songwriter. His music bears the weight of urbanism.
Jabin Law,香港民謠唱作人,歌曲承載現代城市的荒涼和壓抑。
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