1. |
Souvenir
02:49
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Someone put a rock through this mirrored ceiling
Someone make a bed of the shards
Lay me down one more time
Someone take a paintbrush to the amber skin
In my eyes
She could never be restored
Only touched up.
She opens up her children's eyes and she asks me again:
How would you like to be paid?
(Love is in a backstreet sewer with a tangled face)
Your eyes, two dancers on twisting floors, like
A cheap souvenir that I bought,
On a medicinal line,
And then betrothed to be mine
Sins, awash with the fall,
My fingers could not find their way to the door
She opens up her children's eyes and she asks me again:
How would you like to be paid?
(Love is in a backstreet sewer with a tangled face)
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2. |
Sandchild
03:22
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Seeing as
Tired won't rise,
to be anything more
Blurred lines
Echoing eyes,
Vacant answers the call
Lifeboats growing old,
Staple-fixed to the shore
How about a story?
That's the wrong way to die
That's the wrong way to die
Lucky you,
Sandchild,
Growing old
Staple-fixed to the shore
If your life flashed by
You'd watch just for the gore
Feeding on, you're feeding on
Feeding on the waste.
I know it never rains,
But be that as it may,
That's the wrong way to die
Floating in the calm,
Pulling on my arm
Unbeknown to all these wondering eyes
Keep the water warm,
You're still before you're born
Unbeknown to all these wondering eyes.
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3. |
19
02:23
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Said the Martyr to the mob:
“It's not a feud to resolve on a poor man's mind”
They were bred, inbred, inside the walls,
No natural light there falls,
Where they go...
Drawn back,
A line of wisdom
It takes two to make a fool, one to lie and one to listen
Hold my vote from the bidders
The vacant eyes of a vision
We've had 19 from the same school,
19 from the same school
I'm tired of waiting,
I've not got the patience
So I sold my vote to the highest bidder
The blatant lies of a vision
We've had 19 from the same school,
19 from the same school
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4. |
Creatures
03:07
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People, don't adjust your pedestal height
Glaring down, glaring down
Three floors from the top and killing to rise
Glaring down, glaring down
People, don't adjust your stereotypes,
They're the grounds you built your country on,
“No black in the flag” - no light in their eyes,
Glaring down, glaring down
Love and life and all its creatures
There's love and life and all these creatures
People don't avert your merry-go-eyes
Simon said it so it must be right
Strings drawn, drawn back.
Make the boy look good.
We'll see about that,
We all cry wolf then we shovel it back
So we'll see about that
There's love and life and all its creatures
In love and life there's all these creatures
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5. |
Coast To Coast
03:46
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On my own and out of sight,
I leave the fighting to the young and reckless,
My head it floats through the fists and falls
Back to when we strolled,
You held my arm, you wore my coat,
My coat of arms was gleaming,
Never to be bolder
On we rolled,
Decked out in green
and good to go,
In my head I'm still there
Never to be older
Don't mind me dear,
I'm tired and I want to go home
Lone I float,
As toe to toe and cheek to cheek,
We lost ourselves that evening
The bitter cold never felt so warm
Now I sail the white old isles
And coast to coast,
We'll meet again my sweethearts,
I don't know where but I do know when
Don't mind me dear,
I'm tired and I want to go home
[All I know, all I know, you never know]
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6. |
Collisions
04:02
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I have stood by and watched you
Climb into this hole,
And now we're here,
What's the use of a conscience to anyone?
I have done, I have done
More than could be asked
Then done more
And in the morning perhaps you'll hear the penny drop
Knowing I'm rich where you're poor
And if you don't feel like moving on
You'd best get used to it
I'm young and innocent, naïve,
You'll believe what you choose to believe
You can't argue with idiots or reason with thieves.
You're not innocent,
You're not all,
That you claim, when the night started falling,
You seemed to forget that we've been here before,
You lost your bottle
And I took the fall
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7. |
Karaoke
02:36
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Imitation has taken the floor
It's not a talent, it's nothing at all
Karaoke
It's not that good.
Stoop I could,
But I'm hardly inclined
It does no good,
No ally of mine.
Hung out to dry in front of a baying crowd,
He said "I'm doing this for the folks back home",
Who told me:
“Son, you've got it. I don't know what it is, but you've got it.”
Water, water, everywhere
Not a drop to drink but much to spare.
Stoop I could
But I'm hardly inclined
It does no good,
No ally of mine
Bring the innocent forward
And the militants too
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8. |
High Commissioner
02:52
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Everybody wants to own you
So fear the life you run
Round and round my aching head
Where web and wheels are spun.
I really don't like you
I really don't like you
I really don't like you
Never before has the world seemed so very cruel
To a gifted girl, it hurts to see it stop revolving round you
And you're miles away, miles away, miles away from home
How will you cope alone?
Two weeks with nothing left to spend
The world will surely end
Head grinding like a chainsaw
On the drugs your Daddy paid for,
Drugs that Daddy paid for.
I could stop and buy you flowers
I could stop and buy you flowers
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9. |
Irregular Reader
02:31
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See thee,
See thee,
Poster boy, squeaky clean
Glossy magazine,
front of screen
Phoney won't return my calls,
You ought to know that I'm worth my weight in gold
My weight in
See me,
See me,
Poser boy, lying emptied by a magazine
Out on the street
Only when I bare your soul
Oh John, you'll finally know
I'm worth my weight in gold,
My weight in
An Irregular, an irregular,
An irregular reader
Only when I bare your soul
I need to have you whole
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10. |
Tall Grass
08:01
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Tall grass, torn clothes and b-roads
Stories to make you wish
For old tales,
Read to you in uniform
Soft light
Of windows and gameshows
A chance to escape the polls
And win your 'cruise for two around the world'
Strange place
To feel the effects of,
Floods that have broken banks
And left scars
Thirty years away or more
Lined up in neat rows
Fairytales and all the rest, need not be told
No-one has the need to know
Tall grass, torn clothes and b-roads
Fairytales and all the rest
Ought not be told,
Ought not be shoved down my throat like a medicine
Pain, a culture's obsession with fame, shame
A culture's obsession with all these things, all these things
I despise.
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