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10:05
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I'll hold tight to your fingers
As the lights flash inside your head
A single tear leaves a shrivelled eye and falls onto your chest
Courage out cold on a hospital bed
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
You emerge into the new world
Surfaces contract around you
Keep your eye on that man who is holding the forceps
An array of shapes
Repeating patterns
You watch your interior world on the big screen
And soon you'll be under the knife
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The Promised Land
13:24
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How do you feel?
So this is how it feels
To be some part of the world
Just like you always wanted
What do you want me to tell you today?
So this is our promised land
A land of hope and glory
Take it from me that I'm not what you wanted
Take on someone who can push you around
This is our promised land
Listen to it tearing me apart
A golden opportunity
If only you would take the chance
If only you would join the fun
Though I've been awake for weeks
Nothing gets done here
Black water
Oil me up
Heart rate well into the hundred-and-nineties
Three times a week it's under twenty
Oneëighty over ninety
Oneëighty; quick turnaround
We are now on final approach
Ladies and gentlemen
Tighten your belts
We will shortly be landing in Utopia
That's what you get when you listen to reason
An army of men who all think they know better
But they don't understand the conditional tense
If you could just let them all go
Noöne tells you what to do
Noöne will listen
Noöne has a thought in their head
That's nothing new
This is what you wanted
This is what you get
So this is our promised land
A land of
Take it from me that I'm not what you're looking for
Take on someone who can
This is our promised land
Listen to it breaking my heart
We'll shower you with riches
If only you would join the fun
If only you would join the fun
If only you would join the fun
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3. |
Scarcroft
11:35
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in 2019 i am going to be a good idea
my life is not good policy
you can use the old one
i am not very hard to get to
i am not sure what to expect from me
my life is not the same page
but the new year is so far and away
the kitchen sits in awkward silence
the employees told me you were here
i took the first of my own impersonal loans
it's not enough
in 2019 i am going to be in the middle of the bible
christ tells me how to be imperialistic
my life is not the same page
but the new year is so far and away
my life is not the last one
but you should know the LORD can't save us
it's four o'clock in the morning
so don't expect me to be concise
you are not the intended recipient
you are not the intended recipient
you are not the intended recipient
it's time to go
on dixon lane, off george street, three hundred years ago, they drained industrial waste through those hatches, now there's only old needles in used pork pies
a boathouse by the river on the way to the station, sitting by the most colourful flower garden you've ever seen, In Memoriam: some mass murderer or other
we just walked straight on by
on grassmarket there's a palm tree in a barrel
what did you see in there?
past scarcroft, through hob moor tunnel, the trains go by overhead, nobody in them
an empty drunk sat on a bicycle, going nowhere in particular, two disreputables in lukewarm pursuit
i'm sitting on the plague stone just to gather my thoughts
thinking about the houses falling into the river: at least it's warmer than the snow
i mistook the staff for a break-in
easy enough to do in the moonlight
i just had to take shelter from the waves
you used to wash my mind into the sea
and i was getting people
and i was seeing them go
and i was made in writing
and i was paying for the work
and i was getting people
and they would tell me where to go
and i was going out there
so this is where they went
i am a beautiful person
i'm a beautiful person
i'm a beautiful person
i am a beautiful person
i'm a beautiful person
i'm a beautiful person
i am the very best of luck
i am the latest version of a waste
i know all the fastest ways to wait
for something that never comes
i'm a beautiful person
i'm a beautiful person
i'm a beautiful person
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4. |
Pixy
07:27
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There's a deathly chill
Hanging over this town
Wear all the flowers you want to
It'll still be here when you take everything off
This unmusical silence
It cannot go on
Play that chord again and
Sing a standard or two
There are no other songs to sing anymore
And all that we've said is all that could ever have been said to us
That's all there is to say when you're coming down with tulips and you're holding up the hem
Hey little posh boy
You're so much money
So very very funny
How you think you're going to help
The flowers are a nice touch
But we'd rather have your legs
Tie your tie too tight and
Let us fill up your throat
Your voice is climbing up the octaves
Your eyes roll back in your head
Constriction heals all but the deepest of wounds
You've got to put me in that little box
But there are no boxes big enough
Too much room in the future for you to come along
This isn't culture anymore
Alphabetize me
Compartmentalize me
Decimalize me
Alleviate me
Alphabetize me
Compartmentalize me
Rationalize me
Asphyxiate me
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5. |
Waiting (For A Letter)
03:43
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I remember when that's all there was in life
I remember how there was nothing else to discuss
I remember all the tiny controversies
And jokes at my own expense
I wish I could go back to that sofa
I wish we could chat about each other again
I remember it all
Yesterday's parties and the common interest
I wish I was still young enough to sleep with the light on
I wish I wasn't old enough to close the curtains when we go to bed
Who will lead the demonstration
It meant so much more than a lucky dip
I'm waiting for a gust of wind
You're waiting for a letter
But we're not doing this today
Talk yourself into a corner
Drink yourself into a hole
Wriggle wriggle, twist and shout
There's no place left for you in this town now
And now it's all about the network
But I can't live like that
When every single problem has a person to solve
Who will lead the demonstration?
