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Asleep In Sorry
03:56
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Legs spread, shoulder-width apart,
With a look like I've already won
I don't try so hard anymore, I just play the game
and don't fear the ball
Keep an eye on the seasons,
for selfish reasons
They can't block so we're driving through
Keep low and dig into
Steer clean - hands off as you go
Slide forward for that final blow
Hoping you're okay - you seem just fine,
In the future we'll try to keep you out of our
collective minds
Haunted by what's right and can't be said,
So we're sleeping tucked in sorries and goodbyes
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2. |
Dread And Vision
05:16
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Infantile projections of textbook confessions,
Would the bird called Life take flight from my lips,
I've seen what happens when our time ticks down to zero:
The instrument of time rewinds itself.
"My purest heart for you" is one I've yet to taint with brain,
I clean the crusted blood beneath my nails.
"To connive" is a pejorative for "hope for"
We're falling through on things and lack sheer will.
My mind knows, when the questions start to overflow
It's time for bed, then all is dreams again.
Lashings of compulsive dispossession,
Affinity dismantled by the will.
It's acceptable to plunge in your disquiet when
Private Hell sounds just like this.
See I like to think of life as a ball hung
at the end of a rope made to swing by
the divine hand of Chance.
No matter how you push towards the good times,
it's wise to know it swings both ways.
When I see smiles, they don't seem kind.
When I hear a laugh, I also see where the finger's pointed at.
Awake again. Alive too long.
I've said it's fine, this dread and hope.
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3. |
Far Out
03:09
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I bleed youth.
Drink up, don't let it die.
In time, you're good as new
and I look through half an eye.
I lose sight of you.
(It) took so long,
to get to where we were.
But I know of nothing strong
enough to make us change our minds.
Call me tonight,
Inside we're beautiful - it's true.
Traverse the skies,
Over a dozen clouds - we're out of this hole.
Call me tonight,
Inside we're beautiful, it's true.
Traverse the skies,
We look so wild and cool - far out of this
world.
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Hoi-Poi Thessaloniki, Greece
BAD FOR HEALTH - GOOD FOR NOTHING
est. 2011
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