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I'm Not an Islander

from Sluggerhand by a truth called nothing

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The islands will never be home to me
Even though there'll be a special place
For the Pupil Hill, the Old Street and the Tollhouse
But these islands will never be home to me

I am from a house by an old lake
And I'm searching for a place
Where no one knows my name
I come from a city by a lake
And I'm searching for a place
And I'm searching for a space

Looking for the spot, never discovered
Free from prejudice, comittments and strife
Where I can enjoy the particular and peculiar fire
The particular and peculiar fire raging inside
Inside of me

I come from a house by an old lake
And I'm searching for a place
Where I can lay my head
I grew up in a city by a lake
And I'm searching for a place
And I'm searching for a name

When I see, I feel like no one's alive
When I feel, I see that's mostly lies
Strongly feeling, this city will never rise
There's a city waiting for me
Full of fight and loving life
An unending saga, an amazing domain
With a comforting veneer of familiarity

Leave the city that spawned this corroded life
Forget the pettiness of these damned times
Take up refuge in a stream of signs
Find direction among all those different lines
Make your mind up, set your price
The endgame: ”Home is a state of mind”

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from Sluggerhand, released July 2, 2015

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a truth called nothing Stockholm, Sweden

The European atheist art-rock band, a truth called nothing, is made up of contrasts: they combine hi-i with lo-fi, death with joy. They have been active since the new millenium began, collaborating heavily with the european movement to legalize assisted suicide, as well as emerging at the forefront of the online phenomenon "Borgarkrossarna" ("The Bourgeois Breakers"). ... more

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