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Peckham Hotel
03:24
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On a fictitious London hill
Sits a crumbling down hotel
Lit by dull and queasy light
Never a wanted or a welcome sight
Sorry about the eeks, and the company we keep
I'd not surprised to hear he strayed and you think all men the same
Within this house upon the hill
Lives many of life's forgotten ills
Sly and thieving, snide and mean
And amongst the rotters you might be their bad news queen
They cut down angel oaks to build this dump
Even Boudicca got the hump
And turned her blade upon herself
While those around her succumbed to poor health
They still grow melons by the Rye
They grow them young and plump and ripe
Disappear by Tuesday morning, after the storm
Lost river rises and reminds us, nothings ever really gone
Sorry about the eeks, and the company we keep
I'm not surprised to hear you strayed and you think we're all the same
But if you can forgive the weak, the selfish and the meek
Then we'll begin another day, and wash this one away
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Feverfew
03:59
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What's a man supposed to do? Drink deep of skies, eat feverfew
Never be to me, has been to you
So what are we supposed to do?
I split my eye, on the sights of an imaginary gun
And aimed for that place, beneath the stillness of her face
At the speed of sound, suddenly there's no one else around
Between the ground and you
You say you're the other
Like my lost baby brother
He was an apostle, an enigma
The last true man on earth
That's alright, you can sit at home and sulk tonight
That's ok, if nothing ever goes your way
At the speed of sound, suddenly there's no one else around
Between the ground and you
Let's retreat into the hills
Burn down the barn, brick up the well
Invite the creatures to feed on the budding crops
Shake hands with heaven, but ignore the very gods
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Pressure Said
04:01
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Tired and worn, is hard to walk
Hollow legs filled with candy floss
Pressure said, I've got the blame
My heart it ruins my head again
Rides my mind storms, so unkind
Pushes my hard worked days behind
It is not the latest news, it is waiting for the bus
Hide yourself away too soon
To cover me, please cover me
When the words have to end
Crowd the twisted vision
Of a means to an end
Real men hold no such convictions
Face so sour, you'd have to know
Hammerhead, and beetlebrow
Pressure said, I've got to go
Your head it breaks your brittle neck
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Fireglow
02:14
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You said go, you were right
Please turn out the light
I can't sleep, holy ghost
Being alone is what I want the most
At the day's close
I'm attracted to a fire's glow, but where I go
A wicked west wind blows
All outside is calm and clear
Half the world away is hate and fear
When you said, you were right
I can't look anymore at your face tonight
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5. |
Gravity Glides
05:26
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For goodness sakes I think we're lost
In outer space without a compass or a watch
Your turn of phrase could bring immortals to their knees
I'd rather sit right here than contemplate this disease
They read your body like a brail book
Words you gave and words they took
I think this love might be the last
As gravity glides across our current page and settles on our past
Gravity glides and sets you free
All your colours start to bleed
Gravity glides down on me
Put your cheap hat on your stupid head
Forget the hurtful words he said
Idiot daughters from idiot dads
Sentimental sometimes, falling off this world, and back into bed
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6. |
Drunk Tank
05:05
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Angels that work in photoshop
Know everything about light and shade
Maybe we'd like to meet at 8?
Hold hands across the table of disguises
Hoo-wee! Your life is incredible
So full of open spaces
Give me the secret of your ambitions
I'm fed up with my own
Steadily, your integrity is killing me
So close, to making changes
Send me your famous self-help book
I hope that it arrives in the nick of time
Sitting in the drunk tank on a cold December night
With Fats and Lewie, Weird and Bright
Everyone of us has stepped this way before
We've all been through that door
Aiming to be awake at noon
When the sun drips, over the horizon
Your hands so cold again
Looking forward to a season of surprises
Blaming themselves for their childish feud
With broken fingers, and crazy faces, and
This is what we do
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Stormbugs
02:41
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Looking up from the pavement
Laid out like a runway
Come away from the window, she said
Is all I can remember, that and the colour of her hair
A rapid rush of blood
Shiny blocks of glass and steel
An expression of meaning
A verbal onslaught of twists and turns
A red-yellow scar like a lightening bolt
Running from her belly down to her thigh
A handful of stormbugs
Reflected in the corner of her eye
Taking in the rumpled bed
Her underwear formed a perfect figure of eight
The bruises on her ankles
And the mess that he had made
Now entirely unrecountable
Stained by decades of stains and sweat
Reinforced she was desirable
As the stormbugs rose over her head
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8. |
Ekofisk
07:29
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Under ice and constant falling snow
Far away from our distant island home
We push our backs into the cold
And question everything we think we know
Did you want your life to turn the same?
Watch the hours go round and round again
Or treat yourself while you still can
Let your heart grow fat and your head expand
Horse fly bite and Chinese burn
Fight fuck or flight was everything that you learned
Reach inside and feed the flame
Black-beaked abandoned on this shipwreck of shame
We can try but we can't grow
Seen from the other shoreline, the other side
We can try, but we can't grow
Seen from the other side where their faces never grow old
Under fair wind, we cut like a knife
Through minutes and seconds of wet briny life
Courageous and daring, our mothers to blame
Our boots tar blackened, our hearts just the same
To be whipped by the halyards, and spliced by the rope
Sun burned and sea spanked, our childhoods were broke
But none of that matters and none of us care
Each rest is a full stop, each shore has it's hope
To be sunken and lost under waves eight miles high
Regardless of angels, regardless of crimes
But nothing is over until it begins
Life is the ocean and the ocean is king
So sign up with arms open and let out your breath
Breathe in the darkness of wet briny death
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SW9
03:12
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Undergound state
An obvious mistake
You were not waiting at the end of the line
You were the loud speak, a waste of time freak
That's the last early morning I spend in SW9
I opened a new one, cold, shiny and nuanced
Appreciate the differences most of the time
While bemoaning the nation
I missed my station
Had to get off and get back on the green line
On a double decker bus, destination the end of us
On a double decker super slide
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