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Nihilist Disco
03:36
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They all filed in, under the grey lamp-light,
The tables were all set for one, so I guess they got the ending right.
I spiked my wine with mercury, sprinkled ash upon my fries,
And as the room began to fill, we mumbled our goodbyes.
And we danced so clean, and we danced so dry,
With no-one touching no-one, 'cos we had no appetite,
And we danced so clean, and we danced so dry,
We made all this from nothing, and nothing will return (in time).
It got late, oblivion grew nigh,
Itchy in our mortal skins, so we tossed them aside,
Our senses were no use to us, everything they said were wrong,
But as the wind caressed my cheek, I had already gone.
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2. |
The Outer Edge Of Things
04:34
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It starts with a snowbound scene, whichever place-name you prefer,
Have you ever felt that clean?
To end and begin again, the wind blows out of habit now,
What keeps you going?
I'd reached the outer edge of things.
You save what can be saved, but all that you brought home,
Was distance by degrees.
The fights have all been fought, so build a castle from the scraps,
Begin to hope, heft it in your hands, whisper grand plans.
They are what's keeping you from me.
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3. |
Communique
03:58
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All the time, good intentions and bad wine, intertwined.
Tried to sort my shit out and I did, seven different piles there on the bed.
Want to tell you everything I felt, but it's mostly electricity, and dying cells.
Everything I have to say, communique.
A feeble message on its way, communique.
Across the choking, rainclouds forming, sodden airwaves.
Made a field of sound like driving rain, a soaking metaphor in sound.
They're the bits I could not explain, an optimistic communique.
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4. |
Under iPhone Light
04:53
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And the night grew dim,
Like a crummy jewel
Under iphone light.
Encrusted with,
All the different shades,
That you'd hoped for.
Pose just right,
It was dignified,
It was vulnerable.
And you don't care,
But I don't mind,
Most polite.
Entropy,
Growing still,
Curving line.
Heat grown cold,
Young turns old.
And I mean what I say... mostly.
Is that enough?
I look at what awaits me,
Is it enough?
Bones worn down and there is no cure,
But I look so fine, and you said that you,
Want to make your acquaintance,
With the lines where I break each time.
Wind flows around a careless crowd,
All douchebags like me, but they haven't found,
That tap of truth, take a tiny taste, and watch me drown.
Pose just so, dignified but vulnerable,
Homing in on my presentation, regression back to zero.
I still had time to break with tradition,
Fused joints and confused women,
Some pills, a workaday shill,
With a cane, and a sad disposition.
It's pretty heavy.
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5. |
If You're Asking
04:27
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This place is a tomb, shadows creep from the sky,
Through the cracks that emerge, when the world rushes by,
From the speed and the stress, you weren't built for this life, were you?
I walked down the street, my beloved by my side,
No mention of the spark that had flickered and died,
Just a wet tinder box and I want to get off this ride.
My song, I swear,
You wouldn't like me if I told the truth,
But I'll show you how the blur begins.
So much to gain,
True love, cure pain,
Every advantage is hidden from my eyes,
How can you speak of privilege, when everything I own is mine?
If you don't succeed, it's cos you never really tried.
With you black armband and your bleeding heart,
Why should I apologise for a war I didn't start?
Thinking of the future's easier, if you forget your past.
We disagree,
But you can't blame history,
If I've misplaced these memories.
So much to gain,
True love, cure pain.
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6. |
Tiny Moon, Tiny Fate
04:27
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Tiny moon, tiny fate,
Growing all the time, it's growing late.
Trying to understand empty shadows,
History's arrow, and I'm the tip.
The place we left behind is gone,
Rug pulled up, weeds overgrown,
Consisting only in stained glass fragments,
Tell me how that feels.
There's a red raw place deep inside, I protect it with hate,
Places where we hide, places where we ache,
Nothing more than a lifetime feeling,
Self-defence, we drown.
We drown.
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7. |
What's Your Truth?
03:54
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Up here, we see, all things.
The plains of truth, and those who fill them,
Lit by the white light of wisdom.
Down there, I know,
They drink away their tiny lives,
Smoke on through those gloomy lives.
It's their fault, I am,
Selfish reckless, lover fighter
Crave it all, want it all.
Will I be alright?
What's your truth? Won't you tell it?
'Cos it's all in time.
How 'bout you? What you left with?
Out there, truth is, easy.
Mingling with my own kind,
Facts built from repeated lies.
A matter of days before the penny dropped,
A moment before the rage that started everything,
Started to stop.
Some quiet time with my compromise,
A long drive with a lover,
Aching pleasure, burst of colour, flowing through my eyes.
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8. |
Heartbleed
02:23
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Soft hands, gave me no chance,
World spinning round like a sundown slow-dance.
In a strange city,
Dealing with heartbleed and humidity.
To be alone, the rain and the passing years,
Search for something true, looking for the groove between the gears.
Dirt poor like coldsore,
On the curled lip of a fool that should know more.
About things as they stand,
'stead of hope through the hands like that dirty slow-sand.
To be alone, the rain and the passing years,
Search for something true, looking for the place beyond the fears.
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I took a long walk, I was wondering about the physical state of myself.
Through a city, damp from the hunger, drunk on good health,
And don't they know it?
I passed the strange club, the World Square, tugging at my despair.
Through the badlands, the harbour, the faded glitter pleasure park.
Silver circle, grey skyline, shifting tides of time.
Map of the stars, kingdom of sin, dying prince within.
Cold dry air, pay per view, embalmed on the fifth floor.
Slow despair, marble hall, you tumble and fall.
Light rail, the arches, I came apart.
The glamour, the sadness, didn't feel like much.
Sometimes the lie is buried deep.
Up here, sandstone set against the heat.
Dog track, front bar, tombstone, phantom city.
And the night was at its end.
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10. |
Why Did The Light Dim?
03:16
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Didn't know where to start, so I started anyway,
The first word brought a bunch with it, like a teenage gatecrasher.
Then there were hundreds, and most of them were 'why?'
'Why did the light dim? How did the darkness win?'
The greatest of us told us, that it's nothing,
Before they passed into the nothing, that awaits.
We are what we tell ourselves, what we scream at the world
You hold the truth in your hands, but I won't think less of you, if you throw it away.
If every word's a lie, but it brings you hope, then why would I want to take that away from you?
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