1. |
North From Here
01:30
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Numbers and digits, letters and figures, consistent lights from little bright screens. These were the life-lines and they were our anchors as we set out chart-less far out to sea. With as much regard for safety as was held for time-keeping, he hoisted sails, took pains to forget all he knew, while she continued dancing, ever twisting, ever laughing, with a penchant for pretending off into the blue. You see dear, the problem I've had all my life dear, is that I was off school when we were taught just how to tell and spend the time. And so dear, when I was gave this here wristwatch, I could only read off the compass, so I followed north, I never had time. And now, ship's sailed and sunken, sailors long-since are drunken. 'Least the fire on that fire-ship was earnest and true.
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2. |
Loom
02:30
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Muffled thunder,
a red PANZER
rolls and ponders,
moles and wonders.
Train surrenders,
station's brighter,
bench's an altar,
hands on shoulders.
One step closer:
time has framed her.
One step further:
legs like paper.
One two three four five six seven eight,
it's like talking jive, filming on super eight.
Oh it feels dead alive, it's just as if fate
got trapped into a hive and was bitten on the head.
Snores and slumbers,
homeless flower,
growing older,
Larry's bitter.
Sounds and laughter,
a face passed over,
tear up the waiver
the morning after.
Our embers
shine and moulder,
burn and glitter,
sweet and sour.
One step closer:
time has framed her.
One step further:
legs like paper.
One two three four five six seven eight,
it's like talking jive, filming on super eight.
Oh it feels dead alive, it's just as if fate
got trapped into a hive and was bitten on the head.
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In the air there's a shift,
a change oh so swift,
but it's casting my head adrift.
I've bet my soul on the ROLL of a DICE.
I've bet my soul on the roll of a dice.
I don't want to walk back to the backyard
- that's six hundred seventy eight thousand yards,
only to find out it's a knacker's yard
infested with rats and parading mice,
infested with rats and parading mice.
I stand by the grate and regret
I was in that state, I forget
the twist of fate. I'm such a daft get
for buying bags of wedding rice,
for buying bags of wedding rice.
Tie me up to the rolling stock,
push me down to the drydock,
we'll sit for a while and take stock
of all six sides of the dice,
of all six sides of the dice.
I don't think you should forgive me,
for wearing my heart on my sleeve. I'll be
quiet, be silent, believe in
each and every side of the dice,
in each and every side of the dice.
In the air there's a shift,
a change oh so swift,
and it's casting my head adrift.
I've bet my soul on the roll of a dice.
I've bet my soul on the roll of a dice.
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4. |
Puppet On My Finger
03:07
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There's a PUPPET on my FINGER,
dressed in black.
It talks to me and whispers
things like that:
"Get yourself together,
face the facts
- them good days are over.
Don't stay sat,
you should just get hammered,
smoke some crack.
You know when you're knackered,
the impact
of all that makes you bitter
is gone with the rats
hiding in the corners,
that can't be looked at.
You're now half the feller
that's she'd hatched.
Start yourself all over,
start from scratch.
Borrow that red panzer,
go and a sack
a town that smells like her
and don't look back.
Steal a big screwdriver,
fix some parts,
stab your heart and liver,
smash your face flat.
She's a massive twister,
there she shouts,
attracts you to her centre,
spits you out.
Don't believe she'll bother
search or scout
for pieces or leftovers,
you daft lout".
So I chopped off my finger
("Keep it quiet!")
like in the films I'd shown her
on them nights,
absent-mindedly shared,
without foresight
to look for some shelter
from twilight.
When it got much darker
all at once,
I had no clue whatsoever,
like a ponce
afraid to tread on flowers
that would lance
my lovely little feathers,
my petty stance.
I never had a chance,
she never took the time
to have more than a glance
at what I had in mind.
I'm left with empty hands,
I forgot how to smile,
and now she's built a fence
between her and I.
"You miserable fuck!
Blame her all you can!
You're the one who's stuck
while she ran!"
The puppet screams and mucks
around with my THUMB,
and I can't show no pluck
- my head's gone numb.
So I stole a big screwdriver,
fixed some parts,
stabbed my heart and liver,
smashed me face flat.
