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Treason
03:21
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I’ve been uppin' my game
I’ve been doing the same
I’ve been smoking again
'Cause I got feelings
I’ve been losing my faith
I’ve been having my way
I’ve been riding this train
Goes down in history
I’ve been trying to hide
It’s been crossing my mind
It’s been messin' my shine
'Cause I’m a heathen
There’s no magic
There’s no treasure
There’s no getting higher
There’s no dreaming
There’s no feeling
There’s no trying harder
‘Cause there’s no wasting
There’s no changing
There’s no time to spare
I’ve been driving my car
It's been going too far
I’ve been climbing a star
'Cause I got reason
I’ve been turning the page
I’ve been living the rage
I’ve been fleeing the stage
Yes, this is treason
But when I come back
There’s no way back
I will gain my freedom
This is fatal
It’s a shaker
It will give me meaning
Gates will open
Roads will shorten
You will feel my treason
You will feel my treason
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2. |
Murray Hill
03:48
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Open the door
In Murray Hill
Asbestos wall
Of Murray Hill
History shakes
Up Murray Hill
While your heart breaks
It’s Murray Hill
Son, this birdcage is turning inside out
While you may rearrange, well nothing’s gonna change
Murray Hill’s a step down
Foggy skyscrapers of Murray Hill
Writing hiatus in Murray Hill
Silent erection up Murray Hill
Loss of direction down Murray Hill
Well now you’re taking
The easiest way out
Cause your mind descends in
This silent pace of waste
Murray Hill’s a step down
Down
It’s so so
So so
You're on your own
It’s so so
All in all
Murray Hill out
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3. |
Rooftop
04:57
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You got out of there tonight
And out into the wild
The city’s kind
With you tonight
The light electrifies
Check out all of those smiles
This downtown vibe
The mood is right
You go running up the stairs of yet another subway stop
You go talking to the girls from New Jersey as they drop
And you feel just like the music playing in this vintage shop
There’s no limit to the beats per minute in your heart
You got high
And you’re playing with fire
You got high
Come on
Time is not a science
Time is on your side
But it flies
With her tonight
Brooklyn is asleep
While you’re going deep
You take a ride
To a fast life
She keeps reminding you of someone you still have to meet
Or left behind in a past life that haunts you when you sleep
She rolls a bunch of cigarettes, the red stairs to the rooftop
She takes you by the hand and then she shares her smoke
And you get high
Higher and higher
You get to fly
And thirty years expire
You’re so high
See yourself
You know this is medicine
She takes you home
You know it’s the final scene
You try to smile, she will let you down
Will she care
You’re lost in her failing win?
Will she see
All the scars left by the dream
Dead in you
Or the truth?
Now she cries
But you can spot a liar
While she dives
Into her wild desire
She’s so high
The ocean makes it stop
The sun comes right on top
And in your eyes
Clears all the signs
Coney Island shines
As you forget her eyes
Just real life
You’re all grown up
Your home is far away from here there’s no point going back
This salty air will do for now, the last stop on the track
But then you realize there’s something missing from your heart
Will this stupid teenage feeling ever gonna stop?
And you get high
Higher and higher
Fade out light
Smoking out the fire
You’re so high
Let’s go!
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4. |
Close Call
05:06
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Runnin’ through that door
Pinned up to the wall
Something for the fall
Oh darling, it’s a close call
Not sure, but we’re not close at all
Feeling so obtuse
In search of an use
Right across the hall
Oh darling, it’s a close call
Not sure, I might have guessed it all
Out, breathing out, breathing in
Scratch.
Scratching scars that never heal
Out, out of breath and out of here
See? I find it hard to disappear
But then I guessed it all
That’s why I made this call
Find out what I’m good for
Oh darling, it’s a close call
Then again, you know it all
You know it all
Fix the damage
Lesson learned
No, don’t look back
She might break
You take her fault
Just like that
Dream the dreams,
They never last
Don’t take it back
Play it big
And fail for that
Don’t you look back
Bid on every
Thing you got
Don’t you look back
Don’t you look back
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Trains
04:43
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I’ve been riding these trains
I’ve been riding this city
And with a heart of stone
I’m not looking for pity
I’ve been reaching for signs
With my eyes closed I was not blind
Now I’m riding these trains
I am riding these stations
And with a lack of hope
I am testing my patience
Looting souls, putting on a show for the Unknown
Robbin’ stories, letting them go
And it feels like they own me all
Spittin’ jokes while hittin’ a low
I’ve been lost in this train
I’ve been lost in your pity
And with my empty heart
I’m all over this city
Can you see I’m a prisoner
I’m convicted for losing my time
Doomed forever to fill the spot
Of some other unlucky guy
Who was riding these trains
And was riding this city
And with a heart of stone
He never needed no pity
Darkness reigns over your whole
Do you want it anymore?
Love can fill you like a sore
Do you need it anymore?
