1. |
I Will Make Some Noise
04:54
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Beneath her coat, stories
Stuck in her throat.
Hear the beckoning call.
My call.
She bites her tongue. Stories
Are left unsung.
Lift the pen to the wall.
My call.
I will make some noise,
Drown out what destroys.
I will make some noise.
I will make some noise,
Drown out what destroys.
I will make some noise.
Don't swallow them, stories
Some might condemn...
Hear the beckoning call.
My call.
My call.
I will make some noise,
Drown out what destroys.
I will make some noise.
I will make some noise
Drown out what destroys.
I will make some noise.
(Instrumental break)
I will make some noise,
Drown out what destroys.
I will make some noise.
I will make some noise,
Drown out what destroys.
I will make some noise.
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2. |
Something Like
02:58
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I feel something like,
Something like voices calling.
No name to place the blame,
Suddenly struck and sprawling.
I'll punctuate every that I know is mine.
I'm the pages I've read.
I'm the phrases I've said.
I am the words inside my head.
I feel something like,
Something like power growing.
With every syllable,
Open the floodgates, flowing.
Articulate every thought I can define.
I'm the pages I've read.
I'm the phrases I've said.
I am the words inside my head.
Torn between the fiction and what's true.
Torn between the fiction and what's true.
Torn between the fiction and what's true,
seeking a voice...
I'm the pages I've read.
I'm the phrases I've said.
I am...
I am...
I am...
The words inside my head.
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3. |
Button-Down Shirt
02:50
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Woven in thread
Push it through
To the edge
Jumping off
My jaded ledge
Press out a shred
Smooth the lines
In the fold
When I'm with you
I am bold
Pull overhead
With my heart
On my sleeve
One more touch
Before I leave
All scarlet red
Cover me
In the cold
Give me feelings
Uncontrolled
In this button-down shirt
I am home.
I am home.
In his button-down shirt - ha!
Whispers you said
Fasten me
Up inside
Think I'll join you
For a ride
In your unmade bed
'Til I'm drenched
In your scent
Now I know what
Poets meant
Pull overhead
With my heart
On my sleeve
One more touch
Before I leave
All scarlet red
Cover me
In the cold
Give me feelings
Uncontrolled
In this button-down shirt
I am home. I am home.
In his button-down shirt!
Terrified to fall
You break down my wall
Terrified to fall
You break down my wall
In this button-down shirt
I am home. I am home.
In this button-down shirt
I am home. I am home.
In this button-down shirt
I am home. I am home.
In this button-down shirt
I am home. I am home.
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4. |
Grown Man
04:19
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How dare you put me down?
Did you want honor and renown?
You should know that I'm unbound
'Cause I have found my sound.
Shaking hands, face so red.
No, I won't forget
The words that you said.
So drink your wine,
And break your bread,
While a voice inside
Says you're hanging by a thread.
Grown man, undone,
You're not the chosen son.
You are the broken one.
Grown man, undone,
You're not the chosen son.
You are the broken one.
Each step I take, I strive
To find where I will thrive.
Head first, I will deep dive
Into the burning place
Where we divide.
Shaking hands,
Face so red.
No, I won't forget
The words that you said.
So drink your wine,
And break your bread,
While a voice inside
Says you're hanging by a thread.
Grown man, undone,
You're not the chosen son.
You are the broken one.
Grown man, undone,
You're not the chosen son
You are the broken one...
ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Grown man, undone,
You're not the chosen son.
You are the broken one.
Grown man, undone,
You're not the chosen son.
You are the broken one.
ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
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5. |
Oksana
03:13
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Am I whole?
Standing in a crowded bar...
Interactions only go so far
In the pages of your memoir.
Am I whole
Or am I a divided soul?
Always there to fill a role.
Scattered feelings
Rise in ceilings
Where you gave and stole.
Am I whole?
I'm running on empty.
Feels like you've thrown me overboard.
And you took plenty,
Made promises that you ignored.
Am I whole?
Walking secret paths we knew.
That hidden littered avenue...
Found a clearing, lost my earing
When I kissed you.
Am I whole?
I'm running on empty,
Feels like you've thrown me overboard.
And you took plenty,
Made promises that you ignored.
Fission splitting every word
In messages I sent.
Break apart the meaning
at the core of my intent.
Fission splitting silence
As I wait for a reply.
Turn the volume up
And I will sing you a goodbye.
Fission splitting every word
In messages I sent.
Break apart the meaning
at the core of my intent.
Fission splitting silence
As I wait for a reply.
Turn the volume up
And I will sing you a goodbye.
I'm running on empty,
Feels like you've thrown me overboard.
And you took plenty...
Made promises that you ignored.
Fission splitting every word
In messages I sent.
Break apart the meaning
at the core of my intent.
Fission splitting silence
As I wait for a reply.
Turn the volume up
And I will sing you a goodbye.
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Margot & the Midnight Tenants Brooklyn, New York
Margot & The Midnight Tenants is an alternative pop-rock band based in Brooklyn, NY. Their sound is characterized by a blend of singer-songwriter storytelling and hard-hitting energy. With Daniel Bloch on drums, Omer Berger on rhythm guitar, Noga Davidson on bass, Micha Gilad on keys, and Idan Morim on lead guitar, the band is built upon a foundation of mutual admiration. ... more
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