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We March
02:22
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Come one come all
Bring your warts and all
Take these lands town by town
I see tall buildings crashing down
Tonight’s the night
There’s nowhere for you to hide
Your sorry little ways
Now you're counting numbered days
You won’t believe these terrible deeds
You won’t believe what we've got planned
This time we march
All’s fair in war
Isn’t that what you've came for
You didn’t see this coming
Did you hear these knives being sharpened?
Come one come all
Bring your warts and all
Take these lands town by town
I see tall buildings crashing down
Come one come all
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2. |
Wake
03:35
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A funeral march comes back from the church
We all pity the family
Thanking god its not one of our own
That’s not a black wreath hanging in front of my home
A funeral wreath looks so gaudy and cheap
Thrown on a mound of dirt
Flowers spell the name of beloved deceased
This cheap flowers, is this all that life’s worth?
We will wake the sleeping while we wake the dead
We will drink til we feel no more
We will wake the sleeping while we wake the dead
We will wake up on the floor
We will drink so we laugh we will drink to cry
We will drink to kiss your face goodbye
We will wake the sleeping while we wake the dead
We will drink til we feel no more
The carnival comes hear the calliope
Children getting exited
Through the mirror, see how they run
Something wicked this way comes
We will wake the sleeping while we wake the dead
We will drink til we feel no more
We will wake the sleeping while we wake the dead
We will wake with an ache running through our head
We will drink so we laugh we will drink to cry
We will drink to kiss your face goodbye
We will wake the sleeping while we wake the dead
We will drink til we feel no more
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3. |
Beyond the Pale
03:37
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Sing, sing for me
Sing a song that makes me happy.
For all the years of doubts and fears,
Wipe them all away.
Bone and ragged man,
A luthier with crippled hands.
His workshop's all sawdust and curls,
Sweep them all away.
Fly away, beyond the Pale.
This open wound still bleeding.
I remain, to march away,
And soldier on alone.
Lie to my face,
Wear that smile to hide your distaste.
For all we've done, how far we've come.
Wipe it all away.
Take all of these things,
Take this guitar and cut the strings.
It sounds so dead, like fucking lead,
Cut them anyway.
Fly away, beyond the Pale.
This open wound still bleeding.
I remain, to march away,
And soldier on...
Fly away, beyond the Pale.
This open wound still bleeding.
I remain, to march away,
And soldier on alone.
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4. |
Darken This Doorway
03:55
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You've taken your time now you're taking the piss
As you stand in that doorway and look at me like this.
There was a time when I know you would care
You lost the run and then you were never here.
Don't ever darken this doorway again,
Pile sin upon sin.
Don't ever darken this doorway again,
Remember your kin.
Don't ever darken this doorway again,
We're bound not to win.
Somebody think of the children.
You've heard the voices and I've seen the fits
You pushed the button and tore us all to bits.
Swept under carpets and papered with lies,
"He was a good man" but cut like a knife.
Don't ever darken this doorway again,
Pile sin upon sin.
Don't ever darken this doorway again,
And murder your kin.
Don't ever darken this doorway again,
So this is the end.
Don't you know he was a good man.
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5. |
Pins and Needles
02:44
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I feel the tingling
My face my hands my feet
Pins and Needles all over me.
I didn’t see it coming
Hit so suddenly
Pins and Needles all over me.
Tie my head down, tie my hands
Make by bed know, I can’t stand
Tie my head down, tie my..
Handle me with care tonight before you do more damage to me.
I didn’t see it coming
But it is what I need
Pins and Needles all over me.
But now I feel so haunted
And now I feel so free
Pins and Needles all over me.
Tie my head down, tie my hands
Make by bed know, I cant stand
Tie my head down, tie my..
Handle me with care tonight before you do more damage
Tell me what i want to hear before you break a promise to me.
Before you make a promise to me.
Before you break a promise to me.
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6. |
Fight or Flight
02:27
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There’s a knot in the pit of my belly,
Just like I watched a scary movie on the telly.
The tension dreaming of a fall,
Or forcing thread through a pin hole.
There’s a sound that I hear when I awaken,
It’s so familiar to my ears it leaves me shaken.