Darkness reigns over your mind
You still want to stay alive
Stations come, doors open wide
One-way ticket for this ride
You know, this is the night
You know your stars don’t shine
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6. |
Question
05:17
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You gotta ask that question,
You gotta ask it all around
You gotta crack the tension
You really gotta take it down
You gotta own that situation
You need to feel the city
You really need to go to town
You always need the motion
You’ll make it if you ask around
It’s just the same old question
You forgot
How does it feel to never have the real thing?
How does it feel to never feel the best of it?
How does it feel to be the one who’s always left out?
You gotta shake that feeling
You gotta turn this thing around
You gotta go through motions
Your heart will never settle down
Don’t mind the loneliness that comes with it
Shout it out loud, that’s gotta be the real thing
Wreck the place down, you gotta feel the best of it
See it all go, it never stays the way they say it would
How it should
And you still dream the thing that makes it worth while
Though the proof has been scarce and you’re simply just tired
To believe you are more than just work for hire
And to think it is all about aiming higher
But your ears still hear the words of your father
Though they’re gone you have never stopped taking cover
Worn your heart until there was nothing to spare
Now you’re longing for something or someone to care
Still you look and you find that nobody’s there
You don’t care
You don’t care
No one’s there
And it seems like your sins kill your dreams
Yes it seems like your sins kill your dreams
Higher and higher you get away and out of it
Lighter and starker you shake right into it
Climb all the ladders until all you find is a rope
Tied with hope
You gotta ask your question
You gotta ask it all the time
And fight the indecision
This weakness that destroys your prime
Unless your attitude don’t break your spine
You need to feel the city
You really need to go to town
You always need the motion
You’ll make it if you ask around
It’s just the same old question
You forgot
(How does it feel not to have love?)
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Here and there and everywhere
It seems I just can’t figure what my place is
Sniffing hope on a rope
I don’t belong to any of these streets
My self-exile is out of time
Looks like I’m here a while, I just can’t reach it
I take a glance, leave it to chance
And then I see you run and disappear
Going downtown, downtown
Downtown
And you remain a stranger
Yes, you remain a stranger
Going downtown, downtown,
Downtown
I’ll take this back, I’m gonna pack
My thoughts and dreams are laid on paper
But it just feels like all these fears
Are all too real not to escape again
Going downtown, downtown
Downtown
‘Cause you’ll remain a stranger
Yes, you remain a stranger
Going downtown, downtown
Downtown
I don’t know how to do this with more grace
The world is staring back at me erased
I’m looking but I cannot see
Unless you’ll keep me warm
And show me grace
Just don’t remain a stranger
Don’t you remain a stranger
Lost way downtown, downtown
Downtown
(Stealing pictures
Wrong ideals
Moving houses
Downtown)
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An old scrap from my book says I’d survived
A footnote I think mentioned failed suicide
Stories of faith, stories of dark nights
Stories of depression, too many lows and highs
And Lady Loneliness just took her time
To teach me about love once in a while
I was amused by just how much she tried
To get me out of bed so I could rise and shine
But I got nothing, I got nothing, I
I’m not even gonna try
I got nothing, I got nothing, I
Am the luckiest man alive
I got nothing, I got nothing, I
Think that now it’s just the right time
‘Cause I got nothing, I got nothing, I
Don’t have anything to hide
But that’s fine
‘cause I got nothing to call mine
And just in case you missed the end
I never thought ‘bout being president
I wrote my stories, yes they took my time
While Lady Luck just closed her one blind eye
I think I also met this small brunette
Who tricked me once, made me her lonely pet
She summoned me to get into her bed
Then pulled the cover and I woke up dead
So I got nothing, I got nothing, I
I’m not even gonna try
I got nothing, I got nothing, I
Am the luckiest man alive
I got nothing, I got nothing, I
Think that now it’s just the right time
‘Cause I got nothing, I got nothing, I
Don’t have anything to hide
I have years to burry
And a casket of love
I got fluffy wings
Shot and filled with holes
I got many dreams
All dressed in torn jeans
I have certitudes
Like the simple things
You do say I owned
I never explored
Possibilities
That all of this exists
Only in your dreams!
