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Amateur Artist
03:01
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What do you do when you're not beautiful? Stylish and sexy, no effort at all. Thank you for coming, but heaven is full.
You're no long limbed Venus, no bronze Adonis. An amateur artist' s poor labour of love won't hang in The Tate as you wait for the experts to fawn and discuss. Not rich in a currency that's prone to rust.
Love, I want love, what all those poxy singers are singing of. Love, I want love I want it again.
Praying for manna to fall from above, eat what you can. No, it won't be enough. People will tell you to settle for lust.
The dreamer of dreams is the master of none. Don't let them know that you're not having fun. They made this life a mirage that you can only see from afar, whole you start to cover yourself like a scar.
Love, I want love, what all those poxy singers are singing of. Love, I want love I want it again.
I see the pain in your eyes, that's something I recognise.
Love, I want love, what all those poxy singers are singing of. Love, I want love I want it again.
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Suit Yourself
03:51
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Walking 'round these empty streets of gold, sometimes your feet are all you've got.
I'd rather be where the talk is free for all in the streets where time forgot.
Well I've broken all my promises to the one I loved the most.
Sometimes id rather sail on stormy seas than to drift along the coast
Well if you really need me always why did you leave me on the shelf?
And now I share the sky with all the stars, you could've had me to yourself.
You suit yourself. But you'd have never wanted more.
A subtle urge to pack my things and leave, like a bird among the trees.
There's a dissonance in this heart of mine, they sing in perfect harmony.
Well I've broken all my promises to the one I loved the most.
Sometimes id rather sail on stormy seas than to drift along the coast
Well if you really need me always why did you leave me on the shelf?
And now I share the sky with all the stars, you could've had me to yourself.
You suit yourself. But you'd have never wanted more.
Absolution is not hours that you've bled. Absolution is the dark when you're dead.
You wont feed your god with the choices you've made.
You'll feed the roses that grow upon your grave.
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I don't mind, I can play the role.
But oh, sometimes, it starts to take its toll I'm afraid.
Yeah, you can touch me but I'm out of reach. I make it look so easy. No, you would never believe. One night you caught me, scared me half to death. In a crowded room you leaned in close to me and said:
"Hey, are you there? Can you tell me where you are? Hey, are you there? As time went by, you learned to lie."
Some could give me more, but you gave me all you had. I made for the door but you held tight to my hand.
It's like a dream where you're stuck to the ground. I'm up in the clouds and I don't think I'm coming down. You look confused as if we've never met. I'm screaming in my sleep I'm just so inarticulate.
"Hey, are you there? Can you tell me where you are? Hey, are you there? As time went by, you learned to lie."
Some could give me more, but you gave me all you had. I made for the door but you held tight to my hand.
I know I left you on the shelf. They say that isolation is so bad for your health, like loving someone who cannot love themself, like loving someone who cannot love themself, like loving someone who cannot love themself.
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Bottoms of Barrels
03:23
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Looking for love in all the wrong places, like the back seats of taxis and in strangers faces. Fumbling for change and slowly turn the key, the ceiling is spinning, at least the floors holding onto me.
I'll start renovations. I can't wait 'till the Mason has the bleak realisation that we'll have to knock the whole wall through. I'll tear them down, as much as it is hurting me. I'll tear them down. I'm never saying never, no, I'm never saying never again.
I guess it turns out that love isn't really all you need. I'm at the end of my rope, I'm holding out hope for someone to hold onto me. I think I need something more, like a shred of dignity but I finally realised when I look in your eyes, you aren't looking back at me.
I'm a jigsaw, misshapen, trying to fit in the picture and the harder I force it, desperation is clearer. Creaking under the weight of vulnerability. Oh its easy to think that there's something wrong with me. I'll tear them down, as much as it is hurting me. I'll tear them down. I'm never saying never, no, I'm never saying never again.
I guess it turns out that love isn't really all you need. I'm at the end of my rope, I'm holding out hope for someone to hold onto me. I think I need something more, like a shred of dignity but I finally realised when I look in your eyes, you aren't looking back at me.
