1. |
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Oh, yes I can see that you're undone
Do I have to be such a narcissist?
'Cause every time you're tried, framed and docile
Yes I know, you see his fate
In a bowl of olives beside the toilet, spit me out
On a seafront, reassured so you curdle, just weaning
And I can see that you look tired, I'll understand if you want me gone
Another film to cut the static,
Another codeine to supplement protein,
Feel no pain
In a bowl of olives beside the toilet, spit me out
On a seafront reassured so you curdle, just weaning
Feel this weight
Like a wave across your back
Feel no pain
I'm sorry, I regret to inform you and you'll regret too
Your drains are clogged with hair and seed but
Don't worry, we'll have it fixed for you by next month
In the mean time stay off it and don't quit your day job, 'cause
Every time I have you over
Every time I have you over
Every time I have you over
Every time I have you
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2. |
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Father Long-Legs
Her pale white face
Pitter, patter, I drain her
Hell too scared to help you
What have I done this time?
In white and blue I'll love you
Lets do this again sometime
Get bent
Eat nails
Tie your ends
And set sail
Manic enchanted
The cold floor boards
I bury her under with six doves for luck
Mother Mary, I saved her
What I have done this time
God forbid
Under God's Sunshine
Get bent
Eat nails
Make amends
And set sail
Too late, I belong
Held below heavy dreams
Hide away or be lost
To what awaits
The cold creeps under my skin
As my impotent hands reach down
How dark this pit of memories
What's left if me
God can you, can you scratch this itch?
It's lifting through me
Get dressed
Cut out
Lie down
Head out
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3. |
Rhiana's Song
07:45
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Dragged, dragged through the earth, dragged through the air
Slow as the ground seems to swirl and appear
You, you’ve lost your sight, you’ve lost your ear
Earth seems to crown, quick and quicker, you become
Part of it
Dragged, dragged through the earth, dragged through the air
Bent metal will twist as it always has been
What a day to die, today
Liquefied, burned desire
Devoured, part of it
Of it
Gasping for air
The company of ghosts is all you keep now my dear
As the vinyl, warps and decays
His voice becomes stranger, day to day
Down, gasping for air
The company of ghosts is all you keep now, my dear
As his picture, starting to fade
A blank aphorism grows stronger every day
Every day
Dragged, dragged through the earth, dragged through the air
Slow as the ground seems to swirl and appear
You, you’ve lost your head, you’ve lost your sight
Earth seems to crown, quick and quicker, you become
Part of it
Take my hand, can’t you see it’s like
Last drinks, take away and disappear
Over there, won’t you sway so slowly
Take away how to dance
Won’t you join me now in a slow dance?
Last of the night, a slow dance
Take my hand, finally, live to
End the night, won’t we see sundown?
Take a breath, last of now, last ’til
Take it on, 'til the end
Won’t you join me now in a slow dance?
Last of the night, a slow dance
Won’t you join me now…?
Slow dance…
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4. |
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We dance in the vast expanse
Taken back in her hands
We dance on the cuticles/of a goddess, named Persistence
We dance, fall and roll and take our hand
Crome magnum
Salems fire and pagan spasm
Passive traps
Flat-Earthers just don't understand maps
I take the oak entrance
I had is in mind
I take a warning
Not in combating has beens
We dance in the vast expanse
Taken back in our hands/on the cuticles of a goddess, named Persistence
We dance on the cuticles/fallen back in her hands
Fallen down, puddles form and I am found
Home permit you ever left home
Stagger step in an interest
Taken back them faces men was wasted
I fake but it takes too long to relate
So you try and look alone
You want to be unsold again
We dance
Taken back in her hands
We dance on the cuticles of a goddess, named Persistence
We dance
Chrome Magnum
Salem fie and pagen spasm
Passive facts
Flat-Earthers don't understand math
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5. |
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Finally, something I can dance to tread this fantasy
Would you go there?
Twisted emphasis, dumb things I said
Now the truth is in my head
That you give me something I can show off
And I give you something you can blow off
You are a drink with bubbles
You are a dream with bubbles
Finally someone I can branch to
Would it mean anything if I were to go there?
You’re groomed to placid and self assured
Pierce my skin and find I’m just lard
Yeah you give me something I can show off,
And I give you something you can blow off
I’m with you over-cast in the peripheral, while you
give me something I can show all
You’ve pulled me over and through, deemed to
make sure that you’re grieving too
You are a drink with bubbles
You are a dream with bubbles
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