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Swans
04:27
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I left the ark by myself
One by one they all died of disappointment
And I am organised
And if nature isn't, then she'll just have to rot
This isn't New Nantucket
This is nowhere, and this is my home
And though you couldn't make it in the Thirties
I'll make this my Rome
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Shoes
03:33
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Shall I call you a taxi to the airport or the record shop?
A social hub, now boarded up, so board a flight to somewhere new
Go climb the walls near Angel Falls, you'd better take a change of clothes
A radius of restaurants, which way to go? Follow your nose
Ain't it a shame it acts the same as almost every town I've been
Re-lace your boots, re-sole your shoes
Where's the next place you have to see?
Go on now, it's time to leave
Go on now, it's time to leave
No, I'm not telling you to turn the record off
I've not eaten in two days
So let's see the galleries
Let's see the museums
Let's see the front of a bus destroy my dreams
There is money to be found hidden in snacks
What's tangible in towns I've been is solid ground beneath my feet
Take in the sights, the history, assimilate pretty quickly
A statue of Boris Karloff ain't gonna scare the pigeons off
Set a place mat for the brown rat, our aortas are gonna pop
My aorta's gonna pop
Somebody should fetch a mop
No, I'm not telling you to turn the record off
I've not eaten in two days
So let's see the galleries
Let's see the museums
Visit television houses
Visit television houses
Streetlights cover me as I drum
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We Are Figure Three
02:10
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Woke up a stereotype
Then spent the day taking part in the shithead revolution
Simpletons in a cardboard house
Ten people in a bath on acid spells out doom
Elephants or just ants
They talk to you so you can choose
The weight of fanzine culture
Now you're nailed to a blank canvas
You think you're gonna save us
And a you might but first of all you're getting high
You draw a figure three upon the t-shirt of that tree that made you cry
Your parties save the world
Maybe once you've come down
You'll fit in assembly halls
Four years is no mistake
Physician's golden uptake
Twisting when you are fine
So you can toe the party line
You think you're gonna save the world
But first you'll tell us what we're not to buy
Withdraw three-figure booze fund from inheritance
Forget your cause
Oh, oh, oh
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Gamma
04:59
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A quiet life is not for you
You broadcast every silly thing that you do
Manipulate it all you like, it's still never a pretty sight
Some say you have a heart of gold
Well, it is heavy, it is cold
It's stressful just to talk to you
Seek others who like drama too
Your friends have got their claws out again
Does it reflect your happy side, that heart-shaped mirror?
Peel off your make-up and resign to sleep
Does it correct your broken smile, that heart-shaped mirror?
Refract your fears as you receive your dreams
And you'll wake up in the same life, but a new day
Forever changing course, a useless navigator
Those friends of yours don't wish to see you later
They haven't time
Who have you cut out of your life this week?
Are things getting any less bleak?
Your friends have got their claws out again
Where wicked rules do not apply, your heart-shaped mirror
Your vanity escapes your stride again
Kaleidoscopic in your broken heart-shaped mirror
And as you take your final sigh, deflate
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Windmills
02:54
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Your body's a museum
Full of dust no one need see
Now I am the curator
Now I am the curator
On the factory floor
The floor I know nothing of
Windmills rest single blades
You need them to make things neat
Your lips list every person they've ever kissed
Then context worsens
As you reel off yellowed broken teeth
And laugh about too much meet and greet
But then you do it all again
Out on the dour floor
The floor I know nothing of
Blood falls from lips to lips
Chewed skin holds filter tips
Your lips list every person they've ever kissed
Then context worsens
As you reel off yellowed broken teeth
And laugh about too much meet and greet
But then you do it all again
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If I have faith, do I have to pay?
Let me turn my sorrows into your profit
I'm crying tears of gold
I'm rich but I'm rich and I'm old
My story's already been told
I don't need fuel allowance to avoid going cold
Let me turn my sorrows into your profit
Into your profit
Here he goes again with his bad impersonations
Of persons from other nations
A broadcast that's not geared towards race relations
Bad impersonations of persons from other nations
A broadcast that's not geared towards race relations
Paint tigers
Paint the stripes different colours on tigers
Paint the stripes different colours
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Swiss Villa
03:59
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In the Swiss villa, they replace sounds with eyes
Two tattoos and leather sheets and glue
And it's an agreement
If you look out for me doing bad things
And I'll look out for you
No streets, only lines
Dust surrounds every side
You sit there with criminals
In a field, sit with the chemists
Dispensing with the essentials
And I'll look out for you
Do you paint much?
Do you paint much?
Do you paint much?
