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Intro
00:44
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As The Hours Vanish
01:08
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Feeling out balance, sip the wine if it’s aromatic, grip the mic while the hours vanish.
Times been taken, write night and day, things change all the while, hear fate talking.
Get scores settled and I can wait for it.
Time won’t forgive what you waste, you send mixed messages ‘cus you’re fake, I been creating styles no skipping days still.
Feeling out of balance, sip the wine if it’s aromatic, grip the mic while the hours vanish.
I don’t speak to please I am now candid.
We are not matched evenly I sear.
I stack pages of artistry in my lair, look.
I never knew how to market these, my pen snatched the life from each day that a heart could beat, pardon me.
Pardon me.
Living life trying to get right, Bogues live from the end times.
Living life trying to get right, Bogues live front he end times.
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Interlude
00:35
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End Times
01:40
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Bogues live from the end times, witnessed through dead eyes while the depths rise.
Still I’m tired, still I’m tired, can’t pause my desires, no time no time, at its mercy I hear her calling me like I’m worth the lie told to herself, joke with her like a true cynic, said she keeps loving me but I don’t yet know what to with it.
Been so stressed, low mood highly sexed, been belling up your sisters phone, lifted her spirits when she visits though.
Still conjuring with the pen in any given mode.
I pray it’s the last thing taken, visions I have had, I pray it’s the last thing.
Sands shift in the hourglass, never get a precious millisecond or an hour back.
Bogues live from the end times.
Recognise the bar that my team set when you next rhyme.
Tension in this heart as I breathe pressure and get by.
Bogues live from the end times.
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Interlude 2
00:37
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Abbey
02:38
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Me and my girl walk through the bones of an old abbey and I heard the centuries laugh at me.
Me and my girl walked through the bones of an old abbey and I heard the centuries laugh at me.
Most of my memories drift past me, if I don’t have them trapped in a sentence. I no longer beg for acceptance, in myself I invested look.
Silly copycat, don’t need my old styles offered back, you forge signatures and often brag but the needles move on that polygraph.
Bogues, welcome back, where you been?
Steady dancing to the beat of my own pulse, not an addict for applause, leading no cult. Can’t extract joy from a bottle, my feelings so dulled, after four or five. To fair-weather acquaintances, it was all goodbyes, during that metamorphosis I would talk in rhyme.
Pour the wine pre-performance, play the night, feel exhausted. All of this to me is a circus of weak proportions, I call it as I see, you’re all frauds lacking an aura.
I close my eyes, rain falling as me and my girl walk through the bones of an old abbey and I heard the centuries laugh at me.
Me and my girl walked through the bones of an old abbey and I heard the centuries laugh at me.
I heard the centuries laugh at me.
I heard the centuries laugh at me.
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Interlude 3
00:31
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Calm
02:43
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Been waiting on a sense of calm, been waiting on it getting dark, been waiting on you so long feeling stretched apart and when you say you’ll be right beside me you never are and yet I keep you close.
I’m dropping verses then I’m ghost, I’m losing heart when in a crowd, me and you both. Hearing alarms all around me, my vertigo moves the ground and it never helped that I got those bottles to go, no message in them.
I’m just wayward in the ocean, oh so pessimistic, you say we play with house money every step we’re given, I say my peace aloud for me there’s no pressure with it, it’s just that everything attached to it’s a bed of sickness.
And I’ve been waiting on a sense of calm, been waiting on it getting dark, been waiting on you so long feeling stretched apart and though you say you’ll be right beside me you never are.
Been waiting on a sense of calm, been waiting on it getting dark, been waiting on you so long feeling stretched apart and though you say you’ll be right beside me you never are and still I keep you close I’m dropping verses then I’m ghost, to family and friends was hanging up my phone.
I’m back from the undead, shouts to Lemz.
I’ve been spending way too many nights thinking of how this ends.
Led awake, often wasted it turned me to a malcontent.
Led awake, often wasted it numbed me out, quiet at your convenience just running round and you could not stand the sound of me breathing in your house and still I keep you close.
Been waiting on a sense of calm, been waiting on it getting dark, been waiting on you so long feeling stretched apart and when you say you’ll be right beside me you never are.
Been waiting on a sense of calm, been waiting on it getting dark, been waiting on you so long feeling stretched apart and when you say you’ll be right beside me you never are.
No you never are, no you never are.
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9. |
Outro
00:39
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Hours Vanish Bristol, UK
Making/releasing art out of Bristol with the hours left.
Scutal
@officialscutal
Bogues @bogues_jabu
Hours Vanish Vol.1 available for pre order now
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