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Six Stars
05:23
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in november, a feeling fell
a fleeting thought of loneliness
i remember falling down
forgiving signs of hopelessness
trickling past sunday school lane
the deafening sound of myself thumbing my lapel
why do my friends always die on saturdays?
worth from every sinew, rinsing every ounce
why does the sight of water soothe me so,
when the touch of it frightens me to bits?
why am i soothed by the sound of friends of mine,
singing sorrows in my ears
life goes on, if it wants to
but i've lost track of having nowhere to be
i almost cried at whole of the moon
what a sight, teary eyed and tapping feet
it's another dark day, forgetting how i feel
head crushed against glass, inside and out
i don't wanna be anywhere at all
six stars light up your name on the living room wall
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2. |
Train Song
05:29
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top deck smells of stale smoke,
downstairs leaves me sick,
sea legs walk down archway road,
night has fallen and there's nothing i can do about it
semi conscious of the curve in my back
growing anxious seeing the kerb slope flat
from the bull ring to the letterbox
streetlights strapped with flowers wilting through bike locks
i gotta get away from this day to day running around
i'm a lucky man,
every night i walk home alone
draped head to toe in black,
pocket palms and headphones on
sitting pretty somewhere guilty and safe,
it's a fear i can escape
funny frantic eyes cracking, insane,
it's a fear i can't explain
it's another god damn train song
january 22
her eyes on the horizon
and me, in a staring contest with my shoes
i should feel luckier than i do
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3. |
Above The Rain
03:07
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my heart is heavy, my head is the weight
a miracle hangs, above the rain
"a certainty of form, never compromised"
a useless truth, plagiarised
sideburns give way to brillo pad beard
reading i'm trying, but i'm barely here
eyes sunken in to head, skin crumbles from my neck
features strong a stare, but weak once you inspect
does everyone think about me as much as i do?
or is my teenage angst at 25 no longer quite so cute?
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4. |
Topsy Turvy
06:00
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palm prints on the soda stream
pennies priceless, burn through seems
memorising numbers i'll never call
from business cards pinned on meeting room walls
taschen books as decoration
art graduates on the phones
the ego on me to write a word
clothed and fed at the end of the world
would you rather be the punchline in a stranger's inside joke, or the asshole in another stranger's story? or trying to see black fields through your own reflected face, on your third train of the day, delayed and running hours late?
too frozen by fear to leave your seat
ringing in your ears, glitter at your feet
it's another way for the days to tear apart
stunted malaise, waiting to start
would you like to be a simple man? hold simple pleasures in your simple hand? would you like to start a wedding band? singing simple covers of steely dan?
i've been waiting for you to show me something new,
but i've lost my touch for falling in love
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5. |
Tranquility Seven
02:06
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crawling across the floors of silent seas
have i ever loved anything enough,
to peacefully cease to be?
tranquility seven,
a sombre scene,
my blue eye black from the battering
the lack of sleep,
the silent thing,
five yards back, the clattering
of my teeth, shaking my grin
a hanging man drops to the stream
warm air, cold breeze, sensibility
seeing men move from eye to eye in shadowed corners of my mind
crawling across the floors of silent seas
slow death, slow love,
it's all i see
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6. |
Baby, I'm Bored
11:56
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cracking cheap jokes from the cheap seats
but i'm too scared to laugh
can't bring myself to leave the house
can't see myself in the dark
it seems we're all so sick of losing,
can't we call the whole thing off?
gallantly endearing to a generation lost,
baby, i'm bored
it seems some things are never ending
i think only love and war
but all the messages we're sending
are just calling out for more
i've had deja vu within a dream
and it never felt so real
as calling you from my living room
to see if you'd been killed
baby, i'm bored
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