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The pink moon is a harbinger of misfortune, without any hesitation.
The pink moon is an omen of turbulence, a hint of change. We are creatures composed of 65% water, and the pink moon transforms us into goldfish without a chance to reply.
It's already written and already happening ("Pink moon"), it plays with the games the morning teaches it ("From the morning"), it dares not give a name to the days and stays with people who know everything has already been said ("Things behind the sun"), it wonders who will be chosen now if it won't be it ("Which will").
And then there is a boy who watches it while trying to find a place that is just his own, a boy "greener than the hill where the flowers grew and where the sun still shines" ("Place to be").
The pink moon governs the whole scenario, but the boy tries to speak of the sun to the best of his ability; despair is hidden like the things concealed behind the light, but there is no way to escape it for much longer.
The boy returns home from a party and drives through the English countryside, always keeping to the right because he has just returned from a stay in France and has yet to readjust to the habits of his mother island. The pink moon gives way to the dawn, and the boy thinks that returning home in step with a new day reclaiming its space has the sanctity of a ritual that has deeply embedded itself in the flesh.
The pink moon enchants, the pink moon has the awareness of a testament.
After this album, the history of music would never be the same. But she couldn't know it yet.
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
01 Pink Moon (02:06)
I saw it written and I saw it say
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get you all
It's a pink moon
It's a pink, pink, pink, pink, pink moon...
02 Place to Be (02:43)
When I was young, younger than before
I never saw the truth hanging from the door
And now I'm older see it face to face
And now I'm older gotta get up clean the place
And I was green, greener than the hill
Where flowers grew and the sun shone still
Now I'm darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down, give me a place to be
And I was strong, strong inside
I thought I'd see when day was done
Now I'm weaker than the palest blue
Oh, so weak in this need for you
03 Road (02:02)
You can say the sun is shining if you really want to
I can see the moon and it seems so clear
You can take the road that takes you to the stars now
I can take a road that'll see me through
I can take a road that'll see me through.
You can take a road that takes you to the stars now
I can take a road that'll see me through
I can take a road that'll see me through
I can take a road that'll see me through.
06 Things Behind the Sun (03:57)
Please beware of them that stare
They'll only smile to see you while
Your time away
And once you've seen what they have been
To win the earth just won't seem worth
Your night or your day
Who'll hear what I say.
Look around you find the ground
Is not so far from where you are
But not too wise
For down below they never grow
They're always tired and charms are hired
From out of their eyes
Never surprise.
Take your time and you'll be fine
And say a prayer for people there
Who live on the floor
And if you see what's meant to be
Don't name the day or try to say
It happened before.
Don't be shy you learn to fly
And see the sun when day is done
If only you see
Just what you are beneath a star
That came to stay one rainy day
In autumn for free
Yes, be what you'll be.
Please beware of them that stare
They'll only smile to see you while
Your time away
And once you've seen what they have been
To win the earth just won't seem worth
Your night or your day
Who'll hear what I say.
Open up the broken cup
Let goodly sin and sunshine in
Yes that's today.
And open wide the hymns you hide
You find reknown while people frown
At things that you say
But say what you'll say
About the farmers and the fun
And the things behind the sun
And the people round your head
Who say everything's been said
And the movement in your brain
Sends you out into the rain.
08 Parasite (03:36)
When lifting the mask from a local clown
feeling down like him.
Seeing the light in a station bar and travelling far in sin.
Sailing downstairs to the Northern line
watching the shine of the shoes.
Hearing the trials of the people there
who's to care if they lose.
Take a look you might see me on the ground,
for I am the parasite of this town.
Dancing a jig in a church with chimes
a sign of the times today.
Hearing no bell from a steeple tall
people all in dismay.
Falling so far on a silver spoon
making the moon for fun.
Changing a robe for a size to small
people all get hung.
Take a look you might see me coming through,
for I am the parasite who travels two by two.
Lifting the mask from a local clown
feeling down again.
Seeing the light in a station bar
and travelling far in sin.
Sailing downstairs to the Northern line
watching the shine of the shoes.
Hearing the trials of the people there
who's to care if they lose.
Take a look you might see me on the ground,
for I am the parasite of this town.
Take a look you might see me in the dirt,
for I am the parasite who hangs from your skirt.
10 Harvest Breed (01:37)
Falling fast and falling free you look to find a friend
Falling fast and falling free this could just be the end
Falling fast you stoop to touch and kiss the flowers that bend
And you're ready now
For the harvest breed
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