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honey
04:34
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2. |
skin
02:10
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I tend towards a life of style
Taking comfort in the surface of things
She said "I like the view from up here
All I see is what I need"
Skin.
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3. |
the empty news
02:33
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for every moment
that we wasted
when the light was still
you will beg for
just like I do,
the latest silence pill
so I'm gonna make my exit
when the void is filled
if its true, it don't move, you can walk right through
in the fullness of time I'm gonna unwind my mind
hung out to dry by a crystalline why
and like the autumn draughts turn to winter chills,
I'm gonna sink to the ground, there to drag you down
share in my views, hear the empty news
I been released
yeah yeah yeah
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4. |
dusk
03:09
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yeah I'm hockin' all my poems to the strange strange child
she poses me a riddle in the form of a naive rhyme
I answer in prose with exquisite, lyrical pride
but it seems I missed the mark and the mall-rat, she turns and cries
shouting to her now, startled startled eyes
"I've got some well earned views"
but I've lost my cue so I'm not inclined
I best move on, else I'll be removed
if only I could conjure
I'd make a sweet cool breeze
float me away like fairydown
settle me now where the air is clean
but that hot wind, its gotten me beat
its meltin' me down
still, I'm waitin', for the coldness of your call
lining up those who got something I don't
I'm gonna let it slip but better you mind
As the kid pointed out, I gotta way forward
and every way, its gonna be bleak
the crowd stares back, all those pale pale eyes
and I can't hardly see to think
if only I could conjure
I'd make a sweet cool breeze
float me away like fairydown
settle me now where the air is clean
but that hot wind, its gotten me beat
its meltin' me down
still, I'm waitin', for the coldness of your call
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5. |
dapper man
03:41
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with a mustard silk shirt
and a pig-blood tie
this dapper man was caught
outta time
with finest mauve flares
assuring style
this measured man took
good advice
for 10 years or more
we watched a sadness unfold.
hoarfrost eyes
and a cobweb mind
and how we wince when the conscience pricks
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6. |
ghost birds
03:12
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the complex engine New Zealand
.....Flickers of Cabaret Voltaire..…jabs early 80s Gaelo-celtic geetar melody generously wrapped in an Eno-esque crust with undertones of post-industrial industrialness"
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