1. |
Syrinx
00:45
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2. |
Reasons
04:55
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You eat nature,
I eat plastic,
You waste paper,
I am friendly,
You are drastic,
I talk bullshit,
But I mean it,
Hey I mean it,
I can see myself,
You walk it,
And we ride the dead to work,
And we want it,
We love it we love it,
We deserve it,
And it looks good enough to eat,
So we just eat it,
And we burn all of our statements,
And all of our receipts,
Shut up shut up,
Your heaven cost a bomb,
Give up I give up,
I don't know anymore,
What of it on one,
But on the other I know,
That it's wrong,
I've got a feeling that I'm,
Falling asleep at the wheel,
You're a hero,
I'm a villain,
You are trying,
Bless you,
I am talking,
I am lying,
I make reasons,
I am making reasons now,
You are watching,
We are growing them together,
Lift the carpets,
Come on pull the curtains down,
Yeah let's start it,
Yeah let's end it,
Yeah let's tear it to the ground,
It's so hard not to get lost,
Should I just stay here,
Should I curl up,
Maybe curl up,
Surrender to the frost,
Shut up shut up,
Your heaven isn't wrong,
Get up get up,
Take everything on,
You're good and you're right,
And your decisions are strong,
But I can't keep track,
I've got a feeling that I'm falling asleep at the wheel.
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3. |
Standby
04:17
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When the dry ice thins out,
And we've sweated our skins out,
And you only give yourself a break,
To take the damn bins out,
And you can't keep running with your head down,
Well don't you think it's funny that you're still out?
Go ahead oh come on oh this is it shout,
I can see you get the shakes,
I can see you shaking now,
So you disappear,
And I just wait here,
You say you'll only be a minute,
Or do I not hear you properly,
I've done a lap and a lap and another lap,
And I've just gone when I've seen this other chap,
I bowl back to yours and burst through your door,
And you tell me that I've got it all,
Can't you see we get the shakes?
Can't you see me shaking now?
Can't we go to bed now?
Can't we get our heads down?
Try and get some sense out of it,
Try and shut my eyes for five minutes,
Can't you see we get the shakes?
Can't you see me shaking now?
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4. |
Peachlight
03:40
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I'm a pied piper in peachlight,
A regular bright white eye of the night sighter,
I'm a quite quiet garden light lighter,
I'm a can't retire plight sigher,
They moonlight in sad fleets,
I'm a crunchy murderer on a black beach,
And these ones bow like pot pourri,
Broken up and smoldering,
I can see you now,
Christ knows how,
And Christ knows why,
There is absolutely nothing,
In my honest mind,
You annoy me more than anything,
I'm a brand new boy,
I've got all these things to play with,
It's a hollow laugh,
It must be,
I'll take the hat trust me,
Not more excuses now,
Your elements are all around you,
Everything aligns,
All the runway lights,
Stretch beyond the runway mouth,
The conditions are right,
But suspicion is rife,
And you ponder your position,
In the middle of the night,
And these ones bow like pot pourri,
Broken up and smoldering,
I can see you now,
Christ knows how,
And Christ knows why,
There is absolutely nothing,
In my honest mind,
You annoy me more than anything,
I'm a brand new boy,
I've got all these things to play with,
It's a hollow laugh,
It must be,
I'll take the hat trust me.
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5. |
Little Flags
03:41
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This is a bliss,
It's a bit like Chris' eyedrops,
It's a bliss to switch your mind off in the company of friends,
And a stem of little flags,
Not a penny or a minute spent could ever make or win it,
It's a miracle to me,
I know you laugh,
But come on you must admit it's sweet,
The tiny little trumpeteers all playing at your feet,
And I hold it close and I look at it and sit,
And then I sneeze and then it escalates into a fit,
The more I look the less I find,
The less I find the more I look,
Take it slowly,
I'm taking it I'm taking it,
They are only in it for the sake of it,
A little company is everything and I need it,
Will you have some trust in me,
It's better you the daffodil and me,
Don't mind me, I appeared to have the fear then,
Well you'd better come round here then,
With a felt tip and a pad,
So I make my way across,
I get cross for needing people,
I arrive a little feeble but a little better off,
I'm at the door,
I'm on the telephone to you,
I'd press the bloody buzzer had I not forgot the number,
I just wait outside in a daze beneath the gate,
Here you come to let me in,
And so begins the session,
The more I look the less I find,
The less I find the more I look,
Take it slowly,
I'm taking it I'm taking it,
They are only,
In it for the sake of it,
A little company,
Is everything and I need it,
Will you have some trust in me,
It's better you the daffodil and me.
