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I'm still in love with you,
I'm still in love with you,
you tell me you hate me,
that you despise me it's true.
But I'm still in love with you,
Still in love with you.
You told me to move from you,
You told me to move from you.
But I can tell from your eye's
that you don't realise what you do,
you've got a tell and I know you'll love me again soon.
I still love you,
I still love you,
I still love you,
I still love you.
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The Fallout
03:58
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I don't want to say it with plants or flowers or precious metals,
I want to look at you and convey I like your sound and what you say.
I mull over my cold nature but dodge every new idea,
the blessed hunt for a solution during the post coitus ablutions.
The fall out has effected everyone around,
they said that we're never apart,
it's 'cos I know she'd never let my heart break.
'Cos if it weren't for her I'd be a body at the bottom of a lake,
a wreck at the base of a building,
a man in a garage with an engine running.
Molded sorrow somewhere in my tomorrow,
but, careful I don't want to sell that here, now.
Word for word she's my girl
and I'm the guy she carries round.
so when I'm asked if I love her
I say, "man it's deeper than that"
The fall out has effected everyone around,
they said that we're never apart,
it's 'cos I know she'd never let my heart break.
'Cos if it weren't for her I'd be a body at the bottom of a lake,
a wreck at the base of a building,
a man in a garage with an engine running.
You're the one who has me believing in phenomenon.
The fall out has effected everyone around,
they said that we're never apart,
it's 'cos I know she'd never let my heart break.
'Cos if it weren't for her I'd be a body at the bottom of a lake,
a wreck at the base of a building,
a man in a garage with an engine running.
The fall out has effected everyone around,
they said that we're never apart,
it's 'cos I know she'd never let my heart break.
'Cos if it weren't for her I'd be a body at the bottom of a lake,
a wreck at the base of a building,
a man in a garage with an engine running.
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Cartoon
04:18
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I was so absorbed in thought I didn't notice the blackout in the airport. Wondering whether or not I'd ever arrived, each heartbeat brought demons. Sighs as long as the runway, the weather Buddy Holly, playing guitar in the breakfast bar due to canceled flight 73 42.
Heavy breathing fogged the glass, sitting in seat 5A, Y Class, mother nature would not let me relax, just that time of the month perhaps. After nearly nine hours in the air, I landed at Chicago's O'Hare, I was met by 'the light of the full moon' and wondered how my life had become a cartoon
Too many weekends, family and friends, living downstairs, nothing gets done without inspiration.
Three days in a car will make you wonder why we don't all live outside or make you so annoyed that you want to stab someone with a pen.
Lately, I've been watching too much T.V and I see everything's made bite-size the revolution will be televised.
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Kiss Me
04:04
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It seems I'm falling into dreams redacting every word I scrawl,
but often I will talk and taunt myself and embrace the walls.
Yes, it's exciting, delighting, enlightening, moonlighting from 'I am',
I have proof that it's the truth but it can be inconclusive at times.
I'm starting to think that it a sign, a clear sign, that I'm out here,
with only the necessary's, with only the necessary.
This is not madness this is well honed mental acrobatics noting has broken the wheels have spoken and they said her name. A name so soft it can be traced upon water, I caught her, but she could not remain.
Kiss me. Kiss me again. Kiss me again and again and again.
I'm starting to think that it a sign, a clear sign, that I'm out here,
with only the necessary's, with only the necessary.
I can become drunk from a look at your face and forget my aim, it would seem, the knowledge of the subconscious is as vast as a forgotten dream.
I need to cross lands to take your hands and say farewell to my new found seekers. Who picks the people that choose what the children are taught by the teachers.
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Then You Changed
01:31
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We were settling down gonna buy a house,
bought a bird and put a cage all around it,
flying was just for us then you changed.
Bought a motorbike to take us out at night,
so we could catch the stars,
pretend we were the only ones.
You said you were happy but then you changed.
Fumbled for the words crumbled as I heard,
that you were moving on,
that I no longer belonged to you, and you to me.
so I don't look up at the stars anymore,
and I set that damn bird free.
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Why Even Try
04:01
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This girl can open, open, old wounds
and have you believing you're bleeding into your food.
But Happy, happy, happy is the mind
that can distract it's self at times.
Ain't seen a summer in a long time,
Ain't seen a summer in a long time,
Ain't seen a summer in a long time,
Ain't seen a summer in a long time.
So what can you call this sickness, this illness, this disease?
I walk through crowds like a deathly breeze.
What good are promises if they can break,
what good's a man with no stomach for heart ache.
Ain't seen a summer in a long time,
Ain't seen a summer in a long time,
Ain't seen a summer in a long time,
Ain't seen a summer in a long time.
And the heroes plan in every book I've ever held in my hands
was to get the girl, any way that he can.
But these pages of mine read a different plan
and I know I'll be forever wondering how it ends and why it even began.
Why fall in love again, why fall in love, why even try.
It's an avoidable madness we all run to
a master and mistress, beautiful, wicked and cruel.
