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Slide
03:40
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I'm out cold like hope, stoned and limed
My man had 4 jacks and I the drink and moonlight
I'm out cold like old satellites
I shoulda called it but I'll know for the next time
I'm out cold from ode-stolen lines
I had a fall back but shot through like a TEC-9
I'm out and cold but I'm still motivated for the next life
Would ya, babe
Would ya, babe
Would ya, babe – let me slide?
Would you really let me
Would you really let me
Would you really let me
Would you really let me slide?
Would you really let me
Would you really let me
Would you really let me
Would you really let me slide?
I'm out cold like ghosts on The Rye
I tried to duck out but got caught by a stiff right
Ohhh now it's just that back 9
I'm out cold again, the failure of a lifetime
I'm out a cold and every moment's slipping by
Still hoping truth still betters style
I'm out cold now, having fallen from some withering height..
Would ya, babe
Would ya, babe
Would ya, babe – let me slide?
Would you really let me
Would you really let me
Would you really let me
Would you really let me slide?
Would you really let me
Would you really let me
Would you really let me
Could you really let me slide?
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2. |
Slush
03:57
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Once it was all about the slush, babe
Yes, it was all about the slush,
until we made it dry – all denied
And mined it and grind it 'till mummified
Once it was all about the plush, babe
Yes, it was all about the plush,
until we made it die – boned and plied
Ploughed it and browned it and monetized
The holy water, the holy water rolling, and are we giving in?
It’s the holy water causing the drought we’re living in
And we’re rolling with the water,
Should be going against the water
Should be going against the water
Now that we're all about the crush, babe
Yeah, now that we're all about the crush
‘till we break inside – sold a lie
Balloon and consume 'till the day you die
Now that we’re all about the blush, babe
And now that we’re all about the blush,
can we reconcile our design
to snub nose and bulldoze a paradise?
The holy water, the holy water rolling, and are we giving in?
It’s the holy water causing the drought we’re living in
And we’re rolling with the water,
Should be going against the water
Should be going against the water
Should be going against the water
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3. |
Too Early To Say
03:01
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Oh, there's a person you admire
The one that someone else turned out to be
The version that you're holding from your baby
Caught on your tongue
Were the words that could make it all holy
Favourited ya
Was a little bit alone
Drowning out – the fact that it's already
Drowning out – yeah, the fact that it's already
Drowning out – fact that it's already drowned
Makes you drown, makes you drown, makes you drown
Oh, there's that vision in the fire
The one that kicked the murder out of me
The one that hung the firmament so greyly
Caught in your soul
Were the grapes of a load lightening
Double tapped ya
Felt a little less alone
Drowning out – the fact that it's already
Drowning out – yeah, the fact that it's already
Drowning out – fact that it's already drowned
Makes you drown, makes you drown
Drowning out – the fact that it's already
Drowning out – yeah, the fact that it's already
Drowning out – fact that it's already drowned
Makes you drown, makes you drown
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4. |
Honey'd Up
04:00
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In the moment I was just like anyone else,
Not all I could be
Just the model hope of warmth like everyone else
In an ark around the “what will be will be”
In the mindlessness and fuzz of everything else,
You’re all you can be
In the blindness and the crumbs of figuring self
You know that water don’t run just for me
Any day now, all this could be drowned
Any day now, you’ll doubt me
Any day now, all this could go down
But I’ll go where you’ll be
And the holy dove would fly right into ya, babe
And only dark could spotlight me
Only dumb luck got me clipped to ya, babe
I’m honey’d up like a bumblebee
And the nightbird warns ya, don’t try anyone else
than who you should be
And in the morning, I’m still lost like everyone else
But you’re all hunger and raw sweet bravery
Any day now, all this could be drowned
Any day now, you’ll doubt me
Any day now, all this could go down
But I’ll go where you’ll be
And the holy dove would fly right into ya, babe
And only dark could spotlight me
Only dumb luck got me clipped to ya, babe
I’m honey’d up like a bumblebee
I’m honey’d up like a bumblebee
I’m honey’d up just like a bumblebee
I’m honey’d up like a bumblebee
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All around the metropole, a deathly breeze
Flung around the doughnut hole’s peripheries
All the dumb roses replaced by weeds
And art is just some brand ‘round here
Even if we automate the rivers clean
Everything in Helvetic, clinic beauty
Life’s been dyed to grey from green
The Earth don’t understand what we’re doing here
Yeah – and our only stance is to film the blistering
Our little rock in the gutter
It was our design, we’ve got to charge our batteries
And we held it down and watched it bleed, yeah
Oh, to be a human babe – a godless blink
Sucking on the Milky Way’s umbrella drinks
Only glum tumblers, where once was skin
And I don’t own no flowers
I don’t got no power
I don’t possess nothing here
I’ll no longer cower
I don’t need ‘Jim Wood Towers’
When I’m just powder scattered here
Yeah – and our only stance can be to let them listen in
Stored in the cloud, every mutter
It was our design, the world’s a person factory,
It’ll hold you down
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Won't let a thing rely on fact,
And now you're to blame for lies and attacks, yeah
And all that you mean
Only two ways – to crumble or crack
And nowt left to say when love just don't matter
On what will we cling?
