1. |
Crazy Life
02:52
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My petulance outstayed its welcome
Like mopped floors in a draughty home
It's the dog, I am the bone
Cuts deep like a bagpipe drone
My options laid out on the floor
Blown into the fire by the draught from the door
The cat-flap plays drums for the wind
It sounds like the start of the end
Crazy life flashes through your eyes
Twisting as it swiftly flies
One last dance before it dies
Crazy life, crazy eyes
There's a funny rabbit hole I've found
It goes backwards in time and leads to the cloud
Pulls and twists the arm of time
Forces it to rewind
Crazy life flashes through your eyes
Twisting as it swiftly flies
One last dance before it dies
Crazy life crazy eyes
Crazy life flashes through your eyes
Twisting as it swiftly flies
One last dance before it dies
Crazy life crazy eyes
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2. |
Blackfly
03:15
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Hill top hats blister
Moving mounds maw
Tender new leaves
Twigs interweave,
Bird wings quiver
Breeze mingled trees
Slithering green leaves
Stretch and sigh
Stretch and sigh
Plans blown
She was better on her own
Mind blown
Better on her own
Blossom
Blooming naughty thoughts
She was
The blackfly on
Blackfly on
Blackfly on
Blackfly on
Blackfly on the cherry tree
Blackfly on the cherry tree
Blackfly on the cherry tree
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3. |
Bricks
02:38
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Blanket bound in crimson
Eyed by umber terrace bricks
Stepping stones to the future
Till the ladders have been fixed
Lignes des briques, mortier, l'heure perspective
Ruthless piece of mind
Swinging in hammocks
Of time
Hearts appreciate the pause
Tastebuds applaud the wine
Lignes des briques, mortier, l'heure perspective
Devils wear their raincoats that the
Angel's cotton knit
Mrs Nature threw a blow the
People couldn't slip
Oh my gosh I thought too much as I
Journey through Bobby's woods
Buzzards spin like ceiling fans
Sweet pine branches shaking hands
The wind self-oscillates a tune
If a tree falls, do you hear too
I'm home
Hanging from the washing lines
Hanging from the washing lines
Eyes are chasing down the lines
Of bricks and all the mortar lines.
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4. |
Tear Catcher
02:57
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When you cry
I'll be your tear catcher
When you cry
I'll be your tear catcher
I'll catch them falling from your face
And place them in a river
And we'll watch them
Slowly float away
Your eyes, they blink slowly
As we do unholy
Things that in our history books
Our kids will read with horror
And hopefully
Steer their boat away
The devil placed you into
A place you thought was untrue
I'll try to let the whole world know that
You can be scared too
And one day
This will all just blow away
Rats cats and rattlesnakes and
Tortoises and bats
Pangolins and porcupines and
Baby crocodiles
X2
Tears are falling from your face
X4
One day
This will all just blow away
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5. |
Electricity
02:32
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Electricity flows in the only way it knows
Straight through your body and
Out through your toes
It flows
Somehow you're alive you've survived the kiss
Of vindictive lips
That sunk many ships
It continues as if
Disease can wipe the tears from your eyes
As it forces you to watch as it
Carefully ties up
Your feet
The wife upped and left with few regrets
But misses nothing but
Biannual sex
She continues as if...
Electricity flows in the only way it knows
Straight through your body and
Out through your toes
It flows
Somehow you're alive you've survived the kiss
Of vindictive lips
That sunk many ships
I never wanted to be your electricity X6
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6. |
Skeleton
03:41
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That skeleton that you
That you call yourself
Rattles out some syllables
Formed of the cylinder in your mouth
Suck, squeeze, bang, blow
It's all part of your show
You laugh at the sad parts
But the meaning you ignore
You can laugh at me
All that you want
But what you want
Isn't what you need
You laugh at me
With my inadequacies
But you can cry in my arms
Whenever you want
That skeleton that you
(skeleton that)
That you drag down the stairs
(drag down the stairs)
Rattles as it cackles
(rattles as)
Like a cowering jackel
Pretend not to care
You can laugh at me
All that you want
But what you want
Isn't what you need
You laugh at me
With my inadequacies
You can cry in my arms
Whenever you...
You can laugh at me
All that you want
But what you want
Isn't what you need
You can laugh at me
With my inadequacies
But you can cry in my arms
Whenever you want
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7. |
Curious Eyes
02:29
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Clear as ice
Crystallised
I took a trip through
Curious eyes
Synthesized
Questions arised
Blew out the candles and the
Wax went in your eyes
A truce it is
Loosen my grip
And put the gun in the
Holster on my hip
I went and met-
Amorphosized
And peeled the chrysalis away
From my eyes
Shiny soul
Mercury mind
Rummage through the rock pool to
See what you can find
Bucket and net
To catch the time
Keep it hostage
Unrefined
You got eyes that are like
Looking in the sun
You got eyes that are like
Looking in the sun
You got eyes that are like
Looking in the sun X3
You got eyes that are like looking in the...