And I'm losing sight of shore. I've never been so far before. I'm sick of always wanting more, riptide I'm with you.
Looking for love in all the wrong places, like the bottoms of barrels. It's been found stranger places.
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5. |
Falling For You
03:24
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Now everything has changed.
We're dwindling like falling lights.
But you're still ruining my appetite.
Did ye think the whole thing was falling together?
Now everything has changed
And you're in my head all the time.
In there scribbling on my straight lines
and now the whole thing is falling together.
I could lead the world like a guiding light and you'd never ever think it enough.
Or I could just watch it all fall away.
Why am I still falling for you?
I thought that you were strong
when you said were all the same
but were still playing that pointless game.
I thought our fortunes would change with the weather.
When picking sides is wrong.
You're like a stringless flying kite.
Just keep screaming what you think's right.
Did ye think the whole thing was falling together?
I could lead the world like a guiding light and you'd never ever think it enough.
Or I could just watch it all fall away.
Why am I still falling for you?
Again I've kissed the ground, I cant help falling down.
We've all been lost and found, I can't help falling down.
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6. |
Face Off
03:09
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Like a drop in the ocean.
Like a ball of string undone.
Did I think I was perfect.
Did I think I loved what I'd become.
I thought I shone in the night sky
but stars are billions to one.
And there's no home in the ether
and I'm not some god's only son.
She said get that face off ye darling please.
I know you know that I tried.
Is the place between feelings
a place to quantify your loss.
Like you just noticed your bleeding
as they pulled you from the cross.
Like your compassion for healing
only kicks in when you're dead.
Like an emotional ceiling
that collapsed in on your head.
She said get that face off ye darling please.
I know you know that I tried.
Oh I'm feeling it now.
For the rest of my life, I'll just go without.
She said get that face off ye darling please.
I know you know that I tried.
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Careerist
02:16
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I'm a careerist now, don't ask me how, it happened slowly.
I started looking down for the profound in the ordinary. So that's why I take the long way home.
These days your words don't mean what they used to mean to people like me. I've grown an appetite I can't satisfy with my hopes and dreams. So that's why I can't take the long way home.
I spend my time like it isn't mine, like I've nothing to lose here. In the end I know I've nothing to show but that's not the point my dear.
Things I would sing in crowds, I didn't know how to say quietly. These days I'm tired from fuelling the fire. I've people depending on me. So I just can't take the long way home.
I spend my time like it isn't mine, like I've nothing to lose here. In the end I know I've nothing to show but that's not the point my dear.
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Bow & Arrow
03:26
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They thought the sun would never set, but once the fear had left they lost us all.
Then they bent us like a bow, releasing the arrow. They lost us all.
We’ve started looking forward instead of down.
But it is what’s inside us that makes us loud.
Maybe mothers bury daughters and fathers bury sons in the land they’re from.
Generations of shame forced us against the grain. They lost us all.
Fall from grace, the smile slips from their face. They lost us all.
We’ve started looking forward instead of down.
But it is what’s inside us that makes us loud.
Maybe mothers bury daughters and fathers bury sons in the land they’re from.
Maybe mothers, singing softer.
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It was the dead of summer and it felt like the beginning and end.
Days bled into each other, I heard music that would bruise me how could I be the same again?
Like seeing in colour for the first time,
Now hate has a brother, he’s a friend of mine.
And now you got me singing at the top of my lungs
“What is going on?”
Singing at the top of my lungs
“Do you know this song?”
Singing at the top of my lungs
“What is going on?”
It’s blocked out the sun.
It gave me the words to say where I’ve been.
To carve out of stone the things that I’ve seen.
And now you got me singing at the top of my lungs
“What is going on?”
Singing at the top of my lungs
“Do you know this song?”
Singing at the top of my lungs
“What is going on?”
It’s blocked out the sun.
The years started weighing heavy on my feet,
I didn’t even notice I’m on my own.
I replaced the bone now with slab and stone.
