About "Riot On An Empty Street" album:
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"Riot On An Empty Street" by Kings Of Convenience, which consists of 10 songs.
Through the alleyways
To cool off in the shadows,
Then into the street
Following the water.
There's a bearded man
Paddling in his canoe,
Looks as if he has
Come all the way from the Cayman Islands.
These canals, it seems,
Gold In The Air Of Summer
Without giving anything away,
I can say it's by the sea.
It's a house that used to be the home of a friend of mine.
Without giving anything away,
You'll find ships inside of bottles,
And the garden's overgrown,
The house is white but the paint is coming of.
I didn't know if you wanted to,
When I came to pick you up.
I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy,
But I can't stop listening to the sound
Of two soft voices
Blended in perfection
From the reels of this record that I've found.
Every day there's a boy in the mirror asking me...
What are you doing here?
Finding all my previous motives
Growing increasingly unclear.
I'd Rather Dance With You
I'd rather dance with you
Than talk with you,
So why don't we just move into the other room.
There's space for us to shake,
And 'hey, I like this tune'.
Even if I could hear what you said,
I doubt my reply would be interesting
For you to hear.
Because I haven't read a single book all year,
Summerchild that sits by the water,
Weaving sunlight threads in his hands.
The golden river that day a shelter,
A stream where he could make pebbles dance.
You looked around you,
Nobody had taken,
Any notice of what you saw...
Against the evening sky a formation,
A million black birds looking like one.
Love Is No Big Truth
All I do is sleep all day,
And think of you.
A memory of the cushion life
I'm clinging to.
The image of a mutual one, our haven.
The sombre chords of our song,
Love is no big truth,
Driven by our genes,
If you wanna be my friend
You want us to get along
Please do not expect me to
Wrap it up and keep it there
The observation I am doing could
Easily be understood
As cynical demeanour
But one of us misread...
And what do you know
It happened again
Sorry Or Please
Five weeks in a prison,
I made no friends.
There's more time to be done, but
I've got a week to spend.
I didn't pay much attention first time around,
But now you're hard not to notice,
Right here in my town.
Where the stage of my old life
Meets the cast of the new.
Tonights actors... me and you.
Stay Out Of Trouble
I walked around for hours,
Two ten pence pieces in my hand.
I was alone and freezing,
Still trying hard to understand you.
I left the others knowing
I had to work this by myself.
When past sometimes takes you with soft hands,
Forcelessly pulls you to your chair.
Hides you away from these half days,
Sunless at the end of the year.
The air is like a knife cutting through you.
A room in the house is always warm.
Stretched out on the bathroomfloor, thinking,
Of fair days your future may hold.
Love comes like surprise ice on the water,
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