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two hundred miles from your motion
I'm tracing the shape that you left
I made a map of the ocean
the circle we'd drawn with ourself
but how could I sleep at such distance
all of my dreams are on fire
I scribble out the equations
into the small hours
there’s a disease on my street now
there is a war in my head
a gap in the sky
for the rain or the light
to get through
and a fire in my bed
I am a coat that the rain wears
I am a pocket of holes
all my dull moments of never
were measured out in full
I’ll lose my war & my empire
I'll keep a sense of humour
we’ll be the star-crossed survivors
in love at the end of the world
there’s a disease on my street now
there is a war in my head
a gap in the sky
for the rain or the light
to get through
and a fire in my bed
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Jane Today
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Ben Osborn Berlin, Germany
“studies” EP out 20th of May
Ben Osborn recommends:
Thorns, Brambles, white water and Black Oak
by Rowan Coupland
an old EP of rowan's but still my favourite. a brilliantly energetic acoustic musician, who also played harp on several of my songs, this recording ably showcases his skills as arranger & lyricist.
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Alex Stolze, my friend and mentor - an album full of beautiful surprises.
go to albumIf you like Ben Osborn, you may also like:
The Rucksack Song (Bundle)
by Alex Stolze
supported by 4 fans who also own “The Fire”
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supported by 4 fans who also own “The Fire”
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Keeley Forsyth, on The Leaf Label, writes spectral, pulsing songs that swaddle her mournful alto in mist-like synths.
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Thin Lear's sophisticated rock music is tempered with soaring chamber pop accents and an undeniable gift for melody.
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