I hear a creaking in the hall,
Is that an eye pressed to a keyhole?
Bells are chiming hear the chainsaw priming.
You say goodbye because you know I’m out of time and,
Wake up screaming in the night.
Is it just a fright, should I fight or flight?
Yes these walls, they’re my bones, they’re my skin.
That’s why I will not permit anybody in.
You bear your teeth beneath a grin,
Then bury teeth beneath my skin.
Bells are chiming hear the chainsaw priming.
You say goodbye because you know I’m out of time, and
Wake up screaming in the night.
Is it just a fright, should I fight or flight?
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7. |
Help Me Find My Way Back
02:34
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Help me find my way back
I feel so lost, I feel so useless.
Well I know it takes time and will to fight
But I’m just toothless.
Where is the pride?
Where is the place?
All of the things we’ve lost.
Help me find my way back home.
Help me fight back the tears
Claw back the days, reclaim the lost years,
When we shouldered the load, picked ourselves up,
Left all the we know.
Where is the home?
Where is the hearth?
All of the things we’ve lost.
Help me find my way back home.
Where is the kith?
Where is my kin?
All of the things we’ve lost.
Help me find my way back home.
Help me find my way back.
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8. |
Destitute and Dying
03:29
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Sisters a dying breed
From a dying brood.
Lord, what have you done?
Has it done any good?
Last time you spoke you said you’d try.
The rotten stench of lies.
We find ourselves here again
No closer to the end.
Sisters, have mercy
I love you.
You needed time to clear your head
What was it that you said?
"I used to play there in the garden,
Play there on my own,
The watchful eye of mother,
But now that girl is gone".
This is the house for the destitute.
This is the house for the dying.
This is the house where I spent my youth.
This used to be a home.
This is the house for the destitute.
This is the house for the dying.
This is the house where I spent my youth.
This used to be a home.
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9. |
Laid to Rest
02:40
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The air burns my throat,
The water does not cool.
This fever surely grows,
It will be soon.
See here I fall to sleep,
My eyelids so heavy.
I will lay my head, my head to rest.
The air burns my throat,
The water does not cool.
All feeling slowly goes,
I must leave soon.
See here I fall to sleep,
My arms and limbs so heavy.
I will lay my head, my head to rest.
See here I fall to sleep,
As deaths cold hands embrace me.
I will lay my head, my head to rest, to rest.
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10. |
Bones
04:32
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It takes a day to turn your life around.
All that you know and hope and want.
When somebody says you should get that checked out,
You pack your bag this road is long.
You’ve sucked the life from my bones.
You’ve sucked the life from my bones.
Give generously, a donation, I need.
You’ve sucked the life from my bones.
You lose your mind you pull your hair out.
Do four closing walls offer you hope?
It never rained now it’s really pouring down.
I ask myself how do you cope?
You’ve sucked the life from my bones.
You’ve sucked the life from my bones.
Give generously, a donation, I need.
You’ve sucked the life from my bones.
You’ve sucked the life from my bones.
You’ve sucked the life from my bones.
Get down on your knees, your prayers, I need.
You’ve sucked the life from my bones.
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11. |
The Dumb Angel
02:59
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Those fingers that are closed around your throat
They look just like your own.
Those fingers that are closed around your throat
Don’t look like letting go.
A beauty so fragile,
A silence that screams,
Good god only knows
What Dumb Angels dream.
Does a grim and bony hand sound so sweet?
Do you throw yourself at his feet?
I’ve watched you grow I’ve seen a child at play,
I’ve seen your whole life slip away.
A beauty so fragile,
A silence that screams,
Good god only knows
What Dumb Angels dream.
Those fingers that are closed around your throat
Don’t look like letting go.
Those fingers that are closed around your throat
They look just like your own.
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We March
"A geniune work of art. 7/10", Hot Press Magazine
"Top 10 Bands to Watch in 2018", Irish
Daily Star
Listening to We March is a truly unique musical experience. Adrenaline fuelled battle cries and rabble rousers sit side by side with heart rending ballads of loss and life. A gothic blend of cabaret, jazz, blues, Italian opera, and Arabic folk, We March will leave their mark.
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