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8. |
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You've got cold bones tonight
When the heating isn't working
Squeeze your pillow tight
Black coffee and Morgan's Spice
Kick out the demons and the poltergeists
Magazines keep you occupied
Newspapers too
The headline reads:
"This is the house Stupidity built
It hosts a pity party"
Striking conversation
With a lookalike
Naked in my room
The subject was decent too
And more in depth that what I'm used to
Magazines keep you occupied
Newspapers too
The headline reads:
"This is the house Stupidity built
It hosts a pity party
Free booze for the attendees
At the pity party"
Took your mind off the shit for a split second
And watched it all blow up
Took your eyes off the race for a little minute
And watched it all fuck up
This is the house Stupidity built
It hosts a pity party
Free booze for the attendees
At the pity party
You've got cold bones tonight
When the heating isn't working
Squeeze your pillow tight
Black coffee and Morgan's Spice
Kick out the demons and the poltergeists
Magazines keep you occupied
Newspapers too
The headline reads:
"This is the house Stupidity built
It hosts a pity party
Free booze for the attendees
At the pity party"
Took your mind off the shit for a split second
And watched it all blow up
Took your eyes off the race for a little minute
And watched it all fuck up
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9. |
Mr Rykyn
04:56
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Mr Rykyn's got a knife
And a small red motorbike
He's got an army suit
And a superman cape too
Mr Rykyn can climb trees
And run faster than the breeze
He wears Dr Martins boots
And he fucking hates school
I want to bring him home
He's been gone for twenty years
Home to dad and mum
And his little sister too
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10. |
Magic
02:58
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I saw what you could be
Sprawled out like an old two pence piece
Crushed by a train on an old train track
The old boy he called and said
He doesn't want you back
You don't believe in magic
You don't believe in magic
You don't believe in magic
You don't believe in magic
The world owes you as much
As a rabbit wants to be inside a hutch
Stuck in a field of cabbage and kale
The universe it starts to feel like a jail
You don't believe in magic
You don't believe in magic
You don't believe in magic
You don't believe in magic
You always have to pick apart the party tricks
And flick away the pieces of magic
X4
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11. |
Butterfly Net
02:51
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Ending is better than mending
To forgive is to forget
Snapped wings and splitting of tendencies
In the butterfly net
Keep beating your weary wings
Orgy-porgy hungry little caterpillars
Up to no good
To break the loops and knots
There must be blood
Keep beating your weary wings
Never forget what it's like inside the butterfly net
The ending becomes the beginning
Forgive and forget
But corvids keep on weaving
New butterfly nets
Never forget what it's like inside the butterfly net
Everybody is happy nowadays
X7
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12. |
Lovely Hate
03:11
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The smoke it twists, floats and curls
Like drunken girls
In cruel worlds
She waltzed with black lines on her face
He watched it fall
Fall from grace
Lovely hate
Wont you wait
For me please?
We can ride
On the tide
Of the breeze
Don't you need your umbrella?
For what's falling from
A sorry fella?
Limbs and organs fall from the sky
The twinkle fell
Fell from his eye
Lovey Hate, don't wait for me please
You go ride on the tide of the breeze
The clocks moving fast it seems
And in time you'll forget,
Forget me
Oh darling what a shame
To see you this way
My lovely hate
Oh darling we got burnt
Lesson learnt
Lovely hate
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13. |
Sparks
04:24
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I met you on a beach
When you were just 4 years old
Your parents conceived a baby sister
So the story goes
And the sparks ignite
And the sparks ignite
I sunbathed and played on Greece's clay
With all of your family
You tucked me into the eagle's wing
And sung nice songs to me
And the sparks start flying
And the sparks start flying
I whisper words that leak
Tears that scurry down your cheek
Engine oil on your daddy's hands
Blood from the machine
Learn something about everything and
Everything about something
Then the sparks start shining
Then the sparks start shining
Mum she kept you clean
From dirty dreams
Smokey teens and yellow teeth
But I would hide behind the thickened screen
Of the evergreen
She couldn't hide you from me
When these sparks start dying
When these sparks start dying
I'm your dancing restless feet
You're the pigeon to my peregrine
When the sparks start flying
When the sparks start flying
When the sparks
Start flying
Sparks
Start flying
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