I didn’t even notice I’m on my own.
I stopped in my tracks like I’d been robbed.
The chorus kicked in I wasn’t singing along.
The words were the same; the meaning was lost.
That’s how I found out I’d grown out of your songs.
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Well there are secrets around this town.
Under the pretence of faith turning us around.
Well there are rotten lies but there's worse ones that are true.
Well there's a depth of cold in this place.
Like the smell of your death over a warm embrace.
There are feeding times that were stolen straight from you.
They'll sing hallelujah
Cause you wont be here tomorrow will you.
So please don't hold my hand.
They were screaming from the septic tanks
While the father sat there as you sank
and your mothers eyes cried waterfalls for you.
Well there's no room left in this hole.
Full of digested sacraments and dirty souls
Well there's benevolent saviours content to ignore you.
Well there's an evil cold to their ease.
To treat the fruit of your love just like a new disease.
Like to hold onto life was shameful point of view.
They'll sing hallelujah
Cause you wont be here tomorrow will you.
So please don't hold my hand.
They were screaming from the septic tanks
While the father sat there as you sank
and your mothers eyes cried waterfalls for you.
They'll sing hallelujah
Cause you wont be here tomorrow will you.
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11. |
Moment in Time
04:10
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They say that love is all you need, but all that love is, is entropy.
You shouldn't waste away your life thinking you'll die alone.
Some fish just swim right through the net and some things you just have to accept.
You shouldn't ring the hospital and hope to die at home.
Appreciate the subtleties of time because not knowing everything is fine.
Life is like holding water in your fingers, you'll watch it fall away.
Stop counting beans and count your friends because we all just die here in the end.
It will throw a noose around your neck and watch you swing away.
Every day ends with a moment in time, and you'll never know everything before you die.
Every book ends with a dot on the line, and you'll never know everything before you die.
Everybody thinks that they're the one, like something special had begun
When they came screaming into this world. like the whole place heard your call.
We're all just destined for decay and there's nothing more that you can say
Our pathetic need to make our mark just adds height to our fall.
We watched you fall away.
And as the rain set in.
Knew there'd be no more summer days.
As we threw clods on your grave like a knocking door
As if you'd open up and say.
"This was all just a big mistake,
I really got yis lads.
You should have seen your stupid face"
And we could all be free of these chains.
And live our hopeful lives
But we know that's not the case.
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12. |
Accident Prone
02:20
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The big talks are bigger; the handshakes are longer.
The small print is smaller too.
The phone calls come later, I get scared to answer.
Sometimes no news is good news.
They don’t teach you this shit in school, taking a deep breath's the golden rule.
I guess you’re on your own after that.
I think the future’s accident prone,
Can you believe I’m an adult grown and I still have to lean on you?
The worst tragedies you will face strike on the most innocuous days,
They’ll come completely out of the blue and into the black.
You're making decisions you’d never make, praying to gods that you will forsake,
This was not meant to happen to you.
Now it’s specialists and consultants,
Counsellors, lawyers, recipient’s reluctance,
Probate and red tape, insurance, assurance value.
They don’t teach you this shit in school, taking a deep breath's the golden rule.
I guess you’re on your own after that.
I think the future’s accident prone,
Can you believe I’m an adult grown and I still have to lean on you?
The worst tragedies you will face strike on the most innocuous days,
They’ll come completely out of the blue.
And when your eyes adjust to the dark, you’ll be blinded by the smallest spark.
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13. |
A Darkness In Us
02:28
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We used to sing old songs in a clumsy attempt to appear more mature.
On those late-night walks home, we would confess all the things we had done.
Straight from our heart to the tip of our tongue.
I was in love with being young.
It's a break up that’s usually rough.
The curtain is starting to close on my dreams.
I know it happens to everybody.
When it comes down it's a room light can’t touch.
Is that what you meant when you said there’s a darkness in us?
I will remember that when I’m standing in the sun,
A darkness in us, a darkness.
I will remember that next time I can’t open up.
There’s a darkness in us, a darkness in us.
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