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The Slackline

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A folk song about walking the fine line between light and shade. Its acoustic beginning develops with both a string orchestra and an industrial/electronic rhythm section.

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Diving slowly without getting wet
Drowning in green sea and no regret
Dappled by moonlight, deeper I’m flying/dying
Sinking to depths, where my heart’s flying/dying
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If dreams are like photos, troubles are film
And memories are fading like a curtain, in the western setting sun
Are we fading away?
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Creepin a slackline shaking with fear
Shufflin’ sideways so nobody hears
Talking like a liar, listenin’ like a thief
My lungs are filled with air but I can no longer breathe
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If dreams are like photos, troubles are film
And Memories are floating in the night sky, waiting for a home,
Where will they land, if they land?

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Walking out backwards, hands in the air
Not foolin’ yourself, you know nobody cares
Retreating as a victor, smirkin’ like a crook
My eyes are now awake, but I can no longer look

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