1. |
Literally
01:26
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There's a graveyard in this building's foundations
I can feel them underneath my bed when I sleep
Every night I dream of chimneysweeps in the walls
Sometimes I hear them knocking
CHEST BEATING LIKE A RAT IN A TIN CAN
CUTICLES CHEWED UP SO BADLY THEY'RE BLEEDING
MEANING THAT AT THIS MOMENT
I AM LITERALLY
LITERALLY
FRAYING AT THE FUCKING ENDS
There's a hellmouth in the flat below mind
Flies have started fucking in the hall by the door
Soon there will be more insects than breathable air
And I'll find legs in my teeth
I HOPE THERE'S A RAFTER IN THIS FLAT THAT CAN SUPPORT 200 POUNDS OF UNCOOKED HOGROAST
I HOPE I SEE MY ENEMIES AGAIN AND SHAKE THEIR HANDS
I HOPE HELL IS AS WARM AS IT HAS BEEN IN MY DREAMS
I HOPE
I HOPE
I HOPE
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2. |
Tell Me I'm Pretty
03:00
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I've been wondering what you lips taste like
I know that's weird
That's a weird thing to say
Just lately I'l say just about anything
If it'll make someone look at me
I've been wondering where you buried your heart
I know that's strange
Doesn't even make sense
Look me right in the eye
Tell me I'm pretty
Tell me I'm smart
Smarter than you
Smarter than all of you, soon you will see
When they broadcast my message on worldwide TV
I've seized control of the nuclear warheads
One word from me and this planet plays dead
We'll disappear in a puff of estrangement
The slavedrivers go the same way all their slaves went
And all this will end
All this will die
Tell me I'm right
Look me right in the eye
Tell me I'm pretty
Tell me I'm pretty
Somebody look at me
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3. |
Learning To Lie
02:42
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Shut all the curtains and keep the dark in
Let's get started on all those mistakes
I hear heaven is full
But hell will eat just about anything
Tell that lucky young soldier who died of exposure
Now sipping on goblets of milk and ambrosia
Try telling her that her death needed closure
But don't write me off yet
I'm still learning to lie
I'll pick you up when your battery dies
I'd never survive on my own
I had a dream about the end of the word
The stormclouds were gathering fast
While armies of arseholes built marvelous castles
Now dreams don't mean much
They're just how our brains catalogue data we've gathered
They don't really matter at all
I don't really know why I mentioned it
If money and power were infectious diseases
The cure would be freely distributed
Jesus, you know that you're dead when they withhold your meds
You know that you're dead when they withhold your meds
But don't write me off yet
I'm still learning to lie
I'll pick you up when your batteries die
I'd never survive on my own
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4. |
White Oak Trees
05:36
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I've been waiting for this holiday to end
Saving postcards for family and friends
Sleeping hard not knowing when I'll sleep again
Keeping secrets from everyone I meet
Keeping time by watching shadows walk the street
There's only first names in the company I keep
But I had a dream last night it seems
I thought it had abandoned me
But here it comes again
And it was you, and me, and white oak trees
And no one else to hear a word we say
We've been talking
Two tin cans on a wire
But the reception leaves a lot to be desired
Makes your voice sound like wet wood on a fire
I will walk across this lonely nation's shell
It goes on forever, then loops back upon itself
When I close my eyes I see you doing well
But I had a dream last night it seems
I thought it had abandoned me
But here it comes again
And it was you, and me, and white oak trees
And no one else to hear a word we say
I hope we'll be together when I wake
I've been waiting on a plane to take me home
Somewhere distant
Long forgotten
Overgrown
I still remember how the old songs used to go
Because I've been singing them to nobody you know
When the sunrise brings me back into yourself
Blinking your eyes in the light
And smiling, oh my beautiful girl
I will be knocking at the entrance to your den
Get your boots on
Come on down
Invite me in
But I had a dream last night it seems
I thought it had abandoned me
But here it comes again
And it was you, and me, and white oak trees
And no one else to hear a word we say
I hope we'll be together when I wake
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5. |
Broken Necklace
04:27
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