1. |
FLOATING
03:36
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I wish I knew
why the rules of gravity exempt you
Floating indefinitely while I'm eating dirt
Laying, back on the ground
to see the curve
of the earth
The god of insolence has blessed me so
I pack up my boon and get running home
Every piece is a part of something larger to start
and I am fortunate that I have found
the prodigal heart
So cut me open and see if I match
If my vena cava links up the best of the batch
I'm flexible
Built like lego
Saturn's rings and their sickening spins
need to slow down a minute so I can
get a better grip
on reality
and that shit
You're the only thing allowed under my skin
I've been nice
I've been cold
I've been coloured paper with uneven folds
But whatever I did
Whatever random combination of buttons I hit
It's all led me here
Put the batteries in my halo
take my turn at playing the angel
Know I'll bury your bodies in the woods out the back
Trust I'm keen to repay the debt
of overlooking everything that I lack
Saturn's rings and their sickening spins
need to slow down a minute so I can
get a better grip
on reality
and that shit
You're the only thing allowed under my skin
And while I'm at it
I might as well say
you've been real good to me
I'm the waves swaying infinitely to your
pulsing beat
Saturn's rings and their sickening spins
need to slow down a minute so I can
get a better grip
on reality
and that shit
You're the only thing allowed under my skin
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2. |
BAZOOKA
03:08
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It's not just the spies, but the battalions
at my bedroom window
Throwing pebbles
burning pretty words
to get through the winter
It's barely
left my mind
while I'm lying awake at night
With dried eyes
With fixed teeth
Painted sorrows in my bin
Saving the feeling
I'd take it and run if I were you
Cutting my hair and changing my name
It's too much, too much
I'm everywhere all at once
It's too much, too much
I'm not bitter
I'm chocolate sweet
Sitting just rosy
Lonely on the moon
making friendly with the dunes
all weekend long
Slowly but surely
the days go by along the wall
The breaker hits and as it cedes in bits
I see whats left
It's too much, too much
I'm everywhere all at once
It's too much, too much
The time we spend
The lives unmended
by the lies we tell ourselves
It's all good fun
but it ain't worth that much
In the dim of the sodium streetlights
In the tracks in the snow
Now they only remain in the stains
in my winter boots
and the socks they ruined
It's too much, too much
The time we spend
The lives unmended
by the lies we tell ourselves
It's all good fun
but it ain't worth that much
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3. |
HOBBIES
04:16
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A light blue
above me dancing down along the moonbeams
and I pray
they support the weight
of my pockets
I made my bed
so here I'll lie till the morning comes
Gregor Samsa dreams
I'm turning about
In midair
Floating along the axis of the light
Half diluted
My being soaking through the cracks
From the morgue to the beach
it stays with me
on my eyelid insides
tauntingly
Under the sun
Hidden in the shade
Light crawling off
My crushed hands at the stake
My blood goes molten
Squirting from the pores poked
Dripping over my stuffing
Bursting from out amongst the seams
and I'm pulling and tearing to see
where it leads to
Like napkin ladders out the window
Back doors under cover of night
Stumbling dizzy through the forest in the moonlight
making trouble for the nightwatchers to make sure they're still awake
I made my bed
so here I'll lie till the morning comes
I stay still so gravity forgets about me
I'm lighting up the diary
I'm taking my mind for a right
Chucking value-laden
breaths and sighs into the night
I'm taking up new hobbies
Unmaking sense
I'm spending all my evenings
with my favourite plot convenience
From the morgue to the beach
it stays with me
on my eyelid insides tauntingly
Under the sun
Hidden in the shade
Light crawling off
My crushed hands at the stake
I made my bed
so here I'll lie till the morning comes
My mattress lumps are getting the better of me
A light blue
above me dancing down along the moonbeams
and I pray
they support the weight
I'm lighting up the diary
I'm taking my mind for a right
Chucking value-laden
breaths and sighs into the night
I'm taking up new hobbies
Unmaking sense
I'm spending all my evenings
with my favourite plot convenience
From the morgue to the beach
it stays with me
on my eyelid insides tauntingly
Under the sun
Hidden in the shade
Light crawling off
My crushed hands at the stake
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4. |
HARBOUR
03:44
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I've started to notice
the weeks passing by progressively quicker
It's starting to get me
right where it hurts
I feel my eyes crawl under the sink
I see my coats turn from dirty to dusty
before I can think
I hear the horns from the harbour sending
sailors off from the shore
But I can't help but keep noticing that
bird you said you adored
And I keep
in the sun
It's nice to think I once was
a special part of your heart
And no harm no foul
We're all maybe
ships been rebuilt from the start
I didn't really think much of it at the time
but looking back I'd do it all a thousand times
Life gets us all that way
and I guess we're just on for the ride
I am quite alright
My skinned knees have long since started
to heal
But lately I still feel like Ive been
stuck in the past
with a scar on my eyelid
blocking the mast
of the boat that Ive hedged all of my hopes on
the SS. "Life mostly goes on"
But I'm used to it
I'm making do
I'd pretty much moved on
but lately I've been falling apart
taking my chances in the dark
Making home in the chambers of your soul
Scratching my name on the tables on the low
Lights slammed on as the credits roll
Left stuck in my seat while everyone goes home
A type of lobotomy
that takes the best of me
Hole in my head screaming
I'm okay
It's nice to think I once was
a special part of your heart
And no harm no foul
We're all maybe
ships been rebuilt from the start
I didn't really think much of it at the time
but looking back I'd do it all a thousand times
Life gets us all that way
and I guess we're just on for the ride
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5. |
THE MOON
03:44
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Summer love on the cold tarmac
I've got blood in my veins again
Got the hole in my chest
Whistling so sweet to the sound of the wind
Gotta get more, more more
So the roar of the car exhaust
Suffocates the beating of your heart
Sipping on hot tea in the sun
My terror on a picnic blanket in the mud
Oh, I wanna make it last
till the last of the snows come down
Don't move
Do nothing
Don't move
I'm hiding away
on the road off the way
Shoveling dirt
And digging my grave
By trying to be smart
Trying to be honest
I'm still honestish
So when you've got it all
Let me know
So I know whether to bother
Or if it really
Drowned out the pumping of your heart
Or if it just
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