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Languid Tarmac
03:57
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so we’re heading somewhere, we’ll get there slow if
the crowds of anal-retentives grow. you’re on the
telephone, i hear you delegating call centre workers in
a condescending tone. and i’m vile and i’m broke and I
left my pans to soak, said you didn’t notice, you
noticed! expect to ascend an apex of accomplishment,
i haven’t time for, i’ve got no time for...
those girls say they’re insane it’s quite clear that
they’re not, as everything seems plain we sink blue
drinks and stumble home...
terra firma soft to touch, languid tarmac covered up,
they call it progress, i call them thugs who take their
demons out to lunch…
those girls say they’re insane, it’s quite clear that
they’re not, all those bands with boring names the
towns pitchforks are quite blunt. two old drunks fall in
love but never spill a drop, there’s mild glee at this
house party as someone takes a piss down the
stairs…
again, there’s no plan, as we just sit back and wait,
and this malaise is everything you hate
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White Monitor Screens
03:20
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you don’t know where you going to stay, your old man
locked the house and threw the keys away, we drive
our cars that aren’t insured and maintain that many
fingers are stuck up at the law…
white monitor screens are wasting our time, let’s go for
a dip we’ll swim against the tide, see the waves
reflecting deep in amber eyes, if i’m honest you’re too
modest…
it feels strange that you’re been flying around for days,
for once I’m seasick cause i know you’re far away,
cloven hooves on sinking sand, i can see now i’ve got
to be a patient man…
light up the fake cold fire it’s cold out tonight, a
thousand molecules erupt into life, i can see them
flicker deep in amber eyes, if i’m honest you’re too
modest… on a diamond sea we bide our time, got lost
on the breeze but we are doing fine, as a coastguard
hit snooze a 15th time, was only two short nights but
still it’s on my mind…
do these things happen all the time? It doesn’t phase
me at all, the moon is raising up the tide…
we run through the forest sprinting for miles, forget the
queue cards, we’ll improvise lines
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Bewildered
03:53
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we were entwined, now they’ve called time, we bathe
in different light, my organs writhe with plume I draw
inside to dull the cares, in time we’ll breathe less
tainted air, in time let’s leave this all behind…
now i can’t look into your eyes i feel bewildered all the
time, in time we’ll see through the trees, when you
come home to me…
I had a vision of you next to me, house in a country
that I’d never seen, I’ve never been one to be
neighbourly, in time, I’ll try… never felt the spray from
Detian Falls, just stuck duck and weaving cause we
need to have it all, but it never seems to go that way,
shouldn’t ever come to easily…
now I can’t look into you eyes I feel bewildered all the
time, now I can’t look into your eyes cause we are
parted by the tides, in time we’ll see through the trees,
when you come home to me…
it’s no good just sitting waiting, no I’m no good just
siting waiting here
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Happy Accidents
03:30
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we head northwest again, caravan club’s waiting, give
me some thread and I’ll fix up the holes in my jeans…
uncle john is glued to the tv, he’s watching the grand
prix, as he waits on his dinner didn’t bet on a winner
again, we slip away for a time and smoke in your
grandmother’s garden, we’ll be forgotten…
snails crawl along, barely noticed till crushed under
toes leaving their entrails for a passing song thrush,
reaping the reward of our clumsiness again…
uncle john is glued to the tv watching Saturday
grandstand, auntie jean is doing her laundry, curtains
dirty and tawdry, we slip away for a time, I’ll smoke in
you grandmothers garden in my head, you won’t be
forgotten
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Brain Inside A Jar
03:25
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we’re worldly wise so we’ll take a break and watch the
tv till our accents change, I draw and plan comedic
graves, i’ll put my brain in a jar for my children as a
nice keepsake, oh you know that we never needed
more than this…
the heavy air here smells equine but there’s no wildlife
around except for all the birds and bugs and the trees
are patched in white, is it fungus? or has someone had
the painters in?...
the city I live in is really no good for me, obviously…
i’m sat on a train with all the people on their f**king
iphones, I look out the window and take in the petrified
landscape, it’s time to go home now, can only afford
mcdonalds, now I’m throwing my guts up in the sydney
airport toilet…
the city I live in is really no good for me, i need to take
a trip away with rosa b
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alma is it supposed to be like this? loose change is
weighing heavy in our pockets now, when holes form
will shrug or will you shout out loud?...