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5. |
The Arsonist
04:36
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I set my house on FIRE
then sniffed the embers.
My burning lack of DESIRE
shaped into a lighter.
I looked to the ground to admire
the blackened matches.
The joy I felt was dire:
it tasted of ashes.
I ROSE with the smoke and higher,
drunk with the smell.
Pulled back down to earth by a wire,
like RAIN I fell.
I set my lover on fire,
my eyes filled with flashes.
I stared as she expired,
like with car crashes.
I rose with the smoke and higher,
drunk with the smell.
Pulled back down to earth by a wire,
like rain I fell.
I chased her around the shire
until I found her.
I thought I'd cut the wire
that tied us together.
I rose with the smoke and higher,
drunk with the smell.
Pulled back down to earth by a wire,
like rain I fell.
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6. |
Storage Solution
03:16
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Seems like I made the wrong move,
seems like it was the wrong time.
And it all went too smooth,
oh it happened in no time.
So I rushed to the phone booth,
dressed up like a mime.
I fell and I broke my tooth
when I tripped on your smile.
Where should I go, right or left?
What should I do with myself?
I need some storage solution, a shelf.
I stood up, dead confused,
pretending not to be hurt.
And you looked well amused
as you wiped all the dust
off my face. You refused
to let me borrow your skirt
for the times you abused
of my favourite shirt.
Where should I go, right or left?
What should I do with myself?
I need some storage solution, a shelf.
Nail me to your wall,
I'll make myself dead small
and you won't hear me fall
to the FLOOR and then CRAWL
to your feet when you stand so tall.
You won't hear as I fall
for I've become so hollow,
so when I hit the soil,
it'll sound like a crashing sparrow.
Please do not try to call,
please do not try to follow,
for I ran to the gallows pole
the day you called me shallow.
Where should I go, right or left?
What should I do with myself?
I need some storage solution, a shelf.
Nail me to your wall,
I'll make myself dead small
and you won't hear me fall
to the floor and then crawl
to your feet when you stand so tall.
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7. |
Le Bateau ivre
04:24
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She's coming down the stairway.
I'm dying to hear what it is she has to say.
She's in a state of amused dismay
but all I need to know is are you going to stay
until Tuesday?
Or Wednesday?
She says she'd love to but she has to go back away.
She tells me about her monastery,
she says it lacked the mystery.
She makes me feel like ordinary
minstrelsy. Oh please won't you stay
until Wednesday?
Or Thursday?
She says she'd love to but she has to go back away.
I'm sailing on a drunken boat through the city.
She passes me by but doesn't really see me.
I grab her arm and ask her hastily
whether she's leaving or if she's going to stay
until Thursday,
or Friday.
She says she'd love to but she has to go back away.
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8. |
Lastenlaulu
03:24
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In every move I'll ever make
and every chance I'll ever take,
you'll find a bit of your mistakes.
And all those times you kept silent,
behind the hand you sometimes lent,
I wish I knew what you meant.
I do not sing a song of blame,
I'm trying to chase the bloody crane
that's pecking at my brain,
for there cannot be hate in a child
who just cannot do shit but cry
over the race of time.
Time has
crucified me, it stretched my arms
a hundred, no, a million miles
apart, and who do I die
for?
Oh childhood, come (back) and never go (again)
the way you (already) did 12 years ago,
this time we could take it slow.
Sit on this swing and let me push
your back and sing you songs and brush
your hair before we both get crushed.
Time has
crucified me, it stretched my arms
a thousand, no, a million miles
apart, and who did I die
for?
"I've cut your strings and clipped your wings,
I've sewn your eyes after I'd seen
the hell I've put you in".
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9. |
Matildas Vals
03:01
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Matilda, Matilda,
the moment I saw you,
I forgot what I knew.
Matilda, Matilda,
oh lord, what have I done?
I've crashed against the sun.
We come and go like tragic waves
and Matilda saves,
know Matilda saves.
We live and die and die again
and Matilda drains
our petty pains.
Matilda, Matilda,
I may be a fool
and life may be just too cruel.