Ain't seen a summer in a long time,
Ain't seen a summer in a long time,
Ain't seen a summer in a long time,
Ain't seen a summer in a long time.
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Shiri #23
03:43
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Then there was you. I conjured you up in a moment of truth. I needed you and told that nights company that if you were here you would appear. You came to me like a helium balloon chasing the moon we swam in each others doom for a time, then you dried off and left me to drown. I know that you think of me and our interrupt intimacy, this isn't natural, an end date on a couple torn asunder, it was over, an underdeveloped bond, a strange, wretched, end; people in love should not be friends.
I don’t know about a broken heart, I’d be dead, but I’ve something in my chest that seems indifferent to everything beating simply because it's insistent. A shimmering pool of diluted goo forcibly jarred behind my facade because what else is there for it to do, what else is there for it to do, bleed? You had me smiling in my sleep; dreaming of your lovely slender neck. Every shave represents how brave I’m being and for every hair cut I buy myself a steak meal, and a beer; it’s the least I can do. It's the very, very least that I can do.
A coma might do me some good, reboot, there are people I miss so bad that I sit in teary revery with glass bottles, my liquid manacles. To object is worthless the object, like smoke, is constantly changing its curves reforming into something else, extreme uniqueness, like fire and snowflake sitting in the jaws of a mute, broken, mouth we used to go to market to look and laugh at the strange food, ignorance was bliss when we were two.
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A Brief Window
02:47
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I can picture you naked, and I do.
I can see your eyes every time I close mine.
You're the happiest I've been in eleven years,
so you're not someone I should have to miss.
Faux courage for Eighty pence
but this black comedy is relentless.
Cos I can see your eyes every time I close mine
and I can picture you naked and I do.
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This room has no window so the ceiling fan blows symphony at me. But what we can't see we can hear but what we can't take the heat, so we sweat like animals. But the sweat flow cools us both we lie side by side thinking about where we are now.
And where we are not, you and I, is in the beige hotel down by the Ice factory. Here they serve alcohol, we get some money back if we return the bottles. But we don't go out as often as we did, we leave tomorrow, we leave tomorrow.
We can talk all night,
read all night,
talk and read all night,
or just sleep all night.
We can talk all night,
read all night,
talk and read all night,
or just sleep all night.
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Rare Bird
03:11
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(Instrumental)
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Amateur Watchmaker
04:49
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Kisses dry.
I had vegetable soup for supper last night.
I set my alarm for seven thirty AM.
I hit the snooze button three time every morning,
then I rise and get the bus in.
I work with computers,
I'm the network administrator.
But I live for my hobby,
I'm an amateur watchmaker.
I'm an amateur.
In my, in my studio I work
with such, with such,
small components.
I align my mind with the five wheels, pinion and the arbour,
that transmits the drive from the barrel to the controller.
It takes discipline, discipline, and get out your head the notion,
that the digital age has done approaching.
Phone's ringing, the phone's ringing.
It's just a colleague reminding me
about tomorrow mornings meeting.
unfortunately in the night there was a black out
which reduced my alarm clock to four repeating zeros.
I had the grab and fast food breakfast,
which is repeating on me, repeating on me.
My boss she said nothing,
I'm the only one that can do this work,
I'm the network administrator,
no, no, I'm an amateur watchmaker,
I'm an amateur.
In my, in my studio I work
with such, with such,
small components.
I'm a dead architect, as such,
I build objects that people like to touch and say
"isn't it just so beautiful"
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I swear I'll never do this again friends will be friends and lovers can be people that I'll never see again.
Proof for the body is it moves every time that you're here, I need you to leave so that I can concede to my former condition.
Baby, you don't love me how could you possible, you don't know me, I'll break you and leave you too.
I won't console you, I'll try to control you when you're down.
We could live high in the night sky, stars would be cosy and bright, but one day I know I'd turn to you and tell you to turn out the light.
Forgive me for writing this down in a song you might not understand, I loved you, I love you, I'll love you again but I'll soon want this feeling to end.
Baby, you don't love me how could you possible, you don't know me, I'll break you and leave you too.
I won't console you, I'll try to control you when you're down.
Baby, you don't love me how could you possible, you don't know me, I'll break you and leave you too.
I won't console you, I'll try to control you when you're down.
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Slaughterhouse Poem
03:28
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My head is a Slaughterhouse consumed by animal woes. Rage has divided me from my mate, lights flicker dimly in its wake; and I day dream.
Leech like lush confiscates my concentration. Orgasms achieved through masturbation are hanging bats, but I surmise, thorough love making they're butterfly's.
Rage permeates my daze and I ponder stabbing my thumbs into the eyes of the delighted, kick the pregnant descendants of the short sighted. She has another flower growing behind her guts, a thing, pray it has not appetite for breathing.
Leech like lush confiscates my concentration. Orgasms achieved through masturbation are hanging bats, but I surmise thorough, love making they're butterfly's.
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We, Us, You and I
00:36
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Ooo, where'd you go,
I turn around and you've gone.
I wish that you'd have stayed.
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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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