But I got nothing, I got nothing, I
I’m not even gonna try
I got nothing, I got nothing, I
Am the luckiest man alive
I got nothing, I got nothing, I
Think that now it’s just the right time
‘Cause I got nothing, I got nothing, I
Don’t have anything to hide
I'm the luckiest man alive
That’s what my scrapbook said one night
‘Cause I got nothing to call mine
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9. |
Someone Else's Bride
03:16
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She’s someone else’s bride,
In someone else’s life
She’s someone else’s news
In someone else’s shoes
But she’s still
Taking all those chances
Winning all those races
While the picture is thinning
She just keeps on winning
Someone else’s soul
And someone else’s call
She’s someone else’s fight
And someone else’s bride
‘Cause everything is slow
You’re taking all the chances
While dropping all defenses
And now she’s not asking to go
And it’s scary how
The moon somehow
Gets in her eyes
Drops the disguise
It’s scary how
Her love somehow
Slipped through the cracks
Making time wild
It’s scary how
This world somehow is coming to get you
With the loneliest howl
But it’s kind of fun
When you look at the sun
To see what she’s done
For she’s still on the lookout
And you’re still on the run
And while you turn away
You still remember that day
Ten years ago today
When she told you the thing that
You never thought
You never thought she’d say
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10. |
Observation
05:05
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This is where I’ve been
This is what I’ve noticed
This is what I’ve seen
A number of doors
This is where I’ve maybe
Fallen from the staircase
This is what I tried
A number of times
This is where I went
And it took my intuition to see
That this is what I strived for
What I would’ve died for
Years ago
Well, I don’t mind
I don’t mind
I’m blurry inside just as long
As you see it too
This is where I stayed
Where I stayed for ages
But you never cared for me
And that’s the truth
This is what I said
I tried to be precise then
And that’s when you came back
You came back to me
But I don’t mind
I don’t mind
I’m blurry inside just as long
As you see it too
This is what I stole
I stole on one condition
That I’d never change again
That’s why I have been so strange
This is what I see
This is my observation
There’s a lot to need
The need to be free
But I don’t mind
I don’t mind
I’m blurry inside just as long
As you see it too
Take it from the top
Be a real man now
Take it from the top
You’ve been wasting life
Make it from the top
You’ve been wasting
On a dream
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You keep on hearing life will finally take its course
Things work out for the best, eventually you pay all tolls
But why does it seem sometimes your heart’s just too heavy, it’s so scary
When you roll the dice
There is no surprise
The results are never what they seem on first sight
The game is rigged, there’s no love behind your eyes
And as you get older the world just turns out an unbearable mess
But you’re a success
While you do your best
When is this going to end?
When is this going to end?
When will the bruises all mend?
When is this going to end?
When is this going to fade?
How long is it going to take?
When is this going to be OK?
Don’t tell me that old story “til death do us part”
All misery needs company, what a pile of crap (so fuck all that!)
I’m sick and tired to be sold this product of Love and the Lord
They conquer us all
‘Cause this is a war
Why don’t you pick up the phone?
Yes, my friend, I know you’re home
Tired of walking alone?
Why do you think you belong
And I don’t?
What will it take to just stop?
The rest of your life is a fraud!
What makes you think you’ve been chosen
by default?
You are a winner
Who just killed the dreamer
Took the sins you had
On a holiday
And this whole nation
On permanent vacation
Watches on TV how
You shoot out your way
Maybe this is justice
Or maybe just a practice
The wound is deep
And they’re gonna pay
The end is near
It will disappear
No escape car
And no getaway
There’s no getaway, no
It’s no getaway, no
Get away
Get away
Get away
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12. |
God Knows I'm Right
05:34
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God knows I’m right
God knows I'm right
Nobody feels like the real thing by my side
Nobody gets to be the savior of my kind
Only God knows I’m right
Through the alleys of the city I get by
‘Cause I’ve been facing the facts
While love’s waving away
Maybe it’s a sign of weakness
My permanent stay
And I’m hiding myself
Camouflage all the way
Through the darkness I find
Disarray
Only God knows when I’m wrong
Only God can show me the door
Nobody fails, nobody moves
Nobody changes, they all get real too soon
It’s just me on the side
Contemporary warfare
Cause you can get so jealous
And scared
Yeah, but God knows I’m good
God knows I’m good
I’ll get outta here, I’ll make it all heal
I'll get outta here, I'll make it all heal
Until freedom disappears, well
Through the thirtieth year
I haven’t had a good time
All I have to do is make up my mind
To the love of a woman
To the city at night
Raise this glass and leave it all behind
This the age of the serpent
This the feast of your death
All I need is to wrap up and forget
‘Cause God knows I’m right
Only God knows I’m right
Oh, God knows and that’s alright
Through my darkest hour tonight shines a light
Shines a light
Shines a light
Shines a lie
Shines a lie
Lie
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13. |
Late Song
03:23
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Your brain is tired
Watch the machine
You keep on losing personal history
Walking on over down
To the screen
This is another
Vain medicine
You are unlikely to make the cut
You’re just unlikely to make the cut
Outside the city is spinning around
The stars are warped and you’re just all
Grown, grown, grown
Grown, grown, grown
Grown, grown, grown
Grown, grown, grown
You are just wandering sacred and calm
While your creation keeps breaking you down
What if the thing is the messenger’s gone
What if she just won’t answer the call?
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Peca
Peca is one of the most important voices of Romanian playwriting. Besides writing for the stage Peca has been writing and home recording lo-fi songs, with a DYI attitude, experimenting with different genres and sounds in an unique way. His recent albums include "Lo-Fi" (2011), "Murray Hill" (2013), "Basic Instructions for Love" (2013), "Basic Instructions for Death" (2014) and "Pieces” (2021) ... more
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