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Pigeonholes
01:38
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Instrumental
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Dead and Gone and Gone
02:15
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Dead and gone and gone,
dead and gone and gone.
Brave in their repose
but cowards I suppose.
Whispered mercies to the quick,
mercies to the quick, to the quick.
The same, by and by,
the same, by and by.
Some light beyond the brow,
your peace, a sacred vow,
but all's forgotten anyhow
forgotten anyhow, anyhow.
All is true, is true
all is true, is true.
There's nothing meant for you
born broken into two
but when you shone your real beauty shone,
now you're dead and gone, dead and gone.
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Bullfighter
03:18
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Consequential de facto, that ancient spell, that keeps bullfighters from sleeping well.
With change every 10 to the power of 44 seconds who you fooling when you say you're getting old.
Push the car from the driveway. I don't feel like working today, pick a station and drive. Statistically, we should be happy.
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Swan Neck
03:24
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We don't like dining out
and we've been called boring, listless lovers.
We act strange,
when under the influence of a new acquaintance.
We don't say,
"I love you", every day
we save it
for when the heart is beating and we're breathless.
And she states that she doesn't want to hear from another privileged white man and prefers the shouts of the black lesbian, with the red dress and the swan neck.
We don't hear the news
and we take long undisturbed siestas.
We make plans
that often make enemies of our bodies.
But we don't say,
"I love you", every day
we save it
for when the head is dumb with emotion
and the heart is beating breathlessly.
And she states that she doesn't want to hear from another privileged white man and prefers the shouts of the black lesbian, with the red dress and the swan neck.
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Lip
04:01
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Deep in a forest in a house called 'Mote'
I gave eleven verses to one poem.
A tonne was banished by words,
fluttered away like a million small birds.
Lifted, a flutter.
Don't choke these crooked spots, I have found my treatment.
I watched and saw them fill the black space,
between each star and the human race,
In one exotically bright light,
which I drank in with all my eyes.
Lifted, a flutter.
Lifted, a flutter.
Deep in a forest in a house called 'Mote'
I gave eleven verses to one poem.
A tonne was banished by words,
spirited jewels now unfurled.
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Rabbit Foot
03:45
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How was your autumn, what books were you reading? Are you softly grieving for the end of that season? Your father told me you were feeling lonely, I'm thinking of you but it's not you only.
The wetlands drag you down, turn you superstitious and unsound, have you bear footed, walking lost, trying to find dry land.
Your mother mentioned you'd changed profession to something with more relaxed expectations. Consider taking a long vacation, transform at the Deep Blue Mountains.
Yes, the wetlands drag you down, turn you superstitious and unsound, have you bear footed, walking lost, towards dry land.
I used to wear a rabbit's foot until I had a chance to reflect that this couldn't be its lucky foot for it hung from a chain around my neck.
But you'll like it, the free time, you could catch up on your life and mine. Make some changes, see the lights, you could catch up on your life and mine. Go out and see the…
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Deep Blue Mountains
03:04
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Deep blue mountains. I arrive hollow, to rest at your feet and dream our hello, follow wild rapture to see where it goes.
I miss nothing at all, not one place or one soul.
Deep blue mountains. Deep blue mountains. Deep blue mountains. Deep blue mountains. Deep blue mountains.
Pour like the wind and think the night through, and rest thoughtlessly. Sit and desist, your city broke you. By the hand you'll be taken to dry land,
dry land, dry land, dry Land.
Deep blue mountains! Deep blue mountains! Deep blue mountains! Deep blue mountains! Deep blue mountains!
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Horse Blood
03:23
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Out here it gets hot and I can't do my work
out here, the crows murder the silence.
In the season I'm a reasonable man
but I'm breathing in a heart attack
days are killer, mornings feel good
this isn't human, in my veins it's horse blood.
Out here I'm alive but imaginary,
out here the surprise is mostly fiction.
L.G I…L.G I…oh.
L.G I...L.G I…oh.
L.G I...L.G I…oh. (I, L.G)
L.G I...L.G I…oh. (I, Oh, I)
In the season I'm a reasonable man
but I'm breathing in a heart attack
days are killer, mornings feel good
this isn't human, in my veins it's horse blood.
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Preaching
01:45
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Breathing is boring me to tears but not breathing will last longer than my years.
Preaching in the kitchen, in the garden and the halls to nothing but my head's four own walls.
Nicky P was forever shouting down so when he looked up there was no one left around.
Preaching in the kitchen, in the garden and the halls to nothing but my head's four own walls.
Katharina has nothing much to say but when she does it'll brighten up your day.
Preaching in the kitchen, in the garden and the halls to nothing but my head's four own walls.
Breathing is boring me to tears but not breathing will last longer than my years.
Preaching in the kitchen, in the garden and the halls to nothing but my head's four own walls.
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Happy Birthday to You
03:45
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My baby, my bayonet.
My angel, my aglet.
It's the crater set
and the falling object
the static seen
as phosphene
in the repose
of a snow globe.
This breeze is the energies of a trillion lost souls,
happy birthday to you.
What feelings are met,
when the waves collect.
The body's will selects
and secretes an effect.
A ceremony,
each beat comes lonely.
Faithless water,
loved, however.
On our breath is the epitaph to once mortal moisture,
happy birthday to you.
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Lover
01:59
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Kill your lover,
with compassion.
Give them answers
and sit in their shadow.
Make their bones into poems
Break your habit,
effervescent.
Be still,
stop dancing.
Turn their skin into inspiration.
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12. |
Cold Water Extraction
08:00
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Burnt myself on the iron
so these expletive things can stay creased!
I'm a little paranoid but it's alright,
I work too hard but I'm the only one that thinks that.
Coldwater extraction, we'll get high tonight.
If only for distraction, we could die tonight.
I know we said we wouldn't, but everything samey.
and If it doesn't work we'll drink cos everything the same as it was last week.
And two bodies are better than one. Dead and gone and gone.
Got drunk, rode home, woke up in a hedgerow
with a bruise shaped like Mother Superior.
Now I'm wondering is this a sign,
am I internally bleeding, is it too late to become a shrine?
Coldwater extraction, we'll get high tonight.
If only for distraction, we could die tonight.
I know we said we wouldn't, but everything samey.
and If it doesn't work we'll drink cos everything the same as it was last week.
Coldwater extraction, we'll get high tonight.
If only for distraction, we could die tonight.
I know we said we wouldn't, but everything samey.
and If it doesn't work we'll drink cos everything the same as it was last week.
And two bodies are better than one.
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Whatthe Animalssay Berlin, Germany
Traveling Gonzo Composer/duo. Forty-One Countries tapped for inspiration. Traveling with a micro studio, a microphone and an acoustic guitar, composing and uploading where and when possible. Songs written freely from Iceland to Togo without the constraints of industry. ... more
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