Country Pink

by Joel Siméus (esc)

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Features guest apperances by Krister Taurio, THMS, Plunge Attempt, Max Xiantu, Mike Rea and Gustaf Lissel Isaksson. Cover art by Viktor Almquist. Mastered by Moshe.

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released July 21, 2010

Milled Pavement Records

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Joel Siméus (esc) Sweden

DIY artist/producer from Sthlm Swdn.
Member of empty space collective.

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Track Name: A Kid With A Crayon (with Max Xiantu)
[CHORUS]
When I was a little boy playing in the yard
Had no clues about the blues, didn't know life was hard
It's all become clear to me as I'm sure it has to you
It's hard to keep this sunny view to see this home as fruit

When I was a little boy playing in the yard
Had no clues about the blues, didn't know life was hard
It's all become clear to me as I'm sure it has to you
It's hard to keep this sunny view to see this road as truth

[INTRO VERSE]
Turn it back and flood this eye
All your fault but don't ask why
A grown man suffers for the child's cry
A vile lie we're defiled by

I'll abide by the smile's drive
Tides roll on while I fold inside
A golden time owns this mind
A broken rhyme owns this shrine

[MAIN VERSE]
It's the definite hesitant breathless bent
To the deaf hear only confession's kept
Free from the ears of the impressioned wept
Dreamt of a child's theft, heft of the guile's tempt

Step away from the weapon's end
Defend the means by any means we can
Lend the solution, but don't stay friends
Men of many dreams can't find any cream

Leapt and the net never was there
Fear crept up and stole your stairs
Care became worries, poisoned this air
Cancer in every word, antidote on reserve

Bear the trouble and we make amends
Conscious means bring us conscious ends
Blend the pain with more struggle then
Cope with empty lungs, breathe in endless love

[END VERSE]
Count the time we broke our line
Choke the ghost we host inside
Close the doors to hope and kind
Cloak the tomes which answer right
Spoken poems yolk our sight
Soak our plight in token might
Stoke the flames awoken bright
Soap and water can't cleanse this fight

[OUTRO CHORUS]
Don't hope, don't run
No joke, this ain't done
We play our odds, count cards
And run it back again

Don't hope, don't run
No joke, this ain't done
We close our eyes, fall blind
And keep on wandering

Don't hope, don't run
No joke, this ain't done
We yes it all on time
And one day laugh again