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True Entertainment
03:38
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I can’t complain
You’re going through hell
But you found my name
It rhymes with Superman
That’s skin for the game
Don’t you think we look the same?
Did I tell you she was a French teacher?
Ooh la la, parfait!
No alarm for no lament
‘Cos I’m Mr. Right-side-of-tragic-end
There’s no regret to reel
I’ll sleep in the car tonight
Under the stars, between my gear and heart
Got to blow it up, I’ve got to blow it up
Think they know enough, think they know enough
What they holding on? What they holding out?
Am I blowing up? Am I blowing up?
I paid for her skills
The skills paid the bill
Now she’ll be on white sand with my girl
When I’m in jail
No alarm for no lament
‘Cos I’m Mr. Right-side-of-tragic-end
There’s no regret too real
I’ll sleep in the car tonight
Under the stars, between my gear and heart
Got to blow it up, I’ve got to blow it up
Think they know enough, think they know enough
What they holding on? What they holding out?
Am I blowing up? Am I blowing up?
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2. |
Damascenes
04:10
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What a room to the roof!
Friday’s saloon
What six month here would do
I can see a piano, too
‘Cos something great
Lost in the grey
Had you walking away
…is it still, again?
The speechless truth
For me and you
Looked back from its snaggletooth
Where’s the tide when it’s on your side?
Now nothing to Earth
Half a stain always on your mind
Now nothing to Earth
Nothing to us
…don’t walk away
Rhyme tag-a-long
In firework flight
Love when it’s someone you steal
In for The Millstone feel
Where’s the tide when it’s on your side?
Now nothing to Earth – nothing to us
Half a stain always on your mind
Now nothing to Earth – nothing to us
Yea, nothing to us
The sleep that we can’t ignore
Yea, nothing to us
A bell jar we can’t afford
A coat that felt like befores
Where’s the tide when it’s on your side?
Now nothing to us
Half a stain always on your mind
Now nothing to us
And nothing to Earth
Where’s the tide when it’s on your side?
Now nothing to us – nothing to us
And the light that would lend your cries?
Now nothing to us – nothing to us
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3. |
Tropigala (2 to 5)
03:32
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Get that 2 to 5, what a way to make no living
In a 2 to 5, you can really get to drinking
In a 2 to 5, you can implicate your feelings
In a 2 to 5 , what a way to make no living, now…
We are one in the same hypocrisy
But don’t you think it apply to me
By flex or gun – I reach out in Mercury
When I don’t know if it meant to be
Did that work? Nevermind… just simplify
There’s no words, but they’re taking all my time
I’m still so tired, do I ever really try
To tell my face, that I never make you cry?
Get that 2 to 5, what a way to make no living
In a 2 to 5, you can really get to drinking, now…
We are one in the same hypocrisy
But don’t you think it apply to me
By flex or gun – I reach out in Mercury
When I don’t know that you’re killing me
With that said, get in line – you’re kryptonite!
There’s no words, but they’re