Angels of the Light Division

by Oldboy

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released 04 December 2010

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Track Name: Oldboy - Fahrenheit Of Soul
Fahrenheit of Soul

The Fahrenheit of soul is pleasantly glowing
from smiles that gleam for miles & miles & miles.
The angels of the light division play with trombone hope.
This gathering is everything, its heart beats with you.

This gathering is everything.
The Fahrenheit of soul, it pleasantly glows.

The friends we make are music when all around are sound.
Our blanket of security is the love that surrounds.
All freedoms creatures join the midnight rendezvous.
This gathering is everything, its heart beats with you.

This gathering is everything.
The Fahrenheit of soul, it pleasantly glows.
Track Name: Oldboy - Hole
Hole

I’m making a hole to fall into.
I’m making a hole.
The mind you controlled is broken in two.
I’m making a hole.

I’m falling, I’m raging,
as cold sunlight loosely fades.
The ghost of reason
has long since disappeared,
underground,
into clouds of cheap hashish.

I’m making a hole to fall into.
I’m making a hole.
The mind you controlled is broken in two.
I’m making a hole.

There’s a place I can go to,
to rest my head.
I can do anything,
I can go anywhere.
I can really move you.
Come up to my place.

I can hardly move.
I can barely speak,
as I feel your love wash over me.
You really move me.
Come up to my place.

I’m ready.
I’m ready.
Track Name: Oldboy - Can You Feel?
Can You Feel?

Can you feel our secret mind?
Can you hear our thoughts combined?
I see your face, I know, I will love again.
Dark voices of the night scream softly & then disappear.

Can you feel from a far?
Do you really know who you are?
The midnight carousel swims circles with your memories.
Come, ride with me tonight. Hold me. We will radiate.

Can you feel where we are?
Can you feel where we are?
Track Name: Oldboy - Like Ball and Chain
You’re swimming in holy water.
You’re drowning in flames.
This darkness is sun-scream-shining,
& crawls in pain,
Like ball & chain.

This hollow raiki farmyard
eats voluntary brains.
Your quality controlled movements
are torture explained,
Like ball & chain.

Continual false reunions
drive me insane.
Soul-surrendered hanging solo,
tied with vocal restraints.
Like ball & chain.