Matilda, Matilda,
I'm so far you can't seem
to see how dark is my green.
We rise and fall like instant suns
but Matilda turns around and burns (on).
We drink and smoke like fallen gods,
then Matilda robs all of our sobs.
Matilda, Matilda,
I'm glad that I've met you,
but do you remember me too?
Matilda, Matilda,
the sound of your trumpet
tastes of sleeping tablets.
Matilda, Matilda,
next time you go a-waltzing,
come by wherever I'm dwelling.
Matilda, Matilda,
this won't make any sense
to you - please take no offense.
We stab and kill with our mighty swords,
and Matilda's words mean a million worlds
to the dreary, to the sorry, to the weary,
but I don't think she still remembers me.
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10. |
We Never Make Mistakes
04:35
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I hope you understand
this is my final stand:
I won't sing no more,
I won't knock on your door.
Oh I knew it LOOMED,
I knew we were doomed,
and the DICE has ROLLED,
and it's taken its toll.
But we never made mistakes,
we never had to fake
any words we've said,
any promises we've made.
No fuel in the PANZER,
no PUPPET on my FINGER,
and my THUMB was stitched,
doesn't even itch.
I'll put out the FIRE,
I'll have no DESIRE,
and I'll CRAWL no more
on your bedroom's FLOOR.
We never made mistakes,
we never had to fake
any words we've said,
any promises we've made,
any tears we've shed,
any drops of blood we've bled (shed).
Say one word and I'll deny
this whole world of mine
for you.
Say (just) one word and I'll break the chains,
RISE again with the RAIN
to you.
I know you understood
I was off for good:
you won't write no more,
you won't knock on me door.
But we never made mistakes,
we never made mistakes,
we never made mistakes,...
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11. |
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Backstage at the circus. A Tramp clown and a Whiteface clown sit either side of a table corner. Tramp on the right and Whiteface on the left. There is one coffee cup and an ashtray on the table. The circus ringmaster and a cheering audience can be heard in the distance to the far left of the stage. Whiteface reads a newspaper. Tramp occupies himself by taking off his hat, dusting it and replacing it on his head. After some time Tramp takes a notepad and pen from inside his dirty overcoat and writes, "What time is it?" on a clean page and shows it to Whiteface. Whiteface peers over the top of his newspaper, looks at his bear wrist and replies, "Skin past bone". Turning the page Tramp writes, "What day is this?" to which Whiteface answers, "The day after yesterday and the day before tomorrow." Tramp looks nervously at Whiteface. "Where is he?" Tramp writes. Whiteface looks beneath the table and behind his chair and says to Tramp in a mocking manner, "Not here evidently!" Tramp sighs and puts his notepad and pen down on the table to the side of the coffee cup. Whiteface sighs and folds his newspaper down on the table to the side of the ashtray. "My dearest Tramp, must we dance in these endless circles with you two steps behind? He of whom you speak is gone, gone with the wind and better we are for it." With a flick of the wrist Whiteface straightens his newspaper and continues to read. "We are but too young, plenty more fish in the sea, he did nothing but hold us back and besides, we must concentrate our attentions on a glittering career." Silence. Whiteface plumps the flowers around his head. Tramp sighs, takes off his hat, dusts it and replaces it on his head. He writes, stares at what he has written and turns it towards the Tramp. It reads, "But we were in love." "Love!" Whiteface exclaims, "People do not love each other at our age, they please each other that is all. Later on when you are old and impotent you can love someone. At our age you just think you do, that's all it is." Tramp takes out a handkerchief and dabs his eyes for tears. "I hope he comes back for us" he writes. Whiteface smiles. Looking far into the distance he recites. "'But what is hope but the paint on the face of existence. The slightest touch of truth rubs it off and then we see what a hollow faced harlot wee have hold of.' You'd do well to remember that in our line of work Tramp." Tramp nods, dabs his eyes. Slowly and sadly writes a new note "He said we were the sweetest dream there's ever been." Whiteface scoffs and quotes, "At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet." Tramp stares at Whiteface and for the first time answers though in a weak voice, "At the touch of loss everyone becomes a Tramp." Whiteface stares at Tramp in amazement then plumps the flowers around his head. Tramp takes off his hat, dusts it and replaces it on his head.
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12. |
As Slow As Shadows
01:07
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You must know how grateful I was to receive your letter dated December twenty-ninth. To learn of my little nephew's first adventures in life brought me as much courage as it did joy. Children are so fearless and as they cannot help but be guided by nature, they seem to side-step doubt. As you know, with my darling Anna away attempting to state her curiosity for the unknown, I live moment to moment in wait of contact or some news that she will return. But as ever, realisation creeps as slow as shadows and the thought occurs to me that she will continue her days without so much as a backwards glance. But as your son serves to remind me, the young are beginners at everything and with only twenty-three years to my name, I cannot know love yet. I must resolve to endure my doubts and continue in my learning.
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13. |
Malcontent
03:29
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She gives birth and regrets
as soon as we breathe.
When the sun sets
on our heads,
she'll be relieved.
She taught us to indulge
in our blinding hate,
but still they judge,
but still they judge
our state.
No way to fathom
the strife
we're dying from.
How did we come to this?
Oh the life
that we've missed.
No good in our intents,
our hearts oh so cold.
We're malcontent,
we're malcontent,
tired and old.
Surrounded by the stench
of our own decay,
the fists we clench,
the fists we clench,
got nothing to say.
No way to fathom
the strife
we're dying from.
How did we come to this?
Oh the life
that we've missed.
She chases but enslaves
her children so black,
and how she craves,
and how she craves,
for the day they're back.
I've tried to erase,
I've tried to impeach.
The dreams I've chased,
the dreams I've chased,
are out of reach.
No way to fathom
the strife
we're dying from.
How did we come to this?
Oh the life
that we've missed.
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14. |
Swift
02:21
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Like a careless child
I drift
upon waves of time.
I lift
my arms to the sky,
I shift
the way the sun shines.
I'm swift.
I don't know where we're off to,
I don't need more than us two,
no idea how we'll make it through.
Mistakes, I've made a few.
Mistakes I won't renew
as long as I cling on to you.
Time might take its toll
on us.
When in doubt, recall
the pulse
in our chests, our souls,
our skulls,
all the miles we crawled
in the dust.
A drunken boat has run aground,
once was lost and then was found.
The sailors stopped fucking around.
Grab the nettle, take a pew,
bite off all we can chew,
wake up and wipe off the dew.
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15. |
The Cleft
03:58
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Flip the coin,
watch me recoil
as it hits the soil.
I'll take my cue from you.
Turn off the sun.
You want to stun,
then jump the gun.
I'll take my cue from you.
There's a million
shades of grey,
words left to say.
Keep to yourself
and remain deaf
- I'll seek the cleft.
I'll take my cue from you.
Foresee plights,
suffer in light
of stillborn frights.
I'll take my cue from you.
Clouds, a million
drops of rain,
but we'll remain.
Bright vermillion
days might explain
why we'll remain.
You can quake
at what's at stake,
I will not shake.
I won't take my cue from you.
You can quake,
I'll stay awake,
and for your own sake,
I won't take my cue from you.
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16. |
Those Were The Days
04:16
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My mates were running the playground.
All we could do back then was sound,
unaware of what was going on,
living a life of happy delusion.
When we were kids, we were strong,
and now everything just feels wrong.
Those were the days.
My granddad helped me with crosswords.
I miss him so bad since he left this world.
When I was scared, my grandma held me tight.
God, it's been already twenty years since she died.
Back then I had no doubts at all,
but who will hold me now that I'm drifting around without goals?
Those were the days.
Children name their parents kings and queens
- when I found out the truth, I drowned in spleen.
Since these days your pics slipped through my hands,
I've been endlessly going around the bend.
So I'll keep haunting the past
and deny I've turned into an outcast.
Those were the days.
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17. |
Sinestesia
03:00
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My senses are mixed
up, I need to be fixed,
for when the flame licks
my dreary old cheeks,
it's a conjuring trick,
the wrong end of the stick.
I close my eyes and blink
- just watch me sink.
And I cannot keep track,
I forgot the way back,
I can hear my heart crack,
it leaks, it's black.
A sweet panic attack
- without tears, it does lack
all the fears, all the smacks.
I might know the reason
for troubled perception,
for mashed up sensations,
for dissipation.
Lovely mutilation,
comfort, contradiction
beyond recognition
- a sedition.
I hear you with my eyes,
wait for a thousand miles,
I can smell every time
the golden bell chimes.
I touch your face and mime
the sound of quicklime,
the blossoming of rhymes.
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18. |
Snails
03:46
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How damn slow
are the days and the nights,
an endless flow of motionless time.
I feel your glow
but I can't use my eyes.
The things I show
- concealed, out of sight.
Why won't anything just feel right
though times ahead look so bright?
What's just wrong with me? Where's my might?
Don't mind the sound as I crawl - sleep tight.
Clocks have fell
from the sky every night,
crushed our shells
- we are now trapped in time.
We're just like snails,
without ears, arms like eyes,
leaving trails
as an excuse for sight.
Why won't anything just feel right
though times ahead look so bright?
What's just wrong with me? Where's my might?
Don't mind the sound as I crawl - sleep tight.
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19. |
A Ghost In A Cradle
02:45
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I don't really know for sure why,
I don't really know when,
but someday you'll stop rocking my
my cradle and again,
I'll drift far away with some tide
to try and drown some pain.
Then come and rescue me if you can.
The stake's getting higher
with each night you let me sleep by your side.
I can't take the black fire
that burns right inside and kills all forms of pride.
I don't really know for sure what,
I don't really know who,
but some day you'll come across twats
who'll tread on what we grew.
I'll walk to the square where we sat
and look very confused
to check if you'll save me when I'm blue.
The stake's getting higher
now your warmth is what I need the most.
I can't take my poor dire self.
I hope you love to be loved by a clumsy ghost.
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20. |
Skeleton Keys
03:30
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What is it this time
that will set us ablaze?
What is the crime
that will make you give chase?
Don't scratch the grime
for fear of unveiling a maze.
Judge without reserve,
just sit on the bench,
but will you serve?
Smell the relieving stench.
Strain every nerve
to ignore all the flames I've quenched.
I've indulged in carelessness,
they said,
there's nothing I haven't confessed,
they said,
I'm a source of little stress,
they said,
I am a bit of a mess,
they said.
Please don't search for skeleton keys.
Wretched and distraught,
there's some discrepancy
between two thoughts,
and the sycophants sing
the words I've sought
but could never find in me.
A sad predicament
when your life is an endless
bereavement.
So prone to second-guess.
The past was sent
for torturing restlessness.
I've indulged in carelessness,
they said,
there's nothing I haven't confessed,
they said,
I'm a source of little stress,
they said,
I am a bit of a mess,
they said.
Have you found the skeleton key?
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21. |
A Possible June
02:50
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Hair she combs,
hearts she bombs
shall remain unknown.
As she stares
down the stairs,
my fingers melt down.
Fall apart
as we part
and change all the locks.
Sunday night,
lose the fight
and hide in a box.
Heard the news,
tightened noose,
I choked and I drowned.
Stole her smiles,
travelled miles
- too late: they melt down.
Now I must
wipe the dust
for summer's here soon.
Hanging ropes,
dangling hopes
- a possible June.
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22. |
Shadows Of The Past
02:28
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Esme, I have bore witness to some strange wonders since leaving you my love, and I have known men as never before. I cannot begin to relate the experiences that no lay behind me as they still reach far beyond my comprehension, though I can tell you that I remain forever uninspired by the intentions of men. But though my heart grieves for an innocence now lost, I find some solace in the wisdom that time and fate have allowed. Esme, from this distance I am able to think of you with the warmest appreciation. I recall stolen moments sweet with your breath and hazed by faithful whispers of resilient love. These moments are strengthened and gilded by the passing of days, and your refined image follows my troubled steps as I continue on this path. You are as rare a bird on this earth as the black swan and just as water rolls from your feathers, you remind me that to be in this world without becoming attached to it is a far great achievement. And so I will continue.
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