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Untitled #1
02:45
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At our window
While you're sleeping
What new delight is this?
Give a shiver
Little quiver
I make to blow a kiss
While you're dreaming
It is scheming
Hands behind its back
Seeking entry
As it's storming
Out there, on the track
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2. |
Home, Post-War
03:08
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You said that you'd be coming home, post-war
It's just that everything's the same as it was before
I've still got a boulder inside my shoe
Treading heavily
So come out of the bathroom
Skin all wrinkled, woebegone
I was only a child when I realised what was wrong
Stand there holding your breath
You know I'd hate
To drag it out
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3. |
Nostalgia Night
04:25
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It's late right
We should go home
I'll come and see you out
And if the street light
Frames your face right
I'm gonna try it out
It must be two am
You'll get a cab then
Or maybe come to mine
You know she's downright
Lonely
And it's nostalgia night
And I was uptight
Weirdo
Couldn't let it show
Only wanted
One fun night
As I was starving slow
But I held tight
Stayed cool
And now I just don't know
Waiting for Anna to call
Doesn't mean I'll pick it up at all
You're not the one bright spark in the dark
You should be careful what you pull apart
Too late right?
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4. |
Nocturne
01:41
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You've been inactive
Chemically reactive
So lift the latch and step outside
The moon is showing, glowing, growing low
In the pin-pricked sky
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5. |
Interlude
00:46
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6. |
Aflame
03:29
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Your parents' generation made the nightmare love
And I've seen them circling the hawks and the doves
They're weaving sticks together with the utmost care
Using ribbons cut from their children's hair
And every single second there's a new one made
Cats in the alley, eyes aflame
The story's long, long, long
And oh, why stop when you've not had enough?
Bodies lurching for the filthy cup
Let's not delay
I know the medication's been a trial sweet
So you stay inside and forget to eat
Before your brother joined the army he was nothing too
You should see now what he can do
What I'm saying is the answer is to drink it up
Eat the body, taste the blood
The story's long, long, long
And oh, why stop when you have had enough?
Bodies lurching for the filthy cup
Who's not to blame?
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The Mine
04:06
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The distance only grows
They're lining up in rows
The curling of their toes
And golden teeth
A path upon a curve
They're marching now observed
By figures darkly robed
And golden teeth
The water's muck and murk
They're lowered in the dirt
With limbs that roil and work
And golden teeth
The hooded one screams
'Isn't this such fun'
As he stabs his gleaming stick at everyone
And the slag-heap shudders blackly in the sun
Well given what a shiver winter's been
It'll be awhile before I get clean
Given what a shiver winter's been
It'll be awhile before I get clean
Given what a shiver winter's been
It'll be awhile before I get clean
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8. |
Clever, Clever
04:04
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Another day and another pay
Clever, clever
Pull the lever
I don't care if I chug thick air
When I get such pleasure
Wearing leather
And at night
I hear the trains roll by
And a cold wind at my door
And I know what waiting's for
Another year and nothing to fear
Clever, clever
Post the letter
I don't mind if you tan my hide
When I get such pleasure
Wearing leather
And at night
I hear the trains roll by
And a cold wind at my door
And I know what waiting's for
Another hour and I don't know how
I'm not too clever
To pull the lever
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9. |
Or Never-Ending
02:04
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Sixteen years
Or never-ending
Feel the consequences of your bending frame
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10. |
Idle Spirals
01:56
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How long is your piece of string?
And what would you have me bring?
I wasn't gonna do anything
You know I wouldn't wanna do anything
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11. |
Bitter Winter
03:34
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The long lost son
In bitter winter
I must say I'm surprised you've come
When seemingly the day was done
Show me my smile
Where it met your mother's
Quite tenderly for quite a while
The sentiment begot the style
The glass of wine
The wood-fire, smoking
I'm still wondering how the deal gets made
When everybody's getting played
And outside your room
A whole vast world churns
With such fullness that you turn away
Wouldn't dare to leave a cold embrace
So I've seen you strung
Beneath these rafters
Sick from suffering the same old sting
Face twisted in an awful grin
The dead of night
A blackbird singing
Not spreading wings and taking flight
What if the shadow cuts across the light?
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12. |
Long, and Long, and Long
03:44
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I barely remember the start
Or the whole second part
Was a warm autumn day
Lugging the box to the car
We were praying would start
For our running away
On, and on, and on
We've been this way before
Long, and long, and long
Not waiting anymore
Then cracking wise in the dark
For the tiniest spark
In the tent wet with rain
Remembering bad coffee we brewed
That'd darkened your mood
We just pour down the drain
On, and on, and on
We've heard it said before
Long, and long, and long
Not listening anymore
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