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Dangerously Close
03:12
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Dangerously close to sockets
As I prod around my action figures
Flying around on modern rockets
Space used to be cool in TV boxes
Slippers and socks, running out of bed
Blankets and sheets wrapped around my neck
Stories of space all in my head
While you wished we’d move on instead
I know that’s what you want
But time is a story we make together
I’d hop back in our rocket
While all of our storms and clouds would weather
Library stacks and dollar bargains
Mixed tapes and pencils to wind them back in
Cafes and hallways we’d slip and sleep at
Talk of our favourites like Belle and Sebastian
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Spaces
03:47
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The space in between your eyes
I’d cross the bridge, your thoughts inside
No traces, no weird divide
I hurt my shins, but stay the ride
Voices that stay in line
You clutter things, like forest fires
Sleeping, all is fine
I’ll stay asleep till you confide
Sleeping in the backseat
A long way from home
My feet can’t reach the floor
And I couldn’t open the doors
Nothing beside the fact
That sharp things are kept intact
The window, across my seat
Just white lines, running repeat
Running repeat
Sleeping in the backseat
A long way from home
Wake in the driver's seat, a long way from home
My feet could reach the brakes, and i closed all the open doors
nothing beside the fact that sharp things still kept intact
awake and all is fine, I'll stay awake no need to rely
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Skies
03:18
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Skies, I see blue and that’s what I am inside
Clouds, floating heavily in imaginary lines
Space, somewhere beyond where no man should ever be
I don’t wanna stay afloat, I need an anchor
Always distraught
Distracted by retracted afterthoughts
Fear in places, I’ll never be
Crowded by, scary memories
Dreaming
Wishing
Finding
Losing it again
Tired
Lying back
Gazing
Floating up into the—
My education is a blur
Armchairs, vandalising slurs
Canteens where panic could stir
Caffeine and anxiety I concur
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Steering
04:01
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All the / ways to / break you
Take you / control you / remake you
Changing directions / saying expressions / showing your body
Handshakes and gestures / giving and stealing
Maybe i was wasting time
I drank the gin without the lime
An empty seat right next to mine
Words prepared without a clue
To whom to give or say to who
A different night would end the same
United / divided / decided
Reliant / dependent / uncertain
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Pieces
04:21
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The comfort of home, escapes him
Fleeting ideas of what could have been
Tantalising him with things out of reach
Dazzling the mind’s eye like gold on the ceiling
Should he dare go out the window
Gaze at the night sky
His head peering out
As his eyes look for the light
Maybe I’ve got nothing
Maybe you’ve got that something
Do these pieces another
Should I bother?
The distance of home, gives her fear
Feeling alone, despite being held so dear
Intangible eyes lie with things out of reach
Illusions of space and time like staring at the ceiling
Should she dare pull down the window?
Never to gaze at the night sky
If it reminds her
As her mind searches for him
Life is like a puzzle and you’re the clue
The only one I think of when I’m blue
All these memories and fragments of the past
Are only evident when I fit you last
So what if I’ve got nothing?
As long as you’ve got that something
These pieces fit no other
Someday we could be together
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Coasts
04:40
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I’m lost in a mist
Clever girl I strayed the coast too far
Sailing under stars that I don’t know
I look down and the water stills
The voice in the wind
A light that beckons I approach
I taste the salt from my eyes
As I see a hand extend to me
Don’t let me down
Won’t let you go
Don’t wanna drown
We’ll take it slow
Don’t let me down
Won’t let you go
Don’t wanna drown
I’ll hold you close
Constellations form
And all my hopes realign
But we decide to ride the wind
And journey the sea of stars forever
This little box is where I keep my sentiments
My letters and other messages
And all the little things
I keep our photos in a ring
After I took them and shook the colours in
All those little wide eyed photographs
Don’t do your smile any justice
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Sweet
03:29
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I have eyes
And i can see
All the things
That aren't for me
The sticks and the stones
That could break my bones
And all the words to hurt me
But you're sweet like honey
Give a run for my money
You're sweet like honey
Give a run for my money
You and i
Need to talk
About the things
That I did wrong
Don't need a chance
Or another go
Cause all I want
Is for you to know
But you're sweet like honey
Give a run for my money
You're sweet like honey
Give a run for my money
The day's so sunny
And the world's so lovely
Because you're sweet like honey
Could i be so lucky
You're sweet like honey
Give a run for my money
You're sweet like honey
Give a run for my money
I'm so sorry
That I went in a hurry
But you're sweet like honey
I was so lucky
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8. |
Lost Adventures
03:18
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Wandering 'round trails and ways with nothing else but you and me
Hiding out in parks and seats the skies looping in repeat
A hand or a lift or a ticket for a train to nowhere
A guide or a light or a sign to take me somewhere
We get in lost adventures
Take me somewhere
Camping out with firewood a starry sky above our heads
A weary road behind us and ahead of us a journey still
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Darling
04:14
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These days, our windows are open but never clear
In some ways, I hardly see you but I never fear
The fog is there when it’s cold or when it’s hot
My god, I wish I could see you through the spots
The hourglass just never runs out of sand
The sun and moon passing by making bands
Baby, I wanna hold your hand
I’d really like to see you through to the end
This fear of pain isn’t just pretend
If only I won’t break and bend
Darling, my eyes aren’t for anyone
And I stutter at the thought of it all
When I lay my eyes on you
I can’t not love you
Just a glimpse of your smile would be worth it
Inside, I wouldn’t regret it one bit
So I, would wait for as long as I could bear
To see, oh just so I—
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10. |
Secrets
03:05
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Careful little words
Crossing rivers in our dreams
Fishing for ideas in between the streams
Oh careful little words
Hiding in the seams
When I wear them you seem to take notice
People they don't care how they bring around your airs
Tall skinny little chairs while you stand around and stare
Nothing hidden nothing seen
What is it with the Keane
You look so full on the outside but the inside's a little lean
From far in the twilight I control this
And all this time I take notice
This fear I have of never knowing who you are
Is it me or are we that far apart
Secrets are the fabric of lies
The quiet little truth inside our eyes
Their rivers under oceans and seas
Rushing against the tide
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11. |
Island View
03:36
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Floating, along the coast I
See the light, the way it shines
It's hard to see it through
A fog is set in place
Only horizon sets the stage
Blue and black, dotted yellow bits
Are scattered round, a dream begets my
Distorted point of view
I want to see right through
To reach a hand outstretched to me
You and I (You and I)
Hardly ever see the
Sea, the morning breaks before we leave
Island view so close to me
I want you (I want you)
Hands on mine
Before we leave
Before the sky decides to leave no trace
Island view now stay with me
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Miles and Mot Manila, Philippines
Miles & Mot are a songwriting duo based in the Philippines separated by around 671miles of sea and land. Miles does her
parts in Metro Manila, Luzon while Mot does his in Cagayan de Oro, Mindanao. The two are connected with the help of technology and the chemistry of playing together for almost 8 years.
You can email us at milesandmot@gmail.com
Or tweet us @milesandmot or @milesmalf (miles)
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