when we run it won’t be long until we fall and graze our
elbows on the pavement…
david, do you find it hard to sleep that well? we’ll eat
bland it heightens up our sense of smell. tremors, you
predicted gods would stamp their feet and children
they should be allowed to have wild dreams, as I count
my sheep…
we’re not done, it won’t be long till we show that we’re
rather special…
they said nothing comes for free now we’re swimming
in the sea, no drama any more and your mum’s not on
the phone, shall we spend our last days in the sun
drinking cheap alcohol? it
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in the camp ground playing piano, full of sun and food, I
ponder how these things dictate our mood, as the
german people clean up the kitchen
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8. |
I Pedal Faster
03:16
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now that I’m done it wont be long, building harms all
that I’ve done, walking in my sleep past rows of twisted
castles, I wake from dreams in fits of laughter…
I’ve seen the changes over time, warm tears won’t
ever bring it back…
start tearing arms from giant structures, history’s null in
these golden pastures, heavy like my sweat I pedal
faster, but they’ll move on and leave their rubbish…
we’ve smelt to rot for many years, I’ve tried to hold
back the tide, try smiling drink to pasture gone, cause
warm tears won’t ever bring it back
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Now That I'm Boring
02:46
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you cannot gossip now you are sat home by yourself,
this town’s old women are drinking tea and nothing
else, now I’m rather boring that I have dialed the
‘arsehole’ down, my girlfriend is snoring, seems she
preferred the wreckless clown…
cheer up it’s not at all like we’ve been taught, your tv
lies on the whole, we love the rain and the cold…
your nissan bluebird makes me car sick inexplicably
and these new trainers I run in will be the death of me,
that city boy is a tightarse, just leave those homeless
damp and grey, I know the sun aint the reason there’s
all those tramps out in LA…
chear up it’s not quite as bad as you thought, your
neighbours whine and they moan they love the rain
and the cold
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10. |
Braising In The Sun
03:28
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standing in an airport queue with a bag of
microphones, they arouse suspicion everywhere I go,
you think that I packed swimming trunks and came
home with a bomb? Please sir I’ve just been away
braising in the sun…
would it be safe to assume that I’ve been up to no
good again? why is it I have no shoes on? cause they
floated off down the seine…
i have too much time today i bit my fingers raw, I heard
the foreign birds call, and I could not ignore that I
missed your pretty face today, it wouldn’t leave me be,
and the only thing I’ve got in the fridge is a shriveled
tangerine…
would it be safe to assume that i’ve been up to no
good again? As and when I drop down dead be a
friend and please bury me under that tree where the
neighbourhood dogs mark their territory…
we swam in lakes in national parks, you can’t back
what you say, thrashing tulips in the dead dead dark,
you can’t back what you say. tasteless meals on
plastic trays
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Pink Blackpool Rock
04:24
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a man once told me that the god’s had a garden and
that mountains were molehills in their lawn, you can’t
predict the diction of the absurd, you know they’re
never forget that time you swore that in another life
that you could remember vasco de gama shoving off to
set his feet upon a landmass of spices, where we’ll
commit vices when we land, on indian ground…
what’s this harmony? just muted reverie? that smell on
the breeze, pink blackpool rock is stuck in my teeth…
you learn ventriloquy, i play dominos…
like a domino, climbing up the wall, like a domino i can
break your fall? like a domino, painting as you go
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The Islandman
03:27
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sat controlling fake commandants, yet never touch the
breeze, a condemnation from condensation those
siphoned dry still gather spores, they’ve made it easy
to while away the time that we have…
an unfit mind sits back and signs for new perfect ways
to waste our time, i try to imagine what lies in that big
brain of yours, the islandman doesn’t want for all the
things that we have…
to take a fertile piece of land build a simple home and
when something’s washed ashore we’ll take it, i will
take it. we have more, do we need more than we had?
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Bricks & Mortar
03:41
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a half cut driver speeds over that drunken clown, gall
bladder emitting a high pitched sound…
into the ground, you have to burrow the life we chase
belies grace, as we narrowly miss all the things we’re
supposed to hit, kept distracted as this town’s bricks
and mortar fall down…
if you don’t go then you’ll never see, I’ve yet to find the
line of the fault but you never know, these memories
corrupt and turn to grain, you stop to think about them
but they’re strange…
into the ground we’ll have to burrow down the life we change
defiles our grace, as the rich take trips to space, invent new
food we’ll never taste, kept distracted as this towns bricks and
mortar fall down, it’s all around…
you feel dejected and ineffectual, don’t let your
hobbies be affected, I’ve got no money but I’ve got
honies, venereal diseases, exotic cheeses, don’t shop
at tesco’s, don’t shop at as asda, don’t drink that Bovril
it gives you cancer, the xenophobics have become
intrinsic, they all want more than they deserve
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