Yeah yeah yeah…
I'm with you now
In the rocket's red glare
I'm with you now
For the twilight's last gleaming
I'm with you now
For this
And oh, the old days
Where dawn once cracked
And now this new phase,
Where life just don't matter, yeah
And how will we sing?
Yeah yeah yeah…
I'm with you now
In the rocket's red glare
I'm with you now
For the twilight's last gleaming
I'm with you now
For this
I'm with you now
In the rocket's red glare
I'm with you now
For the twilight's last gleaming
I'm with you now
For this
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7. |
Bird On The World
04:48
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All of us alprazolam-bound
Cos oh, we're done hating
All of our hope got gene edited out
And now we're gaslighting
And the town smelled just like opium flowers
That poppy scented brick
But under foot the grey carpets out
How come it's only the dark that gets in?
All of us are presentness-bound
And all on 10 mu G.
And the fate gene just got CRISPR’ed out
How come it's only the dark that gets in?
How come it's only the dark living?
Clumsily write an ode to brave
Caught in a Monday slaughter
Oh, to believe there's anything but hurt like
finding a star and its water – it’s water
On the West Pier there's that mechanised cloud of
starling programming
Serves to remind us that now's all we got
How come it's only the dark that gets in?
How come it's only the dark living?
How come it's only the dark that gets in?
How come it's only the dark living?
Oh, to be one of the brave
To be survival's author – yeah
Oh, to fly like a bird on the world
And shine like the morning oughta
It oughta.
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Oh, love,
you may sigh
Could procure love
if we're allied
And all love
should hide in plain sight
And oh, love,
on the flipside,
could abhor love
if we're partite
But all love
don't all script right
Gorgeous flowers don't look right
when
languorous hours fill each night
Numbed by the clamour of this life,
where all love
should hide in plain sight
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9. |
JNR Checks In
00:30
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10. |
Eiderdown
03:57
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I don't mean it all that much
It's just a way to vent some shit I got
Must get noticed, must be dark
Feedback looping on my bleeding heart
Any issue, any cause
I've got wisdom to impart
Each position, every arc
Got this biling down to an art
Guessing this is all they got
All cos the world's so numbing
Bless ‘em, this is all they got
All just to feel something
Everything's fucked because
We've all but forgotten love
Everyone's up in arms
Cos hate feels like eiderdown
Everything's fucked because
We all just forgot to love
Everyone's up in arms
Cos hate feels like eiderdown
Yeah, all that venom from the start
It's everyone else that's in the wrong, because
No one here to see my charm
No one respects the nothing I've become
All that crimson, those thumbs up
Notify me at whatever cost
Any number at the top,
Won't you please anonymously spit back, it's all I've got
Guessing this is all they got
All cos the world's so numbing
Bless ‘em, this is all they got
All just to feel something
Everything's fucked because
We've all but forgotten love
Everyone's up in arms
Cos hate feels like eiderdown
Everything's fucked because
We all just forgot to love
Everyone's up in arms
Cos hate feels like eiderdown
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11. |
Penarth St.
05:32
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Ah look, the slate grey pantone swatch flick we call life –
Most of it dingy, but some of it bright
And I can always sleep back at Penarth Street
Everyone knows what this raw business is like
Better grind out a ‘Halo’ or ‘Sleeping Satellite’
And I know I can always sleep back at Penarth Street
Ah, another challenge to which I failed again to rise
Everything on fire without a phoenix in sight
But I can always sleep here at Penarth Street
Maybe we’re approaching the last gasps of the phase of ‘Peak me’
Or the Jaydened-up Princespeak of North, Pax and Royalty
But by then I’ll be old and bleak back at Penarth Street
I want you kept sweet all night,
and I want a slice for me
I want you kept sweet for life
and I want a slice for me
What do I do with all this trainer-boxed remembrance?
Most of it boring but some of it splendid
And I can always sleep here at Penarth Street
Ah, we need a salvo of truth blown into plain light
With all of our fingers and all of our might
And I know I can always breathe back at Penarth Street
I want you kept sweet all night,
and I want a slice for me
I want you kept sweet for life
and I want a slice
Back at Penarth Street
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