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I remember the pouring rain on the streets where no-one lived,
Do you ever feel the same?
Your body lays half naked on the streets from Jerusalem,
Do you ever feel ashamed?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
From your dreams nothing remains,
Except the ashes of hope,
The one you lived for.
On the walls your name remains,
The one that meant hope,
The one you died for.
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Are we doomed?
Are we doomed?
Ask the dust, if we are doomed
Ask the dust, if we are doomed
I remember the pouring rain on the streets where no-one lived,
Do you ever feel the same?
Your body lays half naked on the streets from Jerusalem,
Do you ever feel ashamed?
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A-Song (Live in Chelsea)
06:05
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Dear Virgin Mary,
I know your name is pure,
But your heart is more than heavy.
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song,
That angels sings when they’re happy.
I have learned this song many lifetimes ago,
From the words of a stranger,
He made me promise to sing it along to anyone who needed it.
I will not even love you better,
More than anyone,
I’m not even going to try,
To hold you so close.
Traces of you in the storm of my bed,
But no traces of love,
Traces of war on every inch of our skin,
For which we will no longer fight for.
Promises are lies when they are made at night,
When the angels are sleeping,
Mornings are vain when they rhyme with goodbyes,
When our hearts are more than sober.
I will not even love you better,
More than anyone,
I’m not even going to try,
To hold you so close.
Dear Virgin Mary,
I know your name is pure,
But your heart is more than heavy.
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song,
That angels sings when they’re happy.
I have learned this song many lifetimes ago,
From the words of a stranger,
He made me promise to sing it along to anyone who needed it.
I will not even love you better,
More than anyone,
I’m not even going to try,
To hold you so close.
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Kings (Live in Chelsea)
03:42
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I’ve seen Kings, falling from towers
I’ve seen Dreams hanging from a wire
‘Cause the King was afraid to cry,
‘Cause the King was afraid to die,
I’ve seen tears in the eyes of a mother,
I don’t know if it was from laughter,
‘Cause the King was afraid to cry,
‘Cause the King was afraid to die,
I’ve seen Kings hiding in tower,
And I’ve seen Dreams hanging from a wire
‘Cause the King was afraid to cry,
‘Cause the Kings were afraid to die.
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Diego Philips Brussels, Belgium
Diego Philips is a singer/songwriter and guitarist from Belgium whose songs resonate within the heart and the
soul.
His songs are filled with feelings and emotions. In his own words, “music is a refuge, a space to bring people together as a community anyone can identify with”.
Love, sadness, spirituality, cultures and differences, these are the themes the songwriter tackles in his lyrics.
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