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babies rattle
03:15
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come now calm down
you're not being rational
just where is your compassion
come now sit down and talk
i guess its easier if you don't
consider them at all (just how do you sleep at night)
I sleep like a baby, well
a motherless child emotionally wild
whilst going to seed
papaver somniferum babies rattle
like the kind you drew
in art class at school
come now calm down
westerly wind will work you
and send your seeds to the ground
hey you eschew
observe your offspring
spring off into the ground
hey you its true
i guess its easier if you don't
consider them at all (just how do you sleep at night)
i sleep like a baby well what does that mean anyway?
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2. |
bell me (explicit)
03:15
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is it late afternoon or is it early evening?
it’s difficult to tell as the autumn rains in
bell me when the boys bowl in
children of men and their silly fucking grins
furnished with a frown crestfallen in your dressing gown
wear your heart like a yolk of burden, expect bestial servitude
grab me when a grown up gets in
prince charming and his silly fucking grin
as sober as a judge fickle as a jury drunk as an executioner
sliding down the silky robes of old blind lady justice
tell me when the truth turns in
them slick lawyers and their silly fucking grins
i’ll see you to the door I’ll fetch your coat I’ll fare thee well
iI’m fine, no really, just a bit tired, I’m fine
tell me when the truth turns in, for now,
you’ll have to forgive me my silly fucking grin
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bad seeds
02:55
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i expect there is gold enough in the valley below for the both of us
i spy fallow fields and fruit trees whose tended roots could furnish us
with round bellies and enough to spare to keep us in offspring
if it wasn’t for them bad seeds we bring woes we’ve laboured in
so no there is only gold enough for one greedy eye one greedy lust
those fallow fields are full of weeds whose sticky fruit could spell the end of us
left with bellyaches and tantrums behaving as the children we’ve become
if it wasn’t for them bad seeds we bring woes we’ve laboured in
go from this valley in its disrepair there’s nought for us hide nor hair
burnt through in lust without a care consuming all that summer could bear
with no thought for winter months to fuel us in our reckoning
if it wasn’t for them bad seeds we bring woes we’ve laboured in
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4. |
east street lament
03:50
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there is a tiger upstairs in the bathroom ablutions leak through the floor
there’s panic down here in the pantry we’ve got nothing good in store someone’s down in the street and they’re yelling domestic through windows and doors
it all sounds tired and well trodden they’ve got nothing good in store
evangelist preach tired high street pollution leaks from all pores
professional beggar delivers her sermon collection plate empty on the floor
there is a tiger upstairs in the bathroom, ablutions leak through the floor
there’s panic down here in the pantry but we’ve been here before
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5. |
if not...
02:06
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you take the reins dear you take the lead
I need to lay back here quiet some and take heed
old father time has crept up on me
shown me the river then the dried up creek
if you’ll indulge me I’ll take another line
that I found you a shoe in and that you gave me time
couldn’t see you for them women them woods for them trees
tolerate my failings and I’ll sulk and take the knee
in the dim lamplight I’ll live as I please
exposed by your floodlight I’d live on my knees
and now that you’re close I fear less what I fear most
and now that you’re far in gaze in thought in heart
if not now when? if not you who?
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6. |
architects
02:44
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it ain’t just your house that’s on fire
it ain’t just your house that has damp in the walls
it’s the way we build them we all share in the fall
it ain’t just your house It happens to us all
it’s not just your history that gets ignored
it’s not just your voice that’s not heard
it’s the way we’re so blinkered, we all share in the fall
it’s not just your history it belongs to us all
it’s not just your sad news that gets spoken
it’s not just your sad heart that gets broken
it’s the way we abuse them we all share in the fall
it’s not just your heart it happens to us all
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7. |
existential bread
02:15
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turpentine what’s yours is mine
sweet relief is your toxic brief
miasmic self worth through gritted teeth
goes further than a stolen life
makes little sense upon unmade bed
these are just words for existential dread
you may as well get up and exercise
you’ll need your strength for the pointless grind
i mean there’s the scalding bath and the final cut
if only your ancient boiler worked
you may as well dress to leave the house
i guess the work helps pass the time
if it’s just us then us is all we’ve got
but we’ve emerged through time as a selfish lot
what’s mine is mine and yours is not
i’ll just remain to watch your ego rot
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8. |
terminal
02:02
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as terminal as this coastline
that’s been and will be for a long time
now your heart wants a nosedive
just here to try keep you alive
will you turn and walk a while at least?
you’re starved of worth so let’s feast
questing finger in the bowl of your soul
they may be crumbs but they’re all gold
here lamb come find your wools worth
i’ll spin you a yarn presented as truth
the spinning wheel can always stop
when you’re all run through you drop
a task that only you can set
that you haven’t got to grips with yet
if you find you can’t live for yourself
see if you can’t live for someone else
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