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Death Duties
03:13
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Buff my crown and dust my rings,
The insects want me for their king,
And all the love that I’ll ever need,
An audience for falling trees.
And if there’s a catch, It’s this:
What if I don’t resist?
And if there’s a time, it’s now.
Haul to me anyhow.
I’ll halt your thoughts and haunt your dreams.
You’ll find me in the smallest things,
But all the trace that I’ll ever leave,
Shake, shake, shake for falling leaves.
And if there’s a catch, it’s this:
What if I don’t exist?
And if there’s a plan, act now.
Pull to me anyhow.
Hold me close ‘till I pass out…
Break my hands and cut my strings,
The angels want me for their king.
And all the love that I’ll ever leave,
Shake, shake, shake for falling leaves.
And if there’s a catch, it’s this:
What if I don’t resist?
And if there’s a time, it’s now.
Haul to me anyhow.
Hold me close ‘till I pass out…
Safe Word
Heavens above, what have you done?
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Safe Word
03:57
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Heavens above, what have you done?
When your dad finds out he’ll tear you a new one.
Do you feel alright, do you feel alright?
Cherie Bee, show the world that you’ve got the nerve to fall.
You’re making a fool of everyone.
Well here you are: Heaven-sent like a plague of locusts.
I’m a dog in a burning car.
Let my rescue become your focus.
Don’t look at me, it’s not my fault
You’re cut off at the knees when you should be ten feet tall.
Your terrible beauty leaves me cold.
I’m too tired to play these games now, and I’m too old.
Do you feel alright, do you feel alright?
Do you think you could drive me home tonight?
Because I’ve had all the drink that I can hold.
Well here we are: on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
It was good but we pushed too hard
Now the stars are too dark to make out.
Do you hear that?
Is that the sound of progress?
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3. |
Real Boy
05:10
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Tiny threads of broken stars make me who I am. I see the world through button eyes as marionette hands deliver me all wreathed in shit – a candidate for love; while voices marry to emit their liturgy above, saying, ‘People are such fragile things; they break so easily. In living we make promises, in death we cannot keep’.
So, I’ll count my blessings every day, and fold them like a map. If you’ll chart my course ‘cross unquiet seas, baby, I’ll change you like a plan.
But hope is not a luxury, and love is not a right. To desire and to be desired; to cherish and take flight.
And life is such a biter pill: it burns as it goes down. Your eye-lids open to reveal the fast-approaching ground.
I wish I was a real boy and more than just a dream. An instrument to seek joy:
In the dreams of sleeping millions
In the thoughts of unborn children
In the smiles of missing persons
You will find me there:
In the hell of good intentions
Inventories of failed inventions
Books that never will be written
You will find me there…
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Killers
04:12
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How many times have miracles happened?
How many times have dreams come true?
How many times have you been drunk with expectation?
And how many times did your plans fall through?
Who shot the stars out of their heavens?
Who slipped the gun into your hand?
Who spent today trying to find a way
To explain in words you’d understand?
I asked them to find me a killer in a world full of killers,
And they found you.
Mock sun on the horizon:
A crooked smile of broken teeth.
Nobody really believes in anything anymore
And there’s no prospect of relief.
We spent our childhoods building monsters.
When we got tired, we turned them loose.
The only difference between the animals and us
Is the capacity to choose.
I asked them to find me a killer in a world full of killers,
And they found you.
‘Cos in our hearts we are killers in a world full of killers.
Sometimes you have to be bad to be good,
Sometimes it pays to lose control.
We’ve been plotting all our lives,
White as lambs, quiet as knives,
Murders of our own design;
Beautiful, incarnadine.
I asked them to find me a killer in a world full of killers,
And they found you.
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Fascinator
03:04
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Some are born to sweet delight, some are born to endless night;
I was born to make up the numbers.
Some are lost, some are found
Somewhere safe beneath the ground,
Where helping hands are keeping me under.
Every heartbeat, every breath, leaves me scared to fucking death.
All our nights strangled at birth, all our days snapped off at the neck.
You promised me nothing. You delivered.
Love is strange, love is blind.
Love is faithless and unkind,
And it doesn’t matter how you get there.
You can run or you can stay, it’s going to find you either way.
It hunts you down and draws you in,
You can fight but you won’t win.
And every heartbeat, every breath will leave you scared to fucking death.
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Ambergris
03:47
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I was born underground.
Now I’m ready to be found.
Pick me up, take me home
Keep me safe from harm
I’ll keep holding on for something better.
Hurry up, cut a path to my petrified heart.
You creep me out. How hard can it be?
There’s a science to it all;
You won’t feel nothing at all.
You creep me out. How hard can it be?
Take a chance; risk a fall
Or you won’t feel nothing; nothing at all.
Now I’m leaving the ground,
And I’m never coming down.
Past the rooftops and trees,
Carried along with the breeze.
Will you keep holding out for someone better?
Hurry up; pick the lock to my booby-trapped heart.
You creep me out. How hard can it be?
There’s a science to us all;
I don’t feel nothing at all
But you creep me out. How hard can it be?
Take a chance; risk a fall.
You won’t feel nothing; nothing at all.
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7. |
Enemies
03:58
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Lights out. Putting the kids to bed.
Knives out. Kicking the day to death.
I don’t have the energy to keep making enemies.
I don’t have the time to care.
Contact. Always the last to know.
Context. Always the first to go.
I don’t have the energy to keep making enemies.
I don’t have the time to care.
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Pachyderm
03:26
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Loneliness: kick off your shoes and make yourself at home.
Emptiness: builds in the corners, gathering like dust.
I once had a feeling, once had a feeling,
Won’t do that again.
I once had a feeling, once had a feeling,
Won’t do that again soon. I won’t do that again soon.
Here you come riding in with the sun in your eyes.
It’s a lie, but I don’t really care.
Tenderness: where have you gone and when are you coming home?
‘Cos emptiness: fills up my doorways, gathering like snow.
I once had a feeling, once had a feeling,
Won’t do that again.
I once had a feeling, I once had a feeling,
Won’t do that again soon. I won’t do that again soon.
Here you come riding in with the sun in your eyes.
It’s a lie, but I don’t really care.
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9. |
All's Well That Ends
03:36
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The Comet Line UK
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