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Ship (not) Lion
02:51
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// SHIP
It's a shame, my body's a jelly mould that I'm trying to forgive you for.
There's no shame in breaking the jelly mould that I'm trying to forgive you for.
There wasn't a bud we could nip.
We'll sink this ship, and forget what we said. We were both young.
We'll sink this ship, and drown ourselves in everything we ever did wrong.
We'll dedicate this strum to the asterisk that hangs over the night.
Sun in the morning come down and make it right.
I'm confused, my brain is a bowl of soup.
It's unbearable, I've gone home.
It's no use, my brain is a bowl of soup, and my face is a microphone.
Let your song out,
From your lungs right into my mouth,
Until I'm full of your persuasive sound.
We'll burn this town.
Burn this town and pretend it was all for a sad song.
We'll dedicate this strum to the match that kept it burning through the night.
Sun in the morning come down,
And make the rain in the morning come down and make it right.
// LION
You're like a lion in the bedroom,
It's making me nervous.
There's a lion in the bedroom.
Somebody get help.
And to be absolutely honest,
I'm feeling hard done by.
I can't believe my ears.
I can't believe your eyes.
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Breakfast Time
02:47
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Happy staphylococci,
Open up it's breakfast time.
Feel the fever rising in your bones?
That's the calling card of those... [BIO-PATHOGEN].
Pockets of posies,
And rings of rosy crosses might look nice,
But we must be stoic,
When faced with placeboic nursery rhymes.
Scarlet, yellow, any shade...
Lay those colours on my grave.
Or am I just a beach hut holiday?
Is it a terrible way to terrify a rational brain?
Runny nose, and the Reich will rise again.
I'm doomed to die of worrying when
I meet another pack of those [PATHOGEN].
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Colour Me Out
03:10
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Stop tearing yourself down,
You're getting very good at looking very good at
Turning your life around.
Stop wearing yourself out,
You're wasting all your energy and all your time
To put pen to paper towel.
In the mansion of your mind,
There's a room with a view.
Of Barafundle blue.
(Paint me blue like sea spray and melancholy.)
We're gonna fumble through.
(Paint me red like rose-tinted memory.)
Who put the onus inside you?
When sense strikes the hammer down,
That's your cue to colour me out.
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4. |
Charles the Never
03:06
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Charlie, Charlie,
You can't change the things that you know.
Believe me Charlie,
You can't ask the wind not to blow.
Charlie, are we gonna be sad when all that we have is gone?
No!
Whatever we are we are,
We cannot be glum when everything comes to pass in the end of it all.
Charlie, Charlie,
No stopwatch can stop what you can't control.
Between the body and mind, we're just all piss and atoms.
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Pounce
01:19
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Tiger's green and forest eyes,
Sneak out softly watchful wise.
A sight to behold!
Forethought could have been the thing that reminds us
To think before we pounce upon that we don't mean.
Heat inside and palm outturned,
Move in slowly and unfurl.
A sight to be seen!
But who would have known how to remind us
To think before we chose,
Based on how to get home?
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Amongst the Shielings
03:38
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A wife, just a wife who knew too much.
A husband feared.
Stormy wild, whisky fired,
Must mean she's dangerous and got rid of.
A fight and a struggle,
But she was taken...
So very far away.
A mother with a power.
Desperation, paranoia.
From the Highlands,
Then by boat to the Monarch Islands
Two more years of isolation
For our now lost tongueless patient.
And she didn't even know the name
Of her place of enforced habitation.
From those seal-flecked shores they wavered,
Another prison awaited lady;
To the cliffs where the sea birds whiten,
And the people of her frighten.
If you want to silence her,
By gannet or by fulmar,
Take away her children and then send her to St Kilda.
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7. |
Pavement Driver
04:07
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8. |
Forecast
02:45
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Every shout,
Every song,
Every loudness is crowding you out and leading you on.
Every sea,
Every sky,
Every deep blue distraction can change in the blink of an eye.
Every cloud is hopelessly true to form.
They're always shedding silver linings,
But you're never getting caught in a storm.
Everywhere,
Everyone,
Everybody but you seems to cope just carrying on through life,
Like a cloudy day.
Showers start,
So far the same,
But drizzle drowns when you watch out for rain.
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9. |
Shut Your Mouth
02:18
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Shut your mouth,
And squeeze until the hue and cry inside has petered out.
You believe in nurses, don't you?
Silence is nursing you now.
The fact of the matter is, the facts that matter won't get told.
Keep shtum.
Speaking out won't help anyone.
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Dinosaurs
03:30
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Dinosaurs and debutantes,
A scene of carnivores
Ferociously devouring you,
And all your vintage friends.
Throw down your badges, you'll soon see that when the magic ends...
The dinosaurs you dreamt about,
They really mean fuck all,
So say it loud and say it proud,
"No polka dot, no pain,"
No intervention needed, just give back the stolen salad days.
Dinosaurs of ages old,
Were lizard overlords,
Since incorrectly pigeonholed
With all things new and clean.
Run for your life before you find out what they really mean.
Be like D-I-N-O-S,
And never be, ever be,
Sad or small or over-stressed.
Be like dinosaurs,
But trim your claws
And be as useless as the rest.
Give me a 'D'.
Give me an 'I'.
Give me reason to believe
That giving an 'N',
Giving an 'O',
Could fix anything about
The chemical weapons and war and opression
That fill our minds
With chemical weapons and war,
Is it better to live in prehistoric times?
Do what you like,
Nobody can stop you.
But I have my concerns about the kind of animal life that you're so attached to.
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11. |
Right to Raft
03:51
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The Nature Centre Birmingham, UK
The Nature Centre plays three-minute pop songs, stuffed with ideas like a suitcase packed too late.
Debut album 'Never Not' is out now! Prog magazine called it "a miniature avant-pop masterpiece", don't ya know.
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Bowie rides the white swan, except it's a fairground ride narrated by Noel Coward. Fist-clenching, air-punching, mutated rock god stuff.
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Great album.. thanks for the gong gigs Kavus... respect from Phil...You broke my fall xxxx
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