1. |
Music On The Bones
02:17
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I was lost on a Saturday
Gave up by Sunday,
I spat in the face of,
everyone I was afraid of.
What's the use in rivalries,
I gave up when you needed me.
Passed out when I was too fucked,
never knowing when to give up.
I'll repeat no cycles.
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2. |
Naïve Green
03:11
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Come on home, you're freezing to your bones now,
you're not alone, a voice over the phone now.
You wait, you watch and you fall down.
Now you're safe but you're not awake.
Do, dootin doo doo, doooo
Scraped out, your veins are blue or empty,
New doubt, you always find the same thing.
Now you wait, you watch and you fall down,
now you're safe, but you're not alone.
Do, dootin doo doo, dooo
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3. |
Victoria
03:21
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There's a truth that should be known,
we should never be alone.
But we're rarely ever told,
cause we think we're fully grown.
To live beside the see,
that is where I need to be,
not too close to the sun,
the panic had begun.
Cause, I need to find a purpose,
yea and you certainly aren't one.
I need to know it's worth it,
before I return home.
Victoria, some day I'll call you home.
Shimmering sea,
damp air floating through the trees.
Bottle-sick from the cure,
but you keep coming back for more.
Your pressure filled head,
keeps repeating what you've said.
Advise is free,
but what the fuck do you want from me
Cause, I need to find a purpose,
yea and you certainly aren't one.
I need to know it's worth it,
before I return home.
Victoria, some day I'll call you home.
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4. |
Connexion
04:46
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Blind eyes often find, inside an absent mind,
that abstract thought soon gets old.
Blood is streaked across the white teeth of an old piano.
Your senses are uplifted like a bubble in the breeze,
sweat-soaked cunilingus, roll up your sleeves.
Crawl across a wooden floor on your knees.
Now it's your turn to say please.
Cause it's time that you realised there's no connexion.
Something doesn't feel right,
There's no connexion.
Great minds often hide behind big blue eyes,
that are closed and pregnant with doubt.
Blood is streaked across your white teeth,
but you're still laughing.
Your senses are uplifted like a bubble in the breeze,
sweat-soaked cunilingus, roll up your sleeves.
Crawl across a wooden floor on your knees,
now it's your turn to say please.
Cause it's time that you realised there's no connexion.
Something doesn't feel right.
There's no connexion.
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5. |
Blue Horrors
04:05
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Wide open but it's not real,
with no way out.
Feet moving time reveals,
a silent shout.
You're the best thing about home.
You're the bright side of the road.
Dreaming, like an animal,
inside and out.
Punch-drunk, but so far from home,
the beauty has run out.
You're the best thing about home.
You're the bright side of the road.
Burnt out. You said you'd change your ways.
Phase it out, one of these days.
Give it up today.
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6. |
Covered In Flies
06:13
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Cold summer sunshine,
It's warm in her mind,
but there's no space for the boys.
Blush and shove,
she's below and not above,
but we're still her little toys.
Oh she whispers because no one is listening.
Oh she cries because her mind is covered in flies.
His knife like tongue,
will cut you before you have begun,
and he won't care either way.
His blood, sweat and fears,
built up through the years,
but he gets by from day to day.
Oh she whispers because no one is listening.
Oh he smiles because her life is covered in flies.
Cold summer sunshine,
It's warm in her mind,
but there's still space for the boys.
Blush and shove,
she's below and not above,
but we're still her little toys.
Oh she whispers because no one's listening.
Oh she smiles because his life is covered in lies.
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7. |
Brisco
02:57
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Walk with me and lie to me,
Tell me it's nearly over.
Come to me on the breeze,
dreams die on your shoulders.
Falling, falling off the map.
Crawling, crawl in to the trap.
Talk with me and reply to me,
Tell me I'm not getting older.
Pass by me on the street,
tears dry on your shoulder.
Falling, fall in to the trap.
Crawl in, crawling off the map.
Walk with me and lie to me,
Tell me I'm not getting older.
Come to me on the breeze,
dreams die on you shoulder,
tears dry on your shoulder.
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8. |
Well Wishers
04:36
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The thorn in my side,
devoid of pride.
To know when you're sad,
washed away in the tide.
Hang him up high,
hang him out to dry.
Make the liars line up,
stand them side by side.
You choose to burn,
when you should learn.
Push and pull now,
against the grain.
The words you spit out,
cannot be saved.
Walk out my door,
it's not for me today.
I'll speak no more,
a lack of words to say.
You choose to burn,
when you should learn.
Sit and wait your turn,
it's none of my concern.
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