It meant so much more than a lucky dip
I'm waiting for a gust of wind
You're waiting for a letter
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6. |
At The Farmer's Market
06:59
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Don't ask me for anything
Don't talk to me the way that you talk
Oh what a nice specimen
What a luxurious thing for your arm
You ain't no human being
Until you know that everyone else is
How does that feel
And you can argue over the history
But it's all in the past to me
Nobody wronged you
You can take a walk along the wall
See so many creatures
Bore them to death, it's their fault if they leave you
And it's all just to be perfect
To be perfect you sequester yourself
No time to be anyone else's
How does it feel
To be a tall handsome stranger
To be a dark studio prop for a republican man
Who says you look pretty english
But not as pretty as the English look
How would that feel
How would it feel
Don't you remember how it felt
To be hiding under that bridge
How can you ask for that again
Please god
Let this be the last time
And God looked upon the men
And He saw that they were good
And God felt a deep dismay
For without His suffering their lives would have no meaning
And so God said "let there be ignorance"
And there was ignorance; and the ignorant induced suffering upon the reasonable
And God saw that it was good
And God said "let goodness not be that which blesses the greatest number: let it instead be that which was done in the past"
And it was so
And God looked again upon the men
And He blessed their holy suffering
For He knew that it was good
And all the centuries of time did go by
And all that passed was as the LORD intended
But God looked once more upon the men
And He saw a great disaster
For they had come to enjoy their suffering
And lo, it had lost its meaning
And so God created women
And God said "the women shall suffer in place of the men"
And God saw that it was good
And God blessed the suffering of the people
And God blessed those who led His flock to their deaths
And god wondered at the words of the people as they took him away
"You or us" they said
Such lovely meat
For your loneliness
Happiness
The joy of a hard day's back-breaking work
Your reward in the evening
A needle in the centre of god's unseeing eye
A slab of flesh to devour at your leisure
Like pigs at the farmer's market
So much respect
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You liked how it felt to be a powerful man
You did everything in moderation
You weren't given the truth
You wouldn't return it
And nobody trusts you
That's why we need you
You can sit on council bench
You're not my leader
You can sit on council bench
But you don't rule me
And you can sing for your supper, little monkey in the music hall
Piggy in the dancehall, piggy in the ballroom
Feel the bile rising in your throat as you know your life is nearly over
It's nearly over, it's nearly over
You can sit on council bench
You're not my leader
You can sit on council bench
But you don't rule me
You say you want peace
But you break it
By talking too much
You talk too much
And what you give with one hand the other takes away
And you call it diplomatic
Call it diplomatic
Call it diplomatic
Immunity
You can sit on council bench
But you don't rule me
You can sit on council bench
You'll never rule me
You don't rule me
You don;t rule me
You dotn rlue me
Youndont rule me
Yu dnt rue me
You dt rluwe eam
You sint' tile mw
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