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Wide-Eyed
01:38
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Stick me on a plane and pray for stormy weather,
I’ll survive a crooked landing on an ocean only somewhere.
The fittest beat the tide and the weaker sleep with shipwrecks.
I’ll stay alive to prove I can survive,
Wide-eyed and determined.
This apparent cloud nine, well it must be storm ridden,
As it circles my home, like the vultures uneaten.
It leers and it lingers like scars on my fingers,
Remain to remind me of what should be forgotten.
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Acrylic Friends
02:54
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I’ll paint some crooked friends upon my bedroom wall.
I’ll take comfort in just knowing that they’re watching over.
Shivers, here you see, he wears a checkered tie
and rarely smiles, but whispers notes in keys
In which I hear to hide.
Light, darkness won’t feel right tonight.
So I stay awake and tire my eyes.
I relocate myself onto a different scene,
Disguised as a hotel room suit, with insects creeping in.
An uninvited swarm of thoughts find their through,
Via tiny vents, acrylic friends I hear you whispering,
And to this I breathe. To this I’ll breathe.
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Sixteen
02:51
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A thirsty rose I am today,
When thirteen minutes seem an hour on the train.
Sixteen, underneath the bridge,
An open cell, I drift out of the arms of sleep.
On to a day to day routine, new flames to burn my fingers,
Old shoes to walk me further in, the never ending thorn in me.
Fifteen, I’m early washed and clean,
Threw myself out the house, consume a remedy.
On to a day to day routine, new flames to burn my fingers,
Old shoes to walk me further in, the never ending thorn in me.
Because I’m all that I need, when I’m dreaming.
Yes I’m all that I need, when I’m dreaming.
An empty road I am today,
Free for catastrophe just pick a place for me to lay.
Sixteen.
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Fire Blanket
03:08
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Ignite myself I drift out on a cedar floor,
and I’ll use the current of my thoughts to guide me forward.
Try to pull a thread from your fraying arm.
Fire blanket keeps me warm,
you do not burn me now, don’t you burn me now,
safety net, keeps me air bound,
you do not drop me now, don’t you drop me down.
Tried to pull a thread from your fraying arm.
Pull me in, pull me in.
See if he can swim again.
See if he can sing again.
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The Junkie In Me
02:08
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The junkie in me, throws me off this Juliet balcony,
hit the hay, hit the sack, warm the floor with my crooked back.
Aniseed, the taste a rare occasion luxury,
Cast my arms and curse my stay here.
Isaac’s talking shit and he just won’t provide my pill.
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So Now
03:33
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You’ve blown it again. Your insides, your insides,
feel like they’re giving in, and they’re no longer singing,
so now, we’re fading out, and I don’t want us to dissolve.
You’ve blown it again. Your insides,
thieving the light behind your eyes,
feel like they’re giving in, and you’re were no longer singing.
So now, we’re fading out and I don’t want us to dissolve.
You’ve blown it again. Your insides, your poor insides,
feel like they’re giving in, and you’re no longer singing.
So now, were fading out and I don’t want us to dissolve.
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One Ear To The Wall
03:53
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We hide away sore subjects, it was the height of four long years.
A barrel full of catastrophes kept me on my toes.
I ran to yours in storm, your mother could not calm me down,
Where do you find these sleepers Lynda?
Where do you find the time?
I’m sorry that we kept you from sleep,
But tonight, I’m not there to tuck your angel in.
So keep one ear to the wall and listen for the voice of your young love.
One ear to the door and listen for the lungs on your young love.
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I’m sorry for when we were kids.
Now I’m twenty five, yeah that’s seven years
since we first kissed.
I won’t find it hard to reminisce,
because our photo still remains
upon your bedroom wall.
You flew a thousand miles,
but I would walk them all
to sing this song for you.
Not really I don’t think my lungs could take it,
and my withered feet, ‘cause I’m skinny now,
I don’t think could make it.
And don’t think I’ve grown up lazy,
you already think I’m strange and a little crazy.
This is my song for you.
When you’re picking fruit will you think of me?
Or before you take your life through misery,
Remember home.
This is my song for you.
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We Were The Living
04:29
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You travel from place to place,
and where you will stay? Hell knows.
My bare and buried mind is locked inside my home where you did stay.
You travel from place to place, using sheltered rooms with strangers.
My concrete comfort zone, invaded with your smile, fooled me to bliss.
And you can reminisce the times that we spent kissing night after night,
and although I almost died, we were the living.
This train is filled with hope, but where to find a way to get from here to empty thoughts.
‘Cause you’re still wandering. The kitten in you hides yourself when near,
hides yourself when I am near.
And you reminisce the times that we spent kissing night after night,
and although I almost died, we were the living.
And you reminisce the times that we spent kissing night after night,
and although I hadn’t died I was your angel.
...whoa
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Why do I need to sort this situation?
I’m just trying to decide to leave these definitions.
It’s so simple when you’re sober, social acts are needed.
I’ve always needed room to breathe, needed spirits just to see.
And bottle tops they'll whisper, before falling down beside their owners.
So lock me in ‘til I’m down and out, to keep me from shaking and breaking down.
‘Cause I’ve got these eyes at the back of my head, that sees all this shit that’s Leaving me dead.
I’ve never felt so attached and been so, needing a bottle, liquid heroin.
To stop is impossible, cut down is too little.
I’m not living a lie, just forgot what was real.
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Divide Me
03:19
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Use me, resentment. Find me losing.
Fall outs and biting, rain filled, London come find me,
And I can drown
Use me, resentment. Find me losing.
Fall outs and biting, left front and centre.
Use duvets to divide ourselves again.
Divide me.
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Your Voice
03:13
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Sleep off your headache and shield your eyes from dawn.
Soon afternoon will bring cars awaiting movement,
but lay calm like sleeping policemen.
The horns and engines wake me, like tasers and riots.
Like your voice singing loudly in the crowd,
You knew my words, my notes you sung so loud.
Sleep off your headache and shield your eyes from dawn.
This morning light will bring birds communicating,
but they can’t sing my stomach healthy.
The poison apples through me, it’s helpful and numbing.
Like your voice singing loudly in the crowd,
you knew my words, my notes you sung so loud.
So spin spin around we can stay here forever,
A two part puzzle with the pieces together.
With the TV on mute and our clothes on the floor,
Soaking up booze that we spilt by the door.
Like your voice, singing loud you sang so proud,
you knew my words, my notes you sang so loud.
Your voice.
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I left you sleeping softly in the morning,
as I drifted with the wind down to the park.
Now Boxtree isn’t known for inspiration,
so I created a new world to tear apart.
Where I can choke, choke, choke on this poison fruit.
I was here from the start, technically so were you.
And it was obvious, it was obvious we would have starved to fucking death,
so we fed from the grapevine and chose to forget.
I wondered on to fields armed with emotion,
passing glass and paper bags beneath my feet.
The wind was telling stories of the ocean,
using sounds and moving leaves in time with me,
So let me choke, choke, choke on this poison fruit.
I was here from the start, technically so were you.
And it was obvious, it was obvious we would have starved to fucking death,
so we fed from the grapevine and chose to forget;
Money problems, housing issues and a drowning boy.
A beautiful young girl escaping noise.
So I threw my arms up out to give you comfort,
just like you threw your arms up out to give me comfort.
So tables turn tonight, and soon we'll find out why,
everything fell down, but not this morning sky.
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The Apostates Harrow, UK
The Apostates are fucking dead.
VIVA
LOS
APOSTATES
!!!
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