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Winning Or Losing
02:46
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can only sleep on trains if they're moving
trying to make out if that means anything
or if I'm just boring
and trying to make it mean something
Star Trek on mute with St Swithin’s Day playing
trying to work out if I'm winning or losing
or if I'm just boring
and trying to make this mean something
hiding away with real meaning
sticking by notions with no hope of convincing
anyone
while they slip away
one by one
just a boring boy
such a boring boy
never answers his phone
never checks his diary
could sit on this floor
and connect the fairy lights like moles on your neck
or drink this red
and fall asleep on it instead
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Danzig Queen
02:16
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I get why you wanted a rest
you were tired
now I'm tired of waiting
through lies I spotted a truth
it fell down
right beside you
this part of me’s like that part of her
we were tied
we grew new skin at the same time
bullshit you know which is my truth
except for this
it’s not like I do
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this is our life now
lying on floors
the drafts under doors
waking us early
we'll walk to town
the vapour clouds
lift from the night before
this time you're the tonic
and each night we're apart
feels like a wasted opportunity
we could be chatting in the dark
be born, be worm, be tired
love playing the game
now’s the time
my turny to leave
I was screaming from the pain
I'm tearing up I'm the baby
and my parents have both died
I'm an orphan in a world where
the hunter's homicidal
in your new car
driving circles around us
in a service station car park
filling up on samosas
and crisps
and that
we see the same people every year
but it still feels like we're going somewhere
we go to houseparties and hang out by ourselves
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4. |
Deer Doery
02:31
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I'm not writing to myself
for my own health
just while I'm in a position to
stop myself making the same mistakes
I thought better thinking now than fretting later
need a mnemonic to get me through the day
Like Apples Use Great Heart To Exercise Restraint
try to live my life one page at a time
but I should just read to the end
never mind the challenge
and use this cheat sheet to win big
make her laugh
be inconsiderately charming
it'll be hard for her
to resist you
take her by the horns, so to speak
catch her stealing a glance
and you want to touch her white spots
stroke her back and tell her she's great
in the cinema, my deer hoof on her shoulder
I'm holding the popcorn and she reaches over
we both go in at the same time
though I only go to follow
I'm forcing a situation where
we fumble hooves together
I step back from the honey trap
and see what I am doing
I'm not the kind of buck
who tries his luck
with any tail going
I put my leg back to my side
stand up straight, apologise
and move on with my life
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“we're not complicit
everybody's doing it
let's give our information
to the corporations!
let's give up our paperbacks
upload them to our tablets!
let's subscribe to Sky
we'll get Goals On Sunday!
don't make us guilty
we all have to play it!”
but when the far right executive
deletes Ray Bradbury
don't tell me you appreciate the irony
and when the global conglomerates
eat all competition
don't tell me your fucking hungry
and when 'privacy' is history
then...
you'll find me drowning in a bath of Yazoo
with the following carved into my torso
so this is why I quit
I know you'll hate me for it
but when the shit hits
don't pretend you weren't a part of it
you complain about the mice
but you never clean your kitchen
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6. |
Lou's Anxiety Song
02:03
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why was he born so beautiful
the memory of him is a constant torment
when I think I'm being bold
but the letters are scrawny
when I know what you'll say back
but you don't say that
my skin's crawling
I take great strides
but every time I know my legs
will lose their structural integrity
I don't get up
you, me and LB are on the ground
bummed they don't appreciate complexity
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Cheek Next To Yours
02:52
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trundling along the m40
into the vacant mocking gob of reality
you said this year was the year without regret
but you said that last year
and last year
and maybe I'm slowly starting to get it
and all I wanna do is
put my cheek next to yours
all of yours
all six of yours
and for there to be no implications
for there to be no sharing of information
put down your phones
unplug your mindsets
no photos no video
I just wanna put my cheek next to yours
there is nothing to say
and that's okay
I just wanna put my cheek next to yours
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there’s condensation on the inside of the vase
the flowers started dying point away from where you are
the sun has not come up
autumn’s piled on in
struggling to find a place to hang my washing
turning the heating on
I want to feel something
pumping in the back of the van
shouting as loud as we can
all rats, all of time
it’s not driving fast, it’s driving with style
pushed in the lake to give us a place where we can start it
got my book back “Team Jess” scribbled in the margins
he may be taller but he’s got better hair
and a wild streak stretching from here to there
turn the tv on
I want to feel something
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Ibiza Rocks
02:07
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dropped out of Yale
your most pressing concern
is getting the intercom working
your Birkin bag hangs on your arm
like your grandmother dragging you down
they're still to set a wedding date
as Rory Gilmore's autumn break
stretches towards a second semester
by the side of the road
kicking butt
and taking names
be more humble
you used to know when you were wrong
you used to hide it better
April comes and April stays
Rory gets her act together
and goes back to Yale
but in an ideal world
Rory, Lane and $9000
run away and join Jess in Philadelphia
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10. |
Eat My Dog
03:20
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three ciders by the station
trying to ease the pain of a double relegation
seems as good a cue as any
to end these soccer eulogies
a sorry state of inebriation
trying to run in this sorry state of a nation
yet paper on the 14:46
screams Immigrant Scroungers Get Them Out Quick
another party rhetoric in a country run by pricks
let's get back to the football, fuck it
but some wolves fans sang as homophobes
whilst in response Brighton waved their ten pound notes
head in hands contemplating trips
to Vale Park and Gresty Road
is there no escape
you've ruined my escape
a great potential for social protest:
a cesspool of money and racial hate
so I run into the bookies
thinking here at least I’m lost at least I’m free
not noticing the CCTV
oblivious to the irony
those rum and colas weren't so sweet
and it's only 15:23
head in hands in the lavatory
singing to myself
after these ten units
I'm Dylan, Lacey, Prince and Gracie D
but people are looking at me funny
and these ugly thoughts come back to me
and I wish
I wish I wish
I wish they'd sung:
I'd rather be a scrounger than a liar
I'd rather be a scrounger
than setting people against each other
how are your hands not bloody with another hate crime murder?
and hey let's do what you say
let's give up our human rights for a day
cause these things don't matter, these things don't matter, do they
yeah, hi, hey let's do what you say
let's give up our workers rights for a share in a company
cause these things don't matter, these things don't matter, do they....
sorry to spell it out so simply
but it seems nobody wants to see
sure accuse me of hyperbole
but all I hear is property
put a dollar on my head
twist my face into a pound sign
quantify my thoughts and feelings
and eat my dog
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I'm crushin all the time
it's all I think about
I’m nausing myself hard
teach me to live without
I'm going outside
I'm lying there
getting bites all over.
my body parts
left half in the shade
right half not in the shade
feeling it for real
in my skin and in my eyes
you're recklessly
at home in my head
knocking over the furniture
and breaking the bed
I'm going outside
I’m walking there
getting bites all over
my body parts
holding onto vines
and scraping ankles
feeling it for real
in my arms and in my legs
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from a night out
to hanging out
in a friendly houseshare
I'm sat down
you're complicit
you're happy now
I'm glad
I'm sorry for messing you around
tongues touching
we're in a compromised embrace
on the corner of sofa
struggling for space
if it wasn’t for the situation
I’d try harder to do right by you
you’re so beautiful
I’m the luckiest person here
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Ace Bushy Striptease Birmingham
From Birmingham England. Five piece diy pop-punk group. Short songs avoiding repetition. Girls crying into microphones.
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