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Beta
01:13
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Little things come in little packages
Mary, I was born here
And I've come back here to die
To hem myself in
I've been away for a long, long time
I've been away such a long time
But I've come back here to die
I hear the carnival
You can hear carnivores
In supermarkets we now smell of lavender, ash and oak
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Place In History
02:50
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I have lived a thousand years inside my head
Real life can't compare, it is easier to keep on living there
Dreams that step outside are not realised
With the effortless perfection I desire
I give you my assurances; my ideas are such bliss
When I replicate them here, the magic disappears
I won't make, I'll just stagnate
I won't create, I'll just stagnate
In reality, I cannot ensure
That my life will ever make my place in history secure
In my head, in my head, I'll stay inside my head
In my head, in my head, I'll stay inside my head
In my head, in my head
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Suitcases
02:06
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As I was looking out over the loch, I saw two men fighting
Over which paper was best
Number one said "I'm a tabloid reader"
The other said "I am broadsheet"
And I said nothing
Next they would argue about which colour was best
Number one said blue was best and number two said red
And number three said purple
But there was no number three to be found
Because he had drowned
In his suitcase they found everything that was to be said about him
The pin striped suit and unopened blueprints said not much
But nothing could be thought of about the target practice set
The target practice set
The target practice set
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Corporal Valdés
02:36
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At altitude on the plateau
Our military is not just for show
If we train up where the air is thin
Our oppression can surely begin
Stay calm, don't put out the fire
It's a violet electrical pyre
It's my role as the corporal to say
"Make yourself known or be on your way"
Had a hazy quarter-of-an-hour
Are we still in Pampa Luscuma?
My squadron would normally shave
Under this regime, not to would be brave
Although my watch says five days have passed
I'm sick of that question I keep getting asked
It's 4am, I thought it was later
We're off limits, says the dictator
You don't know who we are or where we come from
But we shall soon return
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Nicotine stains make your smile biographical
Coffee at a shit house party
Led to breaded habits and buttered sighs
But at least I'm so thick-skinned
I think we've passed the save-point now
The screen won't scroll left any more
Spend my days scraping angels off paper
Ghosts that once circled marble steps
I've found some new blood that I can feed off
They haven't the heart to say no
Please reattach me if my jaws get looser
I feel faint when I'm left alone
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Delta
03:29
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He sold his soul to write the delta blues
He sold his soul to write and sing and play the delta blues
I'm told he sold his soul to play the blues
Not many songs resolve at twenty-seven bars long
But they'd never heard anything like that one
Do you know his intro?
The 'welcome to the blues'
Bob's try'na hitch a lift but no-one's stopping
Got stones to pass from his passway and
A girl waiting for him in the next town
Whichever town that happens to be
But he'll be back and he'll be gone
Oh, he'll be back and he'll be gone again
Ahhhh
Bobby's sitting out on the headstones
He's talking to the spirits as they lie
He knows every epitaph that lines the highway side
So many souls resolve
At twenty-seven years old
Another precedent set, an eerie one
Out to sea
Water flowing
Over the delta
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Just a word about the details
This person
The panels on the wall
The maze of back room doors
A European funeral
A good review so please pinch me
A European funeral for what's his name
A European funeral for what's his name
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Today Or Rest Of Year
03:21
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Hey lady, have my number
But it's not a number
It's my demands
My demands are thus
One plane ticket out of here
With you and the crew
All cramped up on each other at the front
But while I'm waiting, I'll have a gin and tonic please
And fifty thousand dollars in cash
Now we are here at our resting place
The others can get out here
You can stay up there
And I will stay back here
Goodbye, now I must fly
I've got mine
And you will never ever see me again
And neither will my family or friends
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Richter Scale Blues
03:15
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Make space in your life for misery
Cos it's gonna find you eventually
I'd be surprised if it hasn't already done so
What's this on the richter scale?
To what extent has joy failed you this time?
A world full of crime and death
Has left you bereft of a good night's sleep
Oh, how you weep when your mind will not rest
Can we have a show of hands?
Keep your hands where I can see them
Wrap them tight around the throats
Of whoever you suspect who looks the part
Every day I hear another story
That damages my faith in humanity
But I can't feel guilty
Why should I?
Can we have a show of hands?
Keep your hands where I can see them
Wrap them tight around the throats
Of whoever you suspect who looks the part
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Carried On Using Stilts
01:42
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The king is tall so I'm not worried about a thing
When he's found hanging in the banquet hall
There's no gap between his feet and the floor
There is no gap between his two foot heels and the floor
But I then say
Oh that was fine
But just remind me every time
Someone else has crossed a line
Carried on using stilts
I carried on using stilts
I carried on using stilts
I carried on using
Carried
Speaking of Viking invasions
On a bus home
From a Russian sailing boat
Oh that was fine
But just remind me every time
Someone else has crossed a line
Carried on using stilts
I carried on using stilts
I carried on using stilts
I carried on using
Carried
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Diet Of Worms
03:29
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Paper bags for the elders
Forty-one of ninety-five
And I'm barely alive
And I'm barely alive
They say a man's castle is his home
Well now a Prince's is mine
And I'm barely alive
And I'm barely alive
Wriggly slopes to catch my lunch
Slates are difficult to ride
And I'm barely alive
And I'm barely alive
Paper bags for the elders
Paper bags for the elders
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Mascot Fight Derby, UK
4-piece noisy indiepop from Derby and Newcastle, UK.
an " antidote to the failed performance art wing of the indiepop circuit. guitars jangle and eyes twinkle, but you wouldn't put money on these fellows owning a teddy bear". (Brilldream)
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