This is just a little spout,
About not having a soulmate,
You don't need to have a soul mate,
You just need to have a laugh,
This is heaven on the ears,
But heavy on the heart strings,
Me stroking my guitar strings,
Like a bloody violin,
With an eye on every door,
Maybe somebody will just waltz in.
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6. |
Jesus
03:49
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7. |
Pad
04:00
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It's the middle of the night quite literally,
The clock is black with naughts like the ceiling,
And there's a little green light,
About a third from the middle,
That says green is for go you know,
Green is for go,
And that red rears it's head,
Every thirty four seconds or so,
And red is for shut your eyes,
And shut your mind,
And get some sleep,
It's not the time,
First I miss aladdin and now I kick your wall in,
I will see you in the morning in the hall,
Spiders in the sockets,
We don't know how to stop this,
We don't know how to stop,
And I don't know if I need this but it fills another pad,
You're always saying that there's no need to record it all,
Wires in the cockpit,
I don't know how to stop this,
I don't know how to stop,
Five go by and the roof is the sky,
The led is the moon or something,
And I suppose my bed's the lawn,
If you want to be full on,
Oh this is gold this is poetry,
This is gold this is gold,
And I'm waiting,
I suppose I'm waiting for the eye,
Why is it always that way round,
Maybe Toby's right,
He says don't apologise to me,
I just don't understand it,
I'm as stubborn as a log,
And my reaction is standard,
First I miss aladdin and now I kick your wall in,
I will see you in the morning in the hall,
Spiders in the sockets,
We don't know how to stop this,
We don't know how to stop,
And I don't know if I need this but it fills another pad,
You're always saying that there's not need to record it all,
Wires in the cockpit,
I don't know how to stop this,
I don't know how to stop.
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8. |
Pigswill
04:29
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You're sad, I am lucky,
I am noone to say so,
I am noone to leave it,
Believe it, I'm off,
You can reach me,
But you don't know,
And I tell you,
That you haven't,
This is pigswill,
And you know it,
I'm as guilty as sin,
You win I'm wrong,
That's cowardice and not fun,
It's knock and run,
But I don't think I know what you need,
I delete them as precaution,
You're a nutcase and I'm sorry,
And I worry more than ever,
That the nutcase is me,
Perfection is a theory,
Still I wont let you near me,
It's so easy just to kill this,
It's an illness I swear,
Do I know you from the bar,
Do your friends know where you are,
Have you come from fancy dress,
Are you always such a mess,
Are the glasses even yours,
They're about to shut the doors,
Come with me I'll see you out,
Come with me I'll see you out of here.
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9. |
The Supermarket
03:30
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I need to buy bread,
I go to buy bread,
And who do I find,
Who do I find,
I find you,
I don't mind,
Of course I don't mind,
I hide it quite well,
I do a good impression,
Of someone who's out,
And needs to buy bread,
And keeps a cool pulse,
And keeps a cool head,
But I play with my change,
Oh God I'm so strange,
I hide it quite well,
I do a good impression,
I hate a hot queue,
I hate a hot girl,
The supermarket,
Is bad for my health,
And if hate's a strong word,
Well you're a strong girl,
And this is my book,
And this is my world,
And when all this is done,
And everyone's gone,
I'll probably go mad,
And probably go home,
And of all the goodbyes,
You thought you might get,
Well half they don't come home,
And half of them you just forget,
And I can't tell it's over because you've all left,
I just split the bills up and wish you the best,
I've got a pair of your socks here that I can't get fresh,
Are you going to come and claim them or what,
You think I talk to you in red,
But I don't talk to you in red,
I talk to you in blues and greens,
And I don't mean the thinks you think I've said,
But I'm not proud,
If I can write it down then I can say it out loud,
And get out of bed to say it,
I can rack my brains as much as I want,
There are so many miles and so many minutes,
From your marble eyes to mind,
I couldn't count a third,
So what you reading,
What you doing with your money,
Where your friends gone,
How's the suntan how's the boredom,
Are your friends back,
Are you sleeping in the shelving,
Have they caught you are you laughing,
Are you fired oh my actual,
It was them that made you tired,
Well you don't need the money,
That much,
Really.
