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Stop The Waters
03:25
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Published on Aug 5, 2014
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All songs and lyrics composed by Painted Faces copyright 2014.
Video by Nik Pilecki
Equipment: Adobe After Effects and Premiere Pro
Song produced, mixed and mastered by Siegfried Meier @ Beach Road Studios in June 2014
The light had found a taste for the night
But it's still hungry for the tides
We live, We Die, We Fight by the war sides
That Hungry Ocean takes out lives
Stop the waters
Drop the anchor and go
There's no reason
Anger's out in the cold
The wind, it blows and throws us to the wall
The eye of the storm, like a rag doll
We swim, we tread, we drown to collapsing sound
The eye of the storm, the lost and found
All the damage is done we gave up on our rights parade
All the damage is done we gave up on ourselves.
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One In A Million
04:05
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Look to the left
There’s a fire in her eyes
And it burns like a house
On a hill
Don’t break your heart just break your spine
Tipped on our toes
On the edge of window sills
To the scent, and the sound
Of her voice
Don’t break your heart just break your spine
You’re one in a million
You’re one in a crowd
And I will keep searching for the answers in the clouds
You’re one in a million
You’re one in a pair
And I will keep grasping for the pockets filled with air
Can you feel me?
I said it, I meant it.
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Anymore
04:06
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I don’t know, But I’ve been told
That everything
That turns to gold rusts
Broken Bones
Will cut me down
Count my rings
Till they dust
Everybody knows that I’ve been playing (games)
Aftershock is all that they’ll be feeling (shame)
I don’t think I’ll do this anymore
I stand Atop, A shallow grave
With see through hands
I see my etched name
Holy Shit, The holy ghost
Reach out for me
As he spoke
The greatest of our days (are over)
And I just feel the same
The greatest of out times (are ending)
And I don’t think I’ll do this anymore
Wake me up, from hours flat
Towards the light
But I’m pulled back
They’ll call it a miracle
I’ll slice a bath and sit still
There’s an old man, In the city where I sleep
And he will tell his tales
There’s an old woman, in the forest where I played
And she will cleanse her soul
I’m an old man, in an unfamiliar place
And I will reap my woes
I’m an old man
And I’m getting scared
That I know I can’t take this anymore
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Painted Faces London, Ontario
Painted Faces is a four piece indie punk band hailing from London, ON. The band features Nik Pilecki on vocals and guitar, Andrew Matejic on guitar, Kyle Wakeman on Bass and Trevor Rowe on drums.
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