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August
01:34
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Sleep
I promise no one will ever find us here
Sleep
Athwart time, still
I’ll be the sentry nestled near
Should fail my eyes
The day will sink us
But now will be forever ours
Ours
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Are you really happy
Are you really happy at all
Are you really faking
Are you really faking it all
Broken tongues and broken times
The sharpest words on every single line
You gotta get it somehow
You’re gonna kill us somehow
Are you really trying
Are you really trying to make this work
Are you really hoping
Are you really hoping we’ll get strong
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3. |
Leave Britney Alone
04:19
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It’s a fables’ war
“Belligerents won’t heed for my art,
My curves, my soul’s aesthetic”
So, run for the arms!
Misfitting pieces hang by their panties,
High, by the stars and stripes
Let shrivel that fabric mould!
Let your skin recite your marigold, your madrigal
Let tarnish that awkwardly odd
Idea that all that glitters might not be made of gold
Or made of stone
Or made of gold
(I feel it coming, oh no)
Who knows what’s right or wrong
I’m afraid of what you think
And I’m scared
If the simplest logic principle is rescinded and wrong
Then what can I think
About the air that I breathe
Please let me think
Am I the only person here who saw that coming?
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4. |
Strasbourg
04:54
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I don’t need you
I don’t need you
Anymore
I don’t need to
I don’t need to
Anymore
‘Cause time has washed away
All the memories, all the songs, all the faces
I sit straight and I wait for the next
Shiny train to pass my way
Shit
It’s been four years
It’s been four years
And what have I done
It’s been four years
It’s been four years
And it’s still stuck in my throat
It’s all here, bright and vivid, burnt in my guts
All the memories, all the songs, all the faces
And I wish I could have stayed one more night
At least we’d have make it somehow right
You left your heart overseas
You were so different to me
You were the first to condemn
How could you become one of them
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5. |
Bordeaux
01:18
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It’s still here like a glaring coat of arms
Boisterous silence on the countless, sleepless nights
Anyone would be falling out of love
But I hang on; the cliff just feels like home
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Nothing ends, nothing fails
I’m just always on the verge of something else
I’m the liquid sands, slowly dripping from your window pane
Until you look out for something else
Nothing ends,
You’re the slaughter crafter,
Floating, faceless, on the crime scene of common sense
I’m the quiet evenings
Under a stretched lips theme
With you, realising you’d be better off with someone else
I spend my spare time
Thinking about your silly friends
And all their silly commiserating lines
I spend my spare time
Thinking about your silly friends
And all the things they do when they make you mesmerized
I’m just scared; you are so ill prepared
For the woken dream coming in
While there are nightmares floating all around
That so called life you live
There is this poster life I keep up here
You must worry not for me
When the time comes I’ll just tear it off
And pours the gasoline!
I spend all my spare time
Thinking about all the empty frames
And the pictures they’ll never embrace
Of a life I know suits you
Twice as much as the one they’ll give you
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7. |
Sick and Tired
02:12
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I am so sick and tired of all your tedious friends
I am so sick and tired of all their famous trends
If you’re leaving, you won’t go missing
I am so sick and tired of you
I am so sick and tired of all your serenades
I am so sick and tired of you just getting laid
If you love her, you’re not a fighter
I am so sick and tired of you
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8. |
Leave Me
04:34
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Yeah, I’m tired of trying, just like you
Yet another lame makeshift excuse
Won’t save us
Tolerance has played us both for fools
We consecrate the art of being cruel
Please end this
Take my word as a good bye
And leave me
Lose your temper, clear your mind
Oh, leave me, just leave me
Shelve the dream and seal the deal
Oh, leave me
Play the game, yeah, play it real
Oh, leave me, just leave me
Snow is falling, time is freezing by
While we contemplate how hard we’ll have to try
Let’s face it
Tolerance is playing us both for fools
While we cowardly celebrate “being cruel”
Just end this
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9. |
Lake Montauk Great White
05:14
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When the day opens up I can tell I will be up before you
I’ll arrange for this day not to be the last one worthy of one of your smiles
When the sun crashes in I’ll be weaving the blanket
That I hope will suffice to let you sleep through just one more night
I’ll arrange for this day not to be the last one you remember really being alive
I met another one
I was gliding in the wrinkles
Of the Glenlivet and sweet cologne
I was in so deep with the spoor
I took my manliest pose
And started pulling like mad horse
She bloomed right through the ripples,
Shattered in beads the silk coat
Sent flying past the moon
I couldn’t think, I’d just pull,
‘Til this overwhelming rue
Grew
I’d been hiding all along
All along
Out in the dankest burrows of existence
Where I was just dreaming of some place else
I’d been biding all along
All along
And now all I can hear is you crying
Wishing you’d never found me,
Broken and shattered in splinters of myself
Like I’ll make you
I can’t bear the thought of seeing you that way
I met another one
So I’ll be hiding all along
All along,
Oh, I just can’t bear the thought of destroying
What I’ve waited for for all my life
And I’ll be stifling all along
All along,
Under the weight of the memory
Until I finally stop to breathe
I’ll be hiding all along
On and on and on
I’ll treat this as a nightmare
And carry it as a cross to my grave
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10. |
Constants and Variables
11:30
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Act 1. The Speed of Light
I just can’t seem to get to like my way of life
When my everyday fails to hide
The direction that I despise
And I’m running
And I just can’t seem to get to like the speed of light
When every thought that I devise
Translates into X’s and Y’s
What do I know for sure?
I’ve once been told
That if you tucked in what you are
With good intentions mired in your heart
You would find home
And it’s the problem
Even who I am translates into the worst equation there is
And about patience I can tell you a thing or two
With twenty-two years of motivation
Based on the mere observation that good things
Come to those who wait
And about reciprocity I can but nod scathingly
It’s the condemnation for my peremptory lack of judgement
Act 2. Paint the Walls like I Do
I used to see, from my ivory cave,
A noose as a sieve, to sift me from myself
And as I’m craning off the ground
I’d feel the cold grip of my antagonist self
Yelling “Please, wait!”
“I thought of a brand new way we could live without waiting for something above
I thought of a brand new way to exist without waiting for things that’ll never come
I thought of a brand new way we could get along while waiting for someone else to come home”
Act 3. You’re an Artist, After All
I’ve been through mad, mad sorrow
I’ve been through it all alone
By spitting my guts on my bedroom walls
And wielding that plectrum like a scalpel
Now, I cannot help but wonder why
I cry into this microphone when all, all,
All of the people that I know have gone through as much without…
I’ve been so blank and shallow
I’ve gone from man to shadow
Curled up in a ball under my skin
Urging to feel something from nothing
I cannot help but wonder why
I cry into this microphone when all, all,
All of the people that I know have gone through so much without…
Howling like wolves
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