1. |
B(I'm Glad We Talked)
01:12
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B(I’m Glad We Talked):
A life in quantity
Lacks in quality
Starved of affection
Beat into perfection
Angels infancy
Infants anatomy
If in peace I should die
I will die without peace of mind
I will look for better days
If in this life
I choose to stay
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2. |
E.R
07:29
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E.R:
There’s something wrong
Cos I’m not breathing right
There’s something wrong
I’m the carbon copy
Of your charcoal and tea
There’s something wrong
There’s something wrong with me
I’m in pain
And it’s an emergency
I’m in pain
And it’s an emergency
So help me
Through the winter cold
The Monday morning mist
And all the colours have gone
And there’s a waiting room
That is waiting on me
There’s something wrong
There’s something wrong with me
I’m in pain
And it’s an emergency
I’m in pain
And it’s an emergency
The world is not okay
But thank you for asking
No I am not okay
But thank you for asking
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3. |
Eden On The Park
04:46
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Eden On The Park:
At the edge of blinded grace
For all the time that was wasted
The bitterness had left
Once the sweetness was tasted
Laying in a cold shell
And departed days before
Breaststroke’s into the abyss
That leads you right
Into the shores
Where you talked to Jesus
Was he waiting there
Are we gonna miss you
Had we nothing to share
A kiss that echoed for a moment
A tune to fill the sky
The overcast of Friday
Leaves two strangers on the tide
A wish that I had made in haste
Regrets to reassure
That the wishes made within this time
Are granted to be yours
And fuck this god of wisdom
And fuck all this love
And fuck my superstitions
There is nothing above
And I wish it wouldn’t end
Just sitting at your side
To warm the heart that kept me there
Two hearts upon a tide
The presence of your glory
That shakes up all the stars
The stories made within our heads
Of places near and far
Yeah and flip a coin on Jesus
Did you want another day
How would it be wasted
Good riddance I say
And I wish it wouldn’t end
Just sitting at your side
I wish it wouldn’t end
Unbound but still we had to try
With one fuck to make the time nice
Two fucks to reminisce
Three fucks for self assurance
I’ll trade them all
For that first kiss
I won’t pray to your Jesus
Cos he ain’t there
There’s no god left to help me
We’re just swimming in fear
Time immemorial
The pagans way
Diluted ambitions
And imperfect sways
Of hipbones and heartbeats
Heart rhythms and dead heat
Come about Monday
I’m leaving simply because
I talked to Jesus
And he stayed for a while
And he peddled my instincts
He has killed this child
I want to be leaving
I want to be home
There’s no god left to help me
There’s no god left to help me
There’s no god left to help me
There’s no god left to help me
Help me
Help me
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4. |
32&
05:37
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32&:
Do you
Realise the whole world
Was at your fingertips
Do you stride
For the sun
We unify as one
Wholistically in unity
Just you and me
And will you let me in your space
In the comforts
Of comforting
We’re still at
Thirty two and rising
God bless the sun
Forged blank horizon
Kiss the sea
Inevitability caresses me
It undresses me
Keeps close proximity
To man
God and the universe
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5. |
Quiet Observation
06:20
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Quiet Observation:
My body grows tired from all the strain
Of a mind that knows
More than this body can contain
The elegant plumes of smoke
They’ll mark the frontlines in between
The city and the green
The city and the green
I’m losing in the human race
The words we spoke
Rang a sound that was quite eclectic
The words we chose
Were always religiously poetic
But I keep to a minor key
Repeat ourselves within a history
Of the classics that we’d wrote
From the streets congested bloodlines
And I
I’m losing in the human race
And I
I’m losing in the human race
My heart it goes
Under quiet observation
As a letting go
Of bad dreams and salutations
And I’ll hang from the cupboard door
As a stark reminder that forevermore
We will sleep in another room
In a peaceful resolution
I’m losing in the human race
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6. |
Kings On Plinths
03:53
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Kings On Plinths:
The kings
They do make
Golden watches
For you to take
There must have been
A misdiagnosis
Because our synopsis
Reads otherwise
And I
Could do with some sleep
A good night's sleep
A good night's sleep
Brothers
Inherited blood
Stains the surface
Of his son
And I
Could do with some sleep
A good night's sleep
A good night
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A Conversation With The Devil:
There’s something curled up in the corner
Underneath the jaded lights
It’s crawling up my legs
Sweet loves dying for bad nights
This vessel is nestled in a break
To take away the dull times
And the tomb I knew
I now know no more
I’m chewed up in the woodworks
Washed in your wine
And the feeling stays mine
A conversation with the devil in my room
Small talk, what do you thinks and how do you do’s
I’ll trade sensation for salvation
And the hitches with you
For homely are the lonely
Tie me up slowly
Do what you must do
And though I’m beaten senseless
I still sense him around
I am I no more
I’m chewed up in the woodworks
Washed away in your wine
And the feeling stays mine
Let him comfort you in your sleep
So to must the devil weep
For (below) everything
The on and on
And I charge towards the mirror
With my sword above my head
And blinded by the glass
I bleed the names that I have read
A proposition and indecision
Leave a blanket on my eyes
Who are you?
And is the devil I?
And though I’m beaten senseless
I still sense him around
I am I no more
I’m chewed up in the woodworks
Washed away in your wine
And the feeling stays mine
And I’m still wondering
Why
Just why
I am alive
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8. |
Frame By Frame
04:37
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Frame By Frame:
You’re two steps in my territory
So go and clean your hands
The cars outside
Don’t leave the driver waiting
This is my name said without shame
Another hole was left empty
Another worm we couldn’t pull
A teacher's pet
Filled with no more self regrets
This is my name said without shame
This is a final boarding call
We’re due to depart soon
And here’s a message for you all
Please remain seated in your chairs
And Godspeed in your free fall
It all
Moves
On and on
Frame by frame
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9. |
The Fountain Of Glory
04:15
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The Fountain Of Glory:
Hate it or leave it
And my love for you will sympathize
As the boys grew older
Into bad smells and prototypes
Rise to vote sir
And could you change me for the better
Hold your flag
Wave your heart
And both will burn together
I drank my last one
I’m more at home
And in the fountain of glory
Is where the poor soul goes
The kids in sports cars
Mobile to another rendezvous
And I can see you’re scared
Behind the the TV
And only you
Could know the coming weather
If anything at all
Kill all your peers
Because it’s you who’s undeserving
Do not bow
Do not fight
Hold your gaze and be the
Wordsmith of the night
I drank my last one
I’m more at home
And in the fountain of glory
Is where the poor soul goes
And I’m losing in the human race
At the end of the day
It’s just the end of a day
More will come
All will go
Just for you
Just for you
Just
For you.
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