1. |
Negative One
02:41
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Negative one is eggs rolling over in the pot.
Saying “I love you” down the phone stood unblinking in the airport.
Who was I before? Last to move is last to grow.
It finally clicks; if you’re paying attention it’s 666
Sucking your thumb, next to unknown and knowing no one.
Luck isn’t dumb when it’s the only thing you can rely on.
Negative charm swept in your arms I really realise
Negative one a slap on the wrist is making mince meat
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2. |
Doors
02:48
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Puddles of bobby pins, mountains of credit cards,
Dale Downer pushes to the back of the bus.
Death mask waiting in a bag at the dry cleaners
Black shoe shopping for the queen of dust
Yes it’s all genuine; yes it’s all counterfeit,
Knowing the difference is a culture for idiots.
Doors you can’t open with the keys you were given
I resort to digging through the puddles of bobby pins, mountains of credit cards
Photos of monuments, statues of Stalinists,
Vida loca bleeding in the back of the Volkswagen.
Photos of monuments, statues of credit cards,
Things are getting better not that it was ever too hard.
Doors you can’t open with the keys you were given
I go back to digging…
Doors you can’t open with the keys you were given
I go back to digging through the puddles of bobby pins, mountains of credit cards.
Puddles of bobby pins
Mountains of credit cards
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3. |
Piran
03:50
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Mothers in the riviera
Tin, copper, china miners
Piran when the dust has settled:
“Ashes to riches; holy holy”
Bringers of the executions,
Unitary lizard saviours,
456 and under 30s
True romantic triple river
Preaching to the new aesthetic,
Is that another cup of softened water?
You know I’m usually on board but this time it’s personal
Surf’s up
Building big inside your shadow,
Cotton webbing round your ankles,
Sitting with the bases loaded,
Knock you down until you’re nothing
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4. |
Weight
02:22
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Trying to sleep off the weight gain like stomach pain
Was too much of a good thing; too much ice cream.
I wish I could say I was impressed
The laughter; the flattening
The internet is levelling
The internet is everything
Lay me down
Lay me down
Honestly
Lay me down
Weigh me down
Weigh me down
Oh to sleep
Lay me down
Choking on the pit and peachy keen,
Reality exists in Ponzi schemes,
I wish I had your agility
The fridge is full, the lights are on
There’s nothing new, the lights are on
Lay me down
Lay me down
Honestly
Lay me down
Weigh me down
Weigh me down
Oh to sleep
Lay me down
Trying to sleep off the weight gain
I wish I could say it’s working
The internet is levelling
The internet is everything
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5. |
Book II
02:50
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Book II, start in the middle
Work your way around to the end of the middle.
Look through something that you’re missing
We’re getting closer every day to finally beginning.
Art is blood and getting fed up
It’s “over and done”
It’s nowhere to run
En route; static in a cop car
And when they fall in love it still means nothing
Look through straight to the middle
Work your way around to the end of the middle
Book II; another dimension
There’s violence everyday
Pay no attention
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6. |
Slasher
03:19
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Greyed out left the shower on;
I predicted tears at the marathon
I predicted lines on a page,
I self satisfied for an age.
Henceforth all my references
Shall be written out like condolences:
Just lines on a page.
Couldn’t bear to bare it all
Couldn’t bear to sing a song
But to laugh at something so sad
And you forget it’s what you don’t have
Stupid stars melting on the blue
Stupid me and stupid you
Might bare it all
Half truths and a finger knot
People cross their hearts up until they’re caught.
People stop and start, people start and stop.
People never cry when they’re out of luck.
Eyes dart with a poison tip
Force it til it fits fits fits fits fits fits.
Tethered to the one you love,
You only hurt the one you love.
Couldn’t bear to bare it all,
Couldn’t bear to sing a song,
But to laugh at something so sad,
You forget it’s what you don’t have.
Stupid stars melting on the blue
Stupid me and stupid you
Might bare it all
You don’t have the time to breakdown anymore,
If desire is desire
Would you give in to control?
Tongue in cheek
Gets hard to beat
Who’s keeping score?
Slashing tire after tire
You don’t want me anymore
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7. |
Ring of Hands
03:06
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Ring of hands; circle always empty
Leave a lasting epitaph: “The acting Queen of Purse Strings”
I surmise your eyes are rolling glibly
Pithy sighs that can’t betray the tissues on the car seat.
Round the room a plastic page
When you bend is when I break.
Burn the bridge at either end,
When you break is when I
Winter creaks, reflections on a window,
Looking through the mirror as you’re miming back to cradle
Gathered here; bluebirds in the briar field,
It’s just the name you gave to me I call
Round the room a plastic page
When you bend is when I break.
Burn the bridge at either end,
When you break is when I bend
To your will and to your health.
In your wavering of hands that
Slap your back, they ebb and swarm,
When you end the drape gets torn.
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8. |
Idle
03:51
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stillness is a luxury, rise and sink in to the sheets.
shutting down is agony, costs too much to blink and breathe
glue me to the biofeed, forget your needs just hit the peaks
terror is an urban scream unreleased when fear is free
maybe you’re too soft, working your ass off
baby it’s hard to under the bus.
when there are nightmares over the daydreams
over the doldrums bigger than us.
maybe you’re too tough, working your hands rough
i bet it’s nothing i couldn’t top
cross the line
It’s funny how a ceiling can shut you in
cross the line
pencil thin and hard to watch, seeds just stick and starve
you’re caught hanging like an undone belt, you tell yourself you tell yourself:
what you want is what you get
i’m sorry if i seem upset
it’s just been it’s just been
a long week
maybe you’re too soft, working your ass off
baby it’s hard to under the bus.
when there are nightmares over the daydreams
over the doldrums bigger than us.
maybe you’re too tough, working your hands rough
i bet it’s nothing i couldn’t top
crossing the line again
funny how a ceiling can shut you in
crossed the line
had jennifer had jonathan
spun every web that one could spin
flung everything in to the bin
had jennifer
had jonathan
had jennifer
had jonathan
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9. |
Party Up
04:18
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I’m coming up to ruin the party.
At once a new glory!
I’m only texting to say that it’s not working out.
Your sides are splitting;
“So this is winning?”
Looked slower in movies but I can’t place the feeling.
Woke up still dreaming.
What lies beyond mindless?
Absolute kindness and
Someone who stands at the side to towel you off
But I’m coming up so watch out
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