1. |
Miami Funk
03:44
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Build me a bridge,
Build it my friend,
Then burn it down,
Build me a bridge, baby,
Force it down,
Go on, sedate me!
Build me a bridge,
Build it my friend,
Just because you point it out,
Doesn't make it stop
Build me a bridge, baby,
Force it down
Go on, sedate me,
Build me a bridge, baby,
Build it my friend,
Then burn it down
Just because you point it out,
Doesn't make it stop
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2. |
Under The Sun
03:19
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Wake up,
Wake up the monster,
Dining only on what we have left,
Feed 'em me...
Lets stop,
Stop by the roadside,
Laughing only because of regret
Reach the trees
Hold your breath
Count to three
Come with me,
To the water,
Hold me down,
mould the clouds,
come with me to the water,
help me drown,
Theres no excuse,
So can you please stop crying
Cause i don't live there anymore,
I left the smoke,
As id engulfs my shadow,
I left my monster at the door
I left my monsters here,
I left my monsters at the door,
Come with me,
To the water,
Hold me down,
Mould the clouds,
Come with me to the water,
Help me drown,
Oh come help me drown!
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3. |
Shaker
04:57
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Your beauty reigns supreme,
With a little less faith,
No more,
Silent breath,
Im not wise, i just speak slowly,
Im not inclined to let go,
This mountain looks so clean,
Head for the top,
Don't lets get caught in the crossfire,
Im not wise, i just speak slowly,
Im not inclined to let go,
Your eyes are in my dreams,
And i'm asleep at the wheel,
My bags packed with sulphur and lies,
Theres no hearts left to steal,
Pull tight my laces,
The brick road is yellow and blood stained,
Pick through my bag full of faces,
Lay down in the grass and pretend,
I'm not wise, i just speak slowly,
I'm not inclined to let go
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4. |
Big Sleeper
03:43
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I command nothing
I demand zero
I am no spirit
I have been miss quoted
Left to toil and reap the rewards
Push me back towards the sun
Work the fields and dorb the doors
Only i say when we're done
I command nothing
I demand zero
We a'int dead yet
Push it round and round again
Push it round again
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5. |
Gallonman
07:04
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Seasons condensed into one room
It snows here in mid july
Ill pile it into a corner
Ill heap it against the door
Stick all my to do lists together
And paint them into the walls
Leave your half beaten coat
Hanging on top of mine
There's no dirt in here
Time exists on a circular plane
As a human i have no choice
Amongst the dead i have to many
As a human i have no voice
Amongst the dead i have to many
Seasons condensed into one room
Snow drifts hanging out with rain
Lack lustre rivers can wander
The trains de-railed inside my brain
I got a fear of all illiterates
But nothing scares me like myself
Dead to my surroundings
But nothing scares me like myself
Time Exists on a circular plane
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6. |
Doomer
04:41
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Fragile like the cobwebs in spring,
Light reflecting energy,
Dreaming slowly back to my skin,
Time is gently crushing me,
Visions into words are exhaled,
Contemplate the beautiful,
Hold my hand and stumble this trail,
My foggy ghosts will lead me,
Pass ma head back into the clouds,
Haunted earthly scenery,
Everything i do to make you proud,
I don't feel sick....
Sideways,
I fall,
Into the cracks,
Help me to crawl,
Back onto track,
Drag my skinned knees,
Over disease
Lift my eyelids,
Up to the trees,
Dream me,
Into existence
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7. |
Lend Me A Crushed Ear
03:12
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I've got so much hate,
I can no longer see,
The contempt that i feel for the supposedly 'free'
Marching together,
The intellectual slum,
Diluted and lobotomised by mass media scum,
String up the rich,
Rain a storm on there castle,
The bourgeoisie are drowning,
And the class divide is a fossil,
Teaching never to ask questions,
You are fortune for the weak,
Grave digging plots,
For minimum wage,
My cracked lips are bleeding
And we're begging for change,
Box office poison,
Slipped into my cup,
Fledglings and failures,
For conjuring up...
Ill take my time
With you
There's nothing on my mind anymore
We can change the moon....
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8. |
Slow Moth
06:01
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Lightning strikes twice,
on the 3rd of the month,
Blessed be to christ,
Thats what she told me, anyway,
Level out, was whispered,
My head sank through the floor,
Desperate are the blankets,
Breathing through your spores,
I am dust and i am Gold,
Trap me in a Glass,
i am dust and i am old,
Try to hum my soul,
Through grit and earth and filth,
The frost will eat us all,
Its colder than it was yesterday,
Meet me in our hole,
Your heart tastes beautiful,
Distracted by your light,
Distracted by your light,
I am dust and i am Gold,
Trap me in a glass,
I am dust and i am old
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9. |
Tortoise
10:26
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Im teething again,
Im seething my friend,
Dig in the sand,
Build our homes,
Cold are my hands,
Wind my head back down,
I've been thinking bout it,
On my way back down,
Wind my head back
Cold are my hands
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