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For The Last One
05:07
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2. |
Gutted Like a Fish
03:19
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Sleep is no problem
for you, you take it
for granted, you get tired
fall asleep, no problem
you're not
haunted
Soaked, in sweat
I can't forget.
Nightly, I die.
Soaked in regret
for lives unled.
Nightly, I die.
So just fucking kill me
or just let me sleep.
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3. |
National Handbag
02:46
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4. |
When Stars Meet Null
03:45
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When stars meet null
pure light dissolves
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5. |
Eyerub Bedbrother
02:24
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6. |
Respite
03:00
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7. |
Thoroughly Airborne
03:13
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This nicotine gives me the breath
of a soft-spoken terrorist.
Don't speak too loud but
don't sing either.
You're the musical version of heavy breathing.
But in the summer they don't perceives seasons.
I tap out a rhythm onto my thigh,
save it in the RSI wound that's healing.
Rob an optometrist's and take flight.
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8. |
Void Space, Test Case
02:31
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9. |
Lovesong of
02:37
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One day you woke up
and found out you were myth.
You drank the sun and didn't die.
Elbows touch, no running off
into the sunset. I stare at the hole in the sky.
Glass doors drown sound but
can't erase the body language,
an obviousness, I'm helpless,
I love you.
We drank the sun,
we're enveloped in light, I can see
that you're the same as me, that's why you're not blind.
Beside us is normality where breath's paced naturally, your orbit
always seems to miss, but when they hit there'll be nothing else,
nothing else.
Glass door compartment.
Conversation well felt.
On the night of new beginnings
everything stays the same.
Glass door, secret sound.
Our kiss stuck in the lost and found.
I drank the sun now I need nothing but you.
I drank the sun now I need nothing but you,
but you,
but you.
Gaze with me.
Take a risk with me.
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10. |
Superbowl Sunday
02:08
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For all your football teams
For all your Stetson dreams
For all your jobs I didn't take
For all your stupid schemes
The middle makes the means
For the emotions I won't fake
For all your dreams
You breathe smoke at me
For all your shit-talking
For all your embalming
For all your moulds afraid to break
For all your guilt-fucking
and your hate-mongering
you still believe that you'll be saved
And on this holy day
You will think I'm saved
Think I'll endorse your stupid dreams
Dispose of archetypes
Engender 1-D lives
Tip my hat ironically and leave
All your dreams
Far, far behind me
La, la,
La, la,
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Over a thousand
Diversionary
Wasted, wasted
Same bastard plot point
Arms length
No time for smoke rings
Let there be air
Let the pattern become clear
I scared a non-native by crying
that's not easy
I lay it all out in front of me
but it's not upto me
Lonliness
Lovelessness
Listlessness
Lonliness or lovelessness
Neither, neither
First act hopeful
Second act dreadful
Click click converse
Spotlight fall, we're on the Beckett scenic route
So many chances missed
Narrative setup; a hopelessness
Everything about this I second guess
but fragments. But I know that I love you
This may get buried,
passed off as apophenia
but I know and you know
there's no one else in the world.
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13. |
Mining Operations
03:06
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The cables for the transmitter
are laid underground where no one can see.
Just cause the message's received from the pulse of the signal
doesn't presuppose victory.
Each line a frequency.
The hum of possibility.
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14. |
Wordless Exit
03:15
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This goodbye is colourful,
expressed more than you could say.
Your code is clear but boring
This valley is a crater to me
Fashioned from your spit
Insulated by your anger
Drowning in your shit
This goodbye's imperative
Stare you down
Pass you by
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Where You Last Left It Dublin, Ireland
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