1. |
Awake and Hungry
04:37
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The house awake and hungry makes a room become its mouth,
And my friends and my love are just spectres to me now.
And they walk the clotted hallways, stalking, aching as they prowl towards
The house alive and upright gulps a burning mouthful down.
The stomach is the cellar and a room is now its mouth,
And the corridors are twisted and the ghosts clog up its bowels,
And the attic overflows with what daylight doesn’t allow,
The house awake and hungry spits a burning mouthful out.
I was reborn here, and I could die twice.
I was reborn here, and I could die twice.
I contort myself into the shape of
Someone who can deal, who won’t break off
So low nothing’s beneath me
And I could die twice.
House.
Awake.
Hungry.
Upright.
Alive.
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2. |
Four Wheel Drive
03:42
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Cancroid clasp
Fastened around my heart
So dark
Shimmering neon black
My last
Only I do not beg nor ask
For forgiveness, yeah!
Do you feel it break your skin?
I’m talking about forgiveness, yeah!
Do you feel it closing in?
I know I can!
And when it’s done it will look like a kiss
And when it lands it will look like a kiss
Second chance
Another dollar another dance
Now I’m released by defiant hands
Found in
Freshwater, but worse on land
With nothing else to catch
I’m clamouring for
Forgiveness, yeah!
Do you feel it twist your limbs?
I’m talking about forgiveness, yeah!
Do you feel it drawing in?
I know I can!
And when it’s done it will look like a kiss
And when it lands it will look like a kiss
To shy away would be remiss
‘cause when it’s done it will look like a kiss
And when it’s done it will look like a kiss
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3. |
Fewer Closer Friends
02:55
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It’s oppressively distant to me,
Now fulfilment’s a myth and happiness a dream
That I had on a night where I couldn’t even sleep,
It’s oppressively distant to me.
Don’t make me ask you to leave me alone,
A page ripped from the end of our dog-eared tome,
A piss in the underpass I learnt to call home,
Don’t make me ask you to leave me alone,
‘Cos then I’ll have
Fewer Closer Friends,
The conjugated men,
The only ones left,
All pillars of regret.
Ideology congeals,
Ideology reveals
Fewer closer friends
Through a blurry, cracking lens.
There’s a blind spot in my memory
That masks an awkward collision with what I wanted to be,
So I swapped our dog tags now I pretend that I’m free,
There’s a blind spot in my memory.
I am desperate to be admired,
There’s this desperately selfish demon I’ve acquired,
So I run in the mornings but the fucker’s not tired,
I am desperate to be admired,
‘Cos then I’ll have
Fewer Closer Friends,
The conjugated men,
The only ones left,
All pillars of regret.
Ideology congeals,
Ideology reveals
Fewer closer friends
Through a blurry, cracking lens.
Then all the men form a line
The moment she gives the word
All raise their fists to the sky
Factions speak louder than herds!
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4. |
Ripples
03:32
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Emotional ripples!
In our formation to attack,
All of our gratitude’s become platitude
So I’m sending mine back.
Emotional ripples!
In our robust contingency plans,
All of our gratitude’s become platitude,
Mirrors the courage I lack.
I only wanted a purpose,
And I got something to despise.
I overheard what you said to him,
And I let the boy survive.
(Or so it seems…)
Colloquial drivel!
Condemned straight after the fact.
No real aptitude, absent attitude
Mirrors the courage I lack.
Emotional ripples!
Retreat after the attack.
On declaration, an altercation,
An entire unit falls back.
I only wanted a purpose,
And I got something to despise.
I overheard what you said to him,
And I let the boy survive.
(Or so it seems…)
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5. |
Butt No Rifle
02:59
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Emotional ripples!
In our formation to attack,
All of our gratitude’s become platitude
So I’m sending mine back.
Emotional ripples!
In our robust contingency plans,
All of our gratitude’s become platitude,
Mirrors the courage I lack.
I only wanted a purpose,
And I got something to despise.
I overheard what you said to him,
And I let the boy survive.
(Or so it seems…)
Colloquial drivel!
Condemned straight after the fact.
No real aptitude, absent attitude
Mirrors the courage I lack.
Emotional ripples!
Retreat after the attack.
On declaration, an altercation,
An entire unit falls back.
I only wanted a purpose,
And I got something to despise.
I overheard what you said to him,
And I let the boy survive.
(Or so it seems…)
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6. |
Sand Fight
03:36
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I’m clicking my digits,
I’m gonna tell my brother,
I waited for a long, long, long time.
I fiddle with my britches,
I’d rather keep my nails,
I’m biting to the wick the whole night.
Sand fight!
Sore eyes!
High tide!
I been burning bridges,
Another then another,
You will not cross the canyon in line.
I’ve been sinking ships,
A hole in your hull,
You will not cross the ocean this time.
I’m clicking my digits,
I’m gonna tell my brother,
I waited for a long, long, long time.
I fiddle with my britches,
I’d rather keep my nails,
I’m biting to the wick the whole night.
Sand fight!
Sore eyes!
High tide!
Privacy’s the newly appointed operating officer in chief
And she doesn’t want her takeover to start any beef.
She’s got your candles and your eyepennies stuck between her teeth,
What’s a million between two friends who share a belief?
Guide to safe dancing: two points of contact, ideally three,
Now I can’t reach my CDs.
A real man of the people, a community beams,
A real man of the people, a community beams.
Meet me on the path, this is literally all I have, please!
These days it’s hard to tell if I’m stunted or stunning.
We’ve got infinite options and about 45 minutes,
We’ve got unlimited choices and never to choose them in,
We’ve got infinite options and about 45 minutes,
We’ve got unlimited choices and never to choose them in,
We’ve got infinite options and about 45 minutes,
We’ve got unlimited choices and never to choose them in.
Sand fight!
Sore eyes!
High tide!
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