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10. |
Four
05:48
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Four will have the following,
And follow with the following,
Kindly dis-engage the head for madamoiselle,
Madamoiselle seems to have a lot to say,
There's nothing on Monsieur's display,
For all intents and purposes it's going well,
Going well here,
As for my arrival I can no longer decide,
Oh it's such an easy ride,
Oh it's such an easy method of survival,
Be a sport and fetch the parasols inside,
It's the perfect place to hide,
And I very nearly find myself sitting down here,
Don't do it because you want it,
Because you want,
Because you need the money,
Need the money,
Because you want it,
Because you want it,
That's alright but make a promise,
Make a promise,
You're precious,
You've got to look after yourself,
It's a common error,
Tear a piece of paper,
Write it on it,
Put it in your pocket,
Where you will not forget,
Until it goes in the wash.
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11. |
Zakopane
01:14
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12. |
Nearly Go
04:10
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Spin me off,
Keep moving,
Close my eyes,
Keep moving,
Hang my jaw,
Keep moving,
Face the lights,
Keep moving,
Get fed up,
And nearly go,
And wonder if,
You're gonna show,
Face the lights,
Keep moving,
Face the lights,
Keep moving,
The curtain shuts,
The people go,
The faces drop,
The poison flows,
The laughter dies,
The tiles sweat,
Salty eyes,
And salty heads,
Light a stick,
And burn my hand,
The sparks go up,
And don't land,
They burrow shallow,
In your shirt,
I wouldn't tell you,
If it hurt,
Dance as if you're gonna die tomorrow,
Dance the idiots can leave or follow,
Cut your shapes and throw them off,
Right around the room,
They can sweep them in the morning,
Throw them all,
Sticky shoes,
And sticky mouth,
Strobe light robbery,
And little fights,
Ten ways in,
And one way out,
To keep you in,
All night,
And twenty minutes in you ditch,
Everyone you came here with,
And everyone you came here with,
Becomes another shoulder barge,
And you ask,
But he just won't listen,
And you ask,
But he doesn't wanna hear it,
So you just write it down,
As big as you can make it,
But even if he sticks it up,
You see it peel off,
But we just dance,
As if we're gonna die tomorrow.
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13. |
The Bones
06:24
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Hunched all still,
Me and the wood again,
Me and the bones,
Poor old elephants,
Come for an hour,
Stay for an afternoon,
Play through the bells,
Before and after you,
Up in the clouds
Away with the proverbials,
My little shroud,
The only way to sit so still,
Have I become a truant boy,
Did you come down for me,
I'm sorry it's a mess,
But find a seat,
I'm sorry it's a test,
You look quite sweet,
But take it back upstairs,
Go on,
Don't you dare,
Don't you dare stare at me,
Don't freeze up,
Don't be scared of me,
You are me,
Me are you I think,
Hunched all still,
Spills another drink,
Don't decide it just believe it,
Close your eyes and go to sleep,
Don't rely because you don't need it,
Close your eyes and go to sleep,
Don't you beg and don't you plead it,
Lose your eyes and go to sleep,
You'd collide like armageddon,
If you'd only go to sleep,
Have I become a fluent boy,
Did you come down for me,
I'm sorry it's a mess,
But find a seat,
No maybe I regret,
You look so sweet,
You're making me upset,
Go on.
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14. |
Spirits Here
09:32
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Well I don't really have a window,
But there's a hole in my rafters,
And I have to get up on tiptoes,
If I want to hear laughter,
But I really don't mind,
Really it is pretty fun,
Reaching up for extra height,
And it's a surprise,
Because it could be anyone,
Anyone to lift the light,
Or lift the spirits here,
Don't do it,
Don't make a problem,
Get down,
Go for it,
Get the bus,
Step out,
I don't know but it is time I found out,
And time that I knew,
Well I don't really have a clue now,
Am I on my own in this building,
I wish you'd take your cue now,
Wish you wouldn't let me keep hiding,
Seriously think of saving you an apricot,
Saving you a nectarine,
What you want to drink,
I don't want to drink tonight,
I want you to lift the light,
Or lift the spirits here,
Don't do it,
Don't make a problem,
Get down,
Go for it,
This is the bus,
Step out,
I don't know but it is time I found out,
And time that I knew,
So what am I going to do now?
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15. |
T Shirt
(free)
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