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Intro
01:10
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Turn your collar to the wind my lover
Wounds are healed by salty water
Shiver inside as the cameras blind
And the crowd leans closer
For words that are sold, gilded in gold
Soon the pain will be over
Sickle-celled rhetoric from sancrosact columnists
Won't reduce the growing list of copycat dramatists
A shame for all, we've tried our best
But I won't shed a tear
Turn your collar to the wind my lover
Wounds are healed by salty water
Shiver inside as the cameras blind
And the crowd leans closer
We set fire to our binds and the smoke stung our eyes
But we never looked back
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Gadgie Weddin'
03:01
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Given a thread I would try to sew
A seam in skin-like bark
And cast a web in the hollowed heart
Of the silent and weeping widow, I can but beg
Ashen tree, ashen tree
Covered in rotting leaves
I pray you buy these warts of me
Selection left some oddities
In stagnant pools from which we thieve
The fittest parts for obsolete designs
Move me softly, softly on
Hardened earth and tempered fault
Follow down
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Enter Shakira
03:04
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Panic in the neutral zone
Nonetheless we're dancing still
A mournful air rises
Fare thee well, au revoir
Non omnis moriar
Step out of the darkness
We are your friends
Don't come any closer
We're nearing the end
Turn down the lights man
'Cause this is the first spaceship I've been on
It won't be the last
Fanfare is rising, aquarian call
Vultures are circling the crumbling walls
Fare thee well (step out of the darkness)
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Annannannawiddecombe
02:43
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Answer the questions, ask none
Ours' not to reason why, ours' but to do and die
Make your peace then bid farewell
Between the columned air, into the breach again
Everything moans, everything moans
On this peninsula the broken bodies lie
I heard them crying in semaphore
A hardened dialect built on a stiffening brogue
Answer the questions, ask none
Ours' not to reason why, ours' but to do and die
Everything moans, everything moans
On this peninsula the broken bodies lie
Lexicon for a fourth word, substitute a first, win
On this peninsula the broken bodies lie
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Like, Epic!
04:58
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On golden sand, I make a chart
Creating lines, the lines for all the rhymes
Arrange the words and polaroids
Before the tide abducts the clay and lime
Found a cave, I'm sheltered and covered
As mournful waves quickly claim another
New-born for the tidal concord
Go slow, dearest friend
These tired bones will take a while to gather and hide
Legs and paws rake in the deepest part
For the shell that sings your lonely song
In Prussian blue I find a heart
With brushing strokes I wipe away the mind
The geology of bitter rocks
Topographies of all I left behind
Carved a course in the tinted heather
To illustrate the crooked, wilting tether
That binds my mind, I head for home
Go slow, dearest friend
These tired bones will take a while to gather and hide
Legs and paws rake in the deepest part
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Status Whoa
03:26
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Leave your little lamp on, mother all the damp thoughts
Till you feel the comfort a new dawn
Filtering through the curtain of this old haunt
Minutes go by
Take stock of the washed up flotsam and detritus
All the wormholes in the woodwork of this crooked manse
Cover up the shame
Listening to the old shortwave
Distant echoes of a time when
When we'd calm our hearts by gaslight
As the cavalcade rumbles by
Cower in the marrow of this moment
The subtleties and nuances subside
As morning crows
Take stock of the washed up flotsam and detritus
All the wormholes in the woodwork of this crooked manse
Cover up the shame
Constant cycles
I tap the beat to a broken crotchet
I tap the beat to ultimately
Faultless hearts in lifeless husks
I'll die before I know
I've got miles to go before I sleep
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There were flashes in the distance
We didn't pay them any heed
Because it's better when the actors are invested in the scene
Get thee to a furnace and remould
This rusted hunk of copper into gold
Hang fire, don't be so bold
Wolves are scratching at your door
And the voices in your head
Are saying 'boy we're gonna get you, sell it to us dead'
Get thee to a furnace and remould
This rusted hunk of copper into gold
Hang fire, don't be so bold
Walk on, it's the obligation of the role
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Massive Ferguson
04:22
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I breathe once to tie my arms in knots
And close the door on lonely days
To impress, I tint the window pane
But practice with the shutters drawn
In haunted homes, I survive behind the damp walls
And revel in the soliloquies and sad songs
Of other souls cocooned within this cold void
I sympathise with their constant need to belong
Listen, listen, I want to hear the pipes of hell
To supplement my thirst for fear and fellowship
Listen, listen, I want to hear the words to ease
These rusted joints so I can walk amongst mortal men
I breathe once more to
Tie these fragile arms
And quietly leave the stage
Leave the stage
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