Horrorshow - Listen Close (audio)

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@reecefay1882 8 жыл бұрын

Horrorshow laying the pathway for future generations... Words of wisdom... Words of truth.. Such humble individuals with such talent... This tune never gets old

@tommy2059 2 жыл бұрын

2022 and this track still dope af

@jcdb710 2 жыл бұрын

still bumping horrowshow almost 10 years later. Canada

@alexhunt990 9 жыл бұрын

So sick. Listening to this in the kitchen with all the other chefs, love it

@brendandavies1496 8 жыл бұрын

Been listening to this for two years now and still is excellent!

@reecefay1882 9 жыл бұрын

Horrorshow just blow the mind... This track so so deep

@TheFineolase 10 жыл бұрын

Bumping this in Ireland!

@eamonnc96 8 жыл бұрын

whats the craic

@areyouarobot841 5 жыл бұрын

eamonnc96 not much mate, just kicking back over in Scotland

@undeniableparadox7458 10 жыл бұрын

Love the vocals, love the beat.

@barclaygriffiths5417 10 жыл бұрын

i was at the BnE circus under the stars at river stage, it was awesome.

@Danielle-kf2fd 6 жыл бұрын

Beautiful. You’re a true poet.

@dool1002 3 жыл бұрын

Timeless masterpiece

@justayoutuba5380 5 жыл бұрын

2019 an its all gone!

@crazyjoeduvolla7446 7 жыл бұрын

Been bumping this track since the drop. Still gives me goosebumps! "read my palm and see the evil of my forefathers"...wow!! Horrorshow.. just, wow.

@weeg91 10 жыл бұрын

Organs at 2:40 and throughout in this track are epic

@huntershoot101 2 ай бұрын

Masterpiece.

@SameBasicRiff 10 жыл бұрын

still blowing my mind! these new tracks are fucking brilliant

@nathanparsons5276 4 жыл бұрын

Man how underrated is this album

@joelj9738 6 жыл бұрын

love this song 🤘👌

@vanilla7349 6 жыл бұрын

"Read my palm and see the evil of my forefathers" "I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening," "It's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep" "Read my palm and see the evil of my forefathers" "I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening," "It's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep" "Read my palm and see the evil of my forefathers" "I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening," "It's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep" [Verse 1] Can you feel the change in the air? I never could, took a second look now I see it everywhere Today moving so fast, becomes yesteryear And if you can't keep up, well then you disappear I see the lonely old buildings round my way Slowly fall into a state of disrepair Then the real estate buy it up, sell it off, knock it down Then it's gone like it was never there, does anybody care? Wood, brickwork and steel laid bare Like the city's broken bones exposed to the open air And there I am, the heir apparent Surveying the damage as my neighbourhood vanishes Without a trace - an unsolved mystery Whole decades erased instantly No room for sympathy in the pursuit of efficiency The legacy of a colonial dynasty In a city still growing out it's infancy Built on invasion, displacement and misery Foundations laid by blood, sweat and industry Of convicts inspired by aspirations of liberty Before that history goes to the grave I listen close to the whispers of the ghosts of yesterday From beneath the coats of paint they speak Empty shop-fronts the faded evidence of a generation's dreams [Chorus] And on a still night, if you listen close You can still hear the whispers of the ghosts Seek it out and you'll find that it's all around you The sound of that which was handed down And on a still night, if you listen close You can still hear the whispers of the ghosts Know where we've been to grasp where we're headed Looking at the past from the present And on a still night, if you listen close You can still hear the whispers of the ghosts "I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening," "Read my palm and see the evil of my forefathers" [Verse 2] Now the signs in the street say for lease and for sale An invitation to dream, a reminder of those who failed A long way from land grants, rations and dirt trails Disillusionment's still in fashion in New South Wales Rusted iron, rubble and chipped paint Signs of urban decay in a withered landscape I see it everyday, the heritage fades Gentrification, nothing's gonna get in the way Of this concept that we call progress Locked in a contest with our superiority complex Monuments to man's dominance are the imagery Scaffolding sketches out the blueprints of visionaries In a city still growing out it's infancy Built on invasion, displacement and bigotry Foundations laid by cold-blooded killing sprees Severed heads sent back on ships for the king to see Before that history goes to the grave I listen close to the whispers of the ghosts of yesterday From beneath the coats of paint they speak Empty shop-fronts the faded evidence of a generation's dreams I stay playing these beats on the same train platform That Lawson waited on watching faces in the street Except that somehow the scene appears differently Soaked under the cold pale glow of electricity So, before that history goes to the grave I listen close to the whispers of the ghosts of yesterday From beneath the coats of paint they speak Empty shop-fronts the faded evidence of a generation's dreams But I know this city, I've felt its heart beat Watched the life breathe through the cracks in the concrete Where it stops is beyond me [Chorus] And on a still night, if you listen close You can still hear the whispers of the ghosts Seek it out and you'll find that it's all around you The sound of that which was handed down And on a still night, if you listen close You can still hear the whispers of the ghosts Know where we've been to grasp where we're headed Looking at the past from the present