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Lose My Fear
04:25
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Lose My Fear
Ah talk, ah dangling words on edge
The sharp and thin end of a wedge
Unearth the jewel of deception
Unveil the silent screams of madness
When all hell unloads
Ah, come where
Where I will lose my fear
Lay it down
And I merely will appear
All that’s sacred warmed in my hand
I am standing, oh still here
Trembling with might
Ah spears, ah souvenirs
Yeah dust on the ground
Ah filth, yeah sweeps clean
A torrid account of
When all hell is done
Ah, come when
When I will lose my fear
Hold it down
And I’ll never disappear
All that’s sacred warmed in my hand
I am standing, oh still here
Taken with might
Absurdity leaves a bitter bite
Absurdity, take your leave
And your appetite
Yeah, I will lose my fear
Lay it down
And I’ll never disappear
All that’s sacred warmed in my hand
I’ll lose my fear
Lose my fear
Lose my fear
© P. Bouwens / C. Hall
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2. |
Heal
04:18
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Heal
Heal, timid eyes,
One of no one
Ravaged whole
Dulled by torment
Morsels of blame
Mould your banks of shame
Refrain
Feed my torn one
From our Wild Mother
Wake up tombs
Of screaming fire
The random sand
So shapes into my hand
Come near
Heal your fire slowly
Holding you warm
© P.A. Bouwens / C. Hall
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3. |
The Cry Game
05:29
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The Cry Game
Are you accustomed to being
Taken by your own endearing worries
Do you wait up for the sleep
To throw you wherein
Angry creatures twist your life
Something in the thrill of the cry game
Sold by the familiar spiral maze
Where you can play
Until you had enough
Do you react to warm words that fall onto you
With a stony cool distance
No one’s trying to hurt you
We just want you here
Where hearts can do the talking
And no one to fear
Something in the thrill of the cry game
Caught up in the familiar spiral maze
Do you still want to play
Or have you had enough
Like a TV you could turn off
Silence is safe; isolation is safe
Safe kills the heart, the head, the soul
Ah why should I explain to you
And shatter your illusions of me that only include you
I’m seeking my source
Seems I’m always seeking my source
Nothing ever will remain
Imploding in all directions
But know without shame
The tower you are
Something in the thrill of the free game
Only those illusions that make your worth
Are allowed in
© P.A. Bouwens / C. Hall
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4. |
So Vast
05:28
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So Vast
I’m thinking Benjamin
I only know by name
And the swallows that he freed
Wonder if he minds
Me tapping in his pain
Through the gentle lines leaves
I will not promise to the world that I will know it
It’s so vast
And I won’t take away your hour
It’s so vast
And if you will excuse my being all confused
But it’s oh so new this universal news
Am I a one-of-many child
Thinking my own views
When there’s so much left to lose
You have come from far
Think I see you, Ben
Looking out your worthy sun
I will not promise to the world that I will know it
It’s so vast
And I won’t take away a soul’s hour
It’s so vast
And please do excuse my being all confused
But it’s oh so new this universal news
Who am I to choose
Or is there no me or you
Just the earth and sky and flesh
I will not promise to the world that I’m going to know it
It’s so vast
And I won’t take away your hour
It’s so vast
And if you will excuse my being all confused
But it’s oh so new this universal news
Am I a one-of-many child
Thinking my own views
When there’s so much left to lose
And who am I to believe
As just a single child
With so much there to do
© P.A. Bouwens / C. Hall
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5. |
With Me
04:26
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With Me
I ask you not to abandon me
Life is in a rush
I ask for words that laugh and flow in
From the wells of sweetness
From some shapelessness
I’m arriving ruined and removed
In my simpleness
I ask you to satisfy
Not to ignore
My warm and true advances
I ask you from the core of my good intentions
All I ask is not much more
A few simple moments with me
I ask you not to put me down
Life is being crushed
I ask for love, yeah you know the kind
Reserved for your own blood
From some odd shapelessness
I’m arriving ruined and removed
In my simpleness
I ask you to dignify
Not to ignore
My warm and true advances
I ask you from the core of my good intentions
All I ask is not much more
A few simple moments with me
Can you bear not to scorn my advances
Can you hear my appeal for your connection
All I ask is not much more
Some true attention
Just a handful of moments with me
Oh, an armful of moments with me
© P. Bouwens / C. Hall
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6. |
Indian Mares
04:50
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Indian Mares
Indian mares
Are climbing a ladder
Made of lavender milk
Tastes like dirty carpet
What a bang of a day
Truly bungled
Tuesday was Wednesday
What more is to come
Geranium slaves
Are taking a bath in blue dirt
And the cubes in the air
Are suffocating
You may think I’m insane
Overly scattered
But I do want to explain
The day the sky came pouring down
Let me tell of a day when
I done myself in
Poured into you as if I could
But now doubts are beating up my head
I dream up things that dare me to go mad
Some drops of pure worlds
Are living the lives of princes
Some cups contain tin
That drink like a paper wall
Let me tell of a day when
I done myself in
Poured into you as if I could
But when doubts are beating up my head
I’m wading through waters of sticky gel
Where I am learning
Let me tell of a day when
I done myself in
Poured into you as if I could
But now doubts are beating up my head
Doubts are beating, beating my head
Doubts are screwing up my head
Yeah
© P.A. Bouwens / C. Hall
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7. |
Talk Pure
03:47
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Talk Pure
Lost in the thrill of purity
And the anger that hindered me
Has disappeared and lifted by the wind
And I don’t mind if you can see my frailty
In my hour revelry
I’ve been waiting so suddenly for you now
In a crowd of battered dreams
I was drowning so it seems
I’ve been shakin’ and ravin’ for you to
Talk pure like you do
Swept in the throes of validity
It was your caring that showered me
With all the reasons to undo the lies
Now I drift into the sea of the real
It’s my hour of revelry
I’ve been waiting so hauntingly for you know
In a crowd of battered dreams
I was drowning so it seems
I’ve been shakin’ and ravin’ for you to
Talk pure like you do
I’ve been waiting, yeah falling for you now
In a crowd of battered dreams
I was drowning so it seems
I’ve been shakin’ and ravin’ for you to
Talk pure like you do
© P.A. Bouwens / C. Hall
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8. |
The Murder Is Out
06:50
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The Murder Is Out
Drums in all that you can hear
Draw the voice that closes your window of fear
Drink the beat as if oceans of grit are all you’ve known
Oh, you walk no straight or narrow
And the warm sun on your back
Weighs you down
Choose the road of most resistance
And sentence yourself to a life
Not many understand
And bricks of damn that come your way
You don’t defend
‘Cause you’re sure what lies ahead
Will be worth your every step
The murder is out
Moving around beyond the rumours edge
So bold to be strange
Matter of faith to serve you well, well, well
Sure as fate left you alone
Find a ray of comfort hidden in a tone
Jagged edges twist your verve
You don’t pretend
Yeah, you know what lies ahead
Will be everything you meant
The murder is out
Moving around beyond the rumours edge
So bold to be strange
Matter of faith to serve you well, well, well
You turn wheels within wheels
It suits you well
And the stir you believe
Will take you there
Will take you there, ah
The murder is out
Moving around beyond the rumours edge
So bold to be strange
Matter of faith to serve you well, well, well
© P.A. Bouwens / C. Hall
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Sam's Falling Dordrecht, The Netherlands
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Cynthia Hall and Pim Bouwens are SAMS
FALLING.They have created a musical mix of strikingly warm, fluid, gentle songs, crossing an array of styles, like pop, folk, blues and jazz .
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