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Good Lord
01:42
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Waiting for the wheel to tell me how I feel about decapitated children in the
Middle East
how do you feel about decapitated children?
good lord you got some talk on ya
good lord you got some talk on ya
good lord you got some talk on ya
but how do you feel?
Oh you better start digging for real
they teach your half price children how to sing it in reverse
they teach your high class children how to sing it like a curse
see no evil
see no evil
and there is no evil to see
but good lord you go some talk on ya
Oh you better start digging for real
when we're all living under the city
who's gonna care that you lived in the city
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2. |
Baby Octopus
01:54
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take out the Apo-escitalopram
take out the orphan
take out the rotting man
he's on his last legs
take out the drinking
remove the panadol
take out the sleeping
and what you've got is all
that you should ever expect
take out the wet bed
into the backyard
the disinfectant
the baby octopus
take out the pound of flesh
bring in the rotting man
take out the Apo-escitalopram
no fog
no fog
no fog for me
no fun for me
no fog
no fog
no fog
for me
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3. |
Box Of Birds
04:17
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I just wanna be a
box of birds
like everybody does
throw my arms around entire worlds
of gorgeous messy love
and carry a vandals stubborn heart
into the breach
into the breach
and carry my vandals stubborn heart
into the breach
into the breach
Swept away with all these precious tiny flickers of light
omitted by the strangest kinds of people in the night
people worn to almost nothing
by viscious
messy love
people telling all your stories
so much better
than you could
Won't you come alongside me now
like you say that you do
won't you come alongside me now
like you say that you do
I'll be waiting where I'm
always waiting with my
empty hands
I'll be waiting where I'm
always waiting without any plans
of escape
don't you think for a second I don't beleive
it's just a box of birds
don't you think for a second I don't beleive
it's just a box of birds
it's just a box of birds
it's just a box of birds
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4. |
Church
03:24
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He said your name when the lights were dim
and all your children raised their fingers high
he swore that you could hear us loud and clear out there
out in the dessert of our personal sadness
let's get low
let's get low
and go to church
go to church
let's get low
let's get low
and go to church
go to church
Yeah there's a reason why you gotta fess up
why alcoholics have got an 8th step
so you don't forget you're a piece of shit
but it's alright cause everybody is
let's get low
let's get low
and go to church
go to church
let's get low
let's get low
and go to church
go to church
He says affection and intimidation
are what we need to keep us in our place
he taps a vein and puts the needle in
now there is only ever one way home
let's get low
let's get low
and go to church
go to church
let's get low
let's get low
and go to church
go to church
let's get low-oh-oh
let's get low-oh-oh
and go to church
go to church
let's get low
let's get low
and go to church
go to church
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5. |
Apologies
02:26
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Is it paranoia talking or did I shit on you badly
hope you know that underneath like Joan of Arc I love you madly
would be tied to a stake and burned alive for you
my country my king
an angel told me I should join the army
that I should dress just like a man
all the bad advice I give just ugly things I wish hadn't
given room and board for free
when they came asking after me
they send their stinking maggot love
on christmas cards to everyone
a riot
it's a riot
apologies apologise
sorry saints and martyrs
I hope the sun comes up tommorow smashing through the planets in a line
for you
carving armageddon
carving armageddon down the spine
of you
if Bubba Vanga's laughing we'll be fine
and they still play the John Spencer Blues Explosion on community radio from
time to time
it's can't be all that bad
an angel told me I should join the army
Is it paranoia talking or did I shit on you badly
hope you know that underneath like Joan of Arc I love you madly
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6. |
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A broken ladder for a broken head
some eagle visions for the walking dead
mouths taped shut and claws all clipped
they are chained in place
could never leave you where I left you before
too many numbers strung outside your door
I haven't got it in me at this point to hold anybody new
except my own
and those so close
I barely will exist
a stiched up mother for a distant sun
the raucous laughter of a starting gun
being fired by the next door neighbor at 3am
hands to your head and you can feel the love
up to your ankles it's a mighty flood
your bed is soaking in a sea of backward halos
the world is quiet now
the world is quiet now
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7. |
Scratches
03:59
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I want to marry the picture of her that I keep in my head
spent all my time learning how to evade you I pull on the thread
wake up with scractches all up and all down
it's one way or the other
leaning hard into the arse of the world I can yell at my mother
see what he did
look what he did to your babe
horrible stranger
stranger than I
taking the train into town I was sorry to see you
fell into the night like a wide open hole in the street
dragging up miners from deep in the dark to come with me
ask all my intimate friends they will tell you I'm sweet
watching us
he was watching us dig
dig ourselves deeper
see what he did
hand full of shit in my face and a bucket my lover
this is not what I was promised when I gave my soul
leaning hard into the face of disease I can yell at my mother
how could you let
how could you let this happen to me
see what he did
look what he did to your babe
horrible stranger
stranger than I
you can't make me
you can't make me
you can't make me
you can't make me
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8. |
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love from the sky is not the same as love in the arms of a body with an open wound
love from the sky is not the same as love in the arms of a body with an open wound
I know you're not an angel
but I can see that you don't know how to kill
I know you're not an angel
but I can see that you don't know how to kill
Doesn't touch me anymore
I'm waiting for the dust to settle
Doesn't touch me anymore
I'm just waiting for the dust to settle
I know you're not an angel
but I can see that you don't know how to kill
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9. |
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Oh Mary Mary
Peggy Ray
Don't you let them get away
with making fun of you
for being who you are
the only daughter of a drinking man
who could not take the pain of lucid mornings
the thought of knowing all the wrong is always wrong
that dark is dark
right is right
and left is left
and foggy worlds and camping tents
and shanty towns all in your head
and stranger love and high and dry are lies
she says her mother had a running commentary
on everything and everyone
far too loud and far too offensive
she gave a picture to the campus police
Oh Mary Mary
Peggy Ray
your own flesh and blood
if he could love you maybe
if there's a place
a grander scheme and ringing bells
then maybe when you're feeling wide awake
you'll take your pills and stay a while
Oh Mary Mary
Peggy Ray
you don't have to go away
all travelled out now
wrapped around it
stuck in transit
can't see through it
there was no running water
he was three years old
head on the tracks now
you kneel
and pray
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10. |
Tiny Details
02:52
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You can't see through walls
stop pretending you can
the tiny details of your abstract life well
I guess they're easy to bend
when
you belong in a soldiers diary
just like the rest of them
vague descriptors and a torn edged photo
waiting for the war to end
you drop another line
from your retractable face
string for kitens and meat for blood hounds
you rig every race
because
you belong in a soldiers dairy
just like the rest of them
vague descriptors and a torn edged photo
waiting for the war to end
you've known every man
that will ever exist
all he wants is a demon to shovel his dust
to shovel his shit
to shovel his shit
but
you belong in a soldiers dairy
just like the best of them
vague descriptors and a torn edged photo
waiting for the war to end
waiting for the war to end
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I see the space
see the space space manta ray
I see the space
see the space space manta ray
I see the space
see the space space manta ray
woken
by barking dogs
I was not in control of myself
inside the craft
a neon kind of darkness
I acted like I knew them
breathing
metallic gel
floating
I cannot tell
screaming
mamalian
breathing
metallic gel
floating
I cannot tell
screaming
so many of us
some had been there for years
breatharians
bagel heads
and boys with eyeball tatoos
breatharians
bagel heads
and boys with eyeball tatoos
Valeria
Valeria
Valeria and the lipless man
singing only love
singing only joy
singing only love
singing only joy
singing only love
singing only joy
I see the space
see the space space mantaray
I see the space
see the space space mantaray
I see the space
see the space space mantaray
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