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She Shoots On Video
05:26
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Cruel sun.
I want to be how it feels.
The wise old man is anything but wise.
Don't believe in a god, but I believe in you.
Take my soul and keep it sewn.
She shoots on video.
The sounds on the stereo
Cruel sun.
I want to see if it's real.
These white pills are everything but kind.
Don't believe in luck, but I believe in love.
Take my soul and keep it sewn.
She shoots on video.
The sounds on the stereo
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2. |
Of Mars
03:24
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We're running out of ways to scare ourselves....
Well I've got a brand new heart,
It's driving you insane.
You pull up out the front,
You said load it up at once.
Well I didn't bring no rocket fuel,
But I see you brought some spare.
We're running out of ways to scare ourselves.
We're on the ride again so learn to roll with it friend.
I know it's hard sometimes but we'll be there in a minute.
We'll be there in a minute.
Well I've got a brand new heart,
Still driving you insane.
You said let's travel to outer space,
Become residents of mars.
And all the martians they will sing,
About the love the people bring.
We're running out of ways to scare ourselves.
We're on the ride again so learn to roll with it friend.
I know it's hard sometimes but we'll be there in a minute.
We'll be there in a minute.
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3. |
Sleep Walker
02:59
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Just don't tell me that you want it,
'Cause I want it too.
Just don't tell me that you're not.
'Cause I'm right on you.
I'm sleep walking yet I dream we're lying round
And in this dream oh boy he screams as the touch goes down.
Just don't tell me that you want it
Oh I want you.
Just don't tell me that you're not
Cause I'll jump your bones
I'm sleep walking yet I dream we're lying round
And in this dream oh boy he screams as the touch goes down.
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4. |
Good Morning Dysphoria
03:18
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So I guess good morning.
I'd greet you with a smile, but I won't.
Look under the covers to find that you are.
And the mind seems to fixate.
I'd fall back asleep If I were able.
They say your reality is your perception.
So you cannot win this.
No, you cannot win this fight.
You're screaming aloud,
But the words don't come out.
And the urge to medicate,
To push and tempt fate.
And we'll do it again,
Till the sunrise comes around.
So I guess good morning,
Hanging over from a real good high.
But man that shower damn near kills me,
I think my friends all think I'm crazy.
So you cannot win this.
No, you cannot win this fight.
You're screaming aloud,
But the words don't come out.
And the urge to medicate,
To push and tempt fate.
And we'll do it again,
Until you pass out....
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5. |
Radioman
04:04
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I feel so fucking sad, Dear Mr Radioman.
Work wasn't bad, but it wasn't great.
This cardboard cutout feels the same.
On my way down, I spotted him lying,.
I offered him coins, he said I want change.
Dear Mr Radioman, I feel so fucking sad.
Dear Mr Radioman, I feel so fucking sad.
Sad...............
Sad..........
Tonight brings, the end of a life.
The least of my worries is getting it right.
On my way down, tell the Pod I love.
Kick my shoes off, this curb is mine.
Dear Mr Radioman, I feel so fucking sad.
Dear Mr Radioman, I feel so fucking sad.
Sad...............
Sad...............
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6. |
How Long Have You Got?
04:47
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You don't know who I am, with the left side on your arm.
Hear the sound of the alarm, as it pours on through the wall.
Find a note attached to the bed, it reads you came home with me instead.
Swallow three, open the blinds - Is this the world you hoped to find?
She said.........
How long have you got?
Climb a height outside the house,you say you'll jump if you come down.
I don't know what to say, you don't know me anyway.
Just place a flower on my chest, some pretty words as I'm laid to rest.
She said..........
How long have you got?
I'm not going anywhere..............
She said...........
She said...........
How long have you got?
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Nasa Soundcloud sample - edited.
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Been floating around
Now free falling.
Who took the man from the moon?
'Cause he's missing.
In this perfect vacuum it's just aching bones.
My poetry read aloud so to oppose.
A silly little black bird, home at sea.
Empty space between the cracks in my philosophy.
Question this, question that, do not accept.
(Aching bones)
Been floating around.
Now free falling.
Who took the man from the moon?
'Cause he's missing.
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8. |
Delusional Discovery
03:42
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Anxious.
Anxious.
A little bit crazy, too androgynous.
Sit and watch a bird, fleeing from her nest.
And a bottle of white, and a pack of golden v.
As for this and that, I'm not who I seem to be.
Delusional discovery, it's always leading to freedom.
Frustrated with the shapes, deflated by the taste.
What happened to the art of conversation?
If you can hear it beat, I'm giving up this space.
Anxious.
Anxious.
A little bit queer, with quirky on the side.
A flamboyant hairstyle and a dress that's not your size.
Falling down a rabbit hole, speaking of that Jack/Cat
Tell him I owe him and that I've got his back.
Delusional discovery, it's always leading to freedom.
Frustrated with the shapes, deflated by the taste.
What happened to the art of conversation?
If you can hear it beat, I'm giving up this space.
Giving up, giving up, giving up this space.
Giving up, giving up, I'm giving up.
Anxious......
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You're drifting away on this old log.
The waves are rough but they sooth.
No concept of time and the paint resembles pain.
The paint resembles pain.
Your drifting awaits.
Slowly sinking.
Needy bones are shown.
Slowly sink-in.
Anorexia loathes.
Slowly sinking.
Needy bones are shown.
Slowly sink-in.
As you sit there, quiet in the dark.
Straight into the mind as you are overrun.
The clouds they form, your picture is tainted.
Your drifting awaits........
Slowly sinking.
Needy bones are shown.
Slowly sink-in.
Anorexia loathes.
Slowly sinking.
Needy bones are shown.
Slowly sink-in.
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10. |
Ever So
02:10
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Year down the line, I'm still biding my time.
It's never been perfect, but that's not the point.
A mere observation would shatter our spine.
Spirit of conversation is clearly not light.
And I couldn't give a shit, how it all ends.
But that's all you talk, as if it's a trend.
Year down the line, I'm still wasting my time.
Ever so head fucked, but we fucked through the night.
Our inhibitions are silently low.
Spirit of new years, is beginning to show
And I couldn't give a shit, how it all ends.
But that's all you talk, as if it's a trend.
And I couldn't give a shit, how it all ends.
Never been worth this, but neither have you.
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Do you want to come and party with me?
Do you want to come party with me, we could stay out till two or three?
We could go up Haughmond hill and pretend we love ourselves.
It's a matter of opinion, but I think it's you I need.
An you can come as you are, or come as you please.
I'm getting lower and harder to please,
While you a smiling, it's easy for me.
While you are smiling...
Do you want to come party with me? Lets smoke ourselves silly
An we can lie in your bed and fuck away our heads.
It's a matter opinion, but I think we'll do just fine
la-da-dada-da-da I'm ready for another line.
Like a pizza party.
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12. |
Freak & Mind
05:37
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Isolated in a circle, triangle or square.
I admit that I'm going soon and I've no idea where.
I have driven round the bend and found nothing but flat,
All that I have spoken of, what becomes of that?
I don't get to rest that much, when I do these dreams,
I swear it's like they're messing with me, telling me not to sleep.
There's a pink little book that stores what I think, and it's titled "please don't breathe"
Dear body in knots, dear body has cuts, dear body, I love you not.
It's a choice that you've made, always.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
Out of your freak & mind?
'Cause I am.
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Part 1 & 2 Instrumental
Part 3 - Featuring Heléna Lewis.
You say you want to die but you live,
What's the matter have you lost your nerve?
Talking to the walls for comfort,
Add another hit to rewind.
Take a step up to the place you go,
Feel the shaking in your clothes.
A skinny figure falls but not for long,
Caught herself on the wire.
Adjust the stare that's creeping in,
Some neat persistence from the daily routine.
Inside the box that's sealed and tucked,
Defeated by the bond they share.
An awkward glance which captures a blip,
An image of vulgar content.
A second too late, awakens a dormant thought......
You say you want to die but you live,
What's the matter have you lost your nerve?
A skinny figure falls but not for long,
Caught herself on the wire.
On the wire, her.
On the wire, her.
On the wire.
On the wire.
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