1. |
The Pathetic Dreamer
06:06
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another great leap forward
leaving this room
mesmerising eyes survive me
off we go again
can't count the time my mind is
failing me
i can't remember why i like it
i feel sick
is there something wrong man?
hang on to everything
maybe i'm a loser
dreaming of what i could be
all my friends are big ears
send them your fantasies
is there something wrong man?
the great lakes
a hard pass
the great lakes
are nothing now
my conscience-ness
will work it out
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2. |
Lyal Eales
03:30
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there was a man who lived a happy life
he grew up smart and had a pretty wife
he worked a job and made a tidy pay
his clock went off at seven every day
people telling stories when he left
maybe he was sick?
maybe he was depressed?
there's something strange about this town
there was a girl who lived a desperate live
she grew up young and ran around at night
her friends all tell her that she's not ok
she ran away to join the cabaret
people telling stories when she left
maybe she was sick?
maybe she was depressed
there's something strange about this town
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3. |
A New Breed of Bludger
03:43
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this is all the same
keep your head in the game
peel your eyes, wire your jaw
keep making bets, not war
for now i'm doing fine
convinced my boots to shine
while they have their doubts
i keep them in my mouth
and all over russia
there's smoke and fire and sin
all over russia
an oliver rusher
keeps all of her ushers
andorra could crush her
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4. |
Leg Warmers
03:27
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legs warm on my own
uncovered skin
it's just enough to seem for real
her eyes glow in the dark
they're wearing thin
obsessed with all the first of kin
not drowning yet
but all i need is a place to swim
my nun was a mute
ate her way in
it's just enough for me
the heat shimmers on my neck
burning my skin
it's just enough to seem for real
do i talk enough?
i think it's working
encouraged eels to help you spell
transformed at once
exceptional, the new disease
if i miss it too much
there's no way in
it's just enough for me
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5. |
Waterhole
05:19
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under my skin
screaming up the walls
my childhood friend
drowning at the waterhole
and i can’t lie
but i’d love to tell you more
about my poetry
and while you cry
i’ll read to you aloud
my latest fantasy
mm
under my bed
squeezing out for all of ours
got to my head
just another ball for us
and try you might
but i’ll never get to see you
when you’re there
and i revise
that i’d only keep in touch
if i was dead
and so i’ll do it all for show
and turn my legs into stone
and gravity is flawed (oh no)
i’ll set my sights to the moon
and know that i can be there soon
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