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Spinning in figure of eight.
The false omen of a snake at the foot of your bed,
like a shovel where the handle breaks digging your own grave.
and all of the time that I ever wasted with you
that I wish I could
(get back) (float)
Regain my time.
Reclaim the time I gave away.
Away Away Away Away
I’m never gonna find my wasted time.
The sly robber who forgets to take the bag of gold,
and all the fine crockery that chips and cracks.
and all of the storms that I ever weathered with you
that I wish I could
(get back) (float)
Regain my time
Reclaim the time I gave away
Away Away Away Away
I’m never gonna find my wasted time
Spinning in a figure of eight.
All of the time you’re gnawing on your tail.
It’s the panic you make
getting stuck on getting stuck on
Spinning in a figure of eight.
All of the time you’re gnawing on your tail
It’s a terrible fate
watching all these spinning plates, and
watch them fall and break (and)
watch them fall and break (and)
watch them fall and break (and)
watch them fall and break (and)
all the veils will fall before your eye(s)
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TOKYO GRIME
03:16
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TOKYO GRIME
That certain mood,
(as I feel it all going wrong again)
And all these bad rhythms,
two steps ahead of time
Old Black sand pulling
on the trick of yearning.
Making me shimmer, sweating
unwavering lights.
Short breath fills the gaps between the branches,
filling volumes
and the ache inside my hip bones,
like the pages of a book.
And i see the mask slip
on the empty malice behind the sea of smiles
in a glorified box for all.
AND THE BAD WIND BLOWS
I hope you find your silent solace
I really do
Cos it’s gonna come back to you.
and I hope you buy all the things you were promised
I really do
cos it’s gonna come back to you.
And I’ll orchestrate my own disaster thank you
and FUCK YOU for your time.
Cos I’ll march myself right out this pit
Cos it’s novel, but it rhymes.
Analogue to:
It’s the hunt for food, but soft and of no nourishment,
and in being rude
(as you’re digging through the records)
please startle me!
In good conscience
stop that hackneyed white lie chorus
and let it all rip again.
Cos I know, from the corners of my inner eye
What sharks you are
Shadows shifting silent under sand.
and I can feel my own revulsion thank you
and it doesn’t matter anyway!
AND IN A FIT OF LAUGHING.
I hope you find your silent solace
I really do
Cos it’s gonna come back to you
and i hope you buy all the things you were promised
i really do
cos it’s gonna come back to you
and I’ll orchestrate my own disaster thank you
and FUCK YOU for your time
cos I’ll march myself right out this pit myself
cos it’s awful, but it’s mine.
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Romance ain't dead.
05:14
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Romance ain’t dead.
A boy in a box
in a car
in a class room,
a playground,
a woodland,
a waiting room surgery.
awake in a bed,
asleep in a job
a till queue for liberty
your number never would
(come)
Take your time to die
While you’re complaining
Wear your smile wide
while your faith is draining away
you should know
that you never knew anything
you never knew anything at
all.
A girl a state,
in a fix,
in her head room,
a kitchen,
a car yard,
a basement door burglary.
Bin bags for grins,
and fruit on the vine.
A yearning for clarity,
teeth brushed
and blood on her
(gums)
Take your time to die
While you’re complaining
Wear your smile wide
while your faith is draining away
you should know
that you never knew anything
you never knew anything at
all.
If
Anyone says
that romance is dead
They’ve never got passed the skin and the bones
All the trials
of Love laboured lost
is the place where the mysteries roam.
Falling through the tunnel of lights
Slipping through the cracks in the floor.
Never falling
but always remain
YOU SHOULD KNOW!
Never grasp any more
Cos
All that that i ever asked of myself was
That i opened my eyes
(Yeah)
All that that i ever asked of myself was
That i opened my eyes
My eyes
Your eyes
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4. |
Shadow (In a doorway)
04:34
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Door way
in a door way
In a door way again
Shadow
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5. |
Bad baby Crow.
05:18
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Bad Baby Crow.
You never got passed the green
Did you know
How to find your way
back? when you were
able to stay.
Bad Baby Crow
why won’t you fly
wheeling ahead
when your mother calls you
Bad Baby crow
why won’t you feed
using the bread and cheese I threw at you.
Bad baby crow
sullen and brown
stomping around
you should leave the ground
bad baby crow
your crown of gold
the sea gulls won’t scold your first flight from here.
Bad Baby Crow
In the place where the mysteries unfold.
Need to hide yourself away from here
shining black as a crystal tear.
Bad Bay Crow
gonna see your shadow climb
Bad Baby Crow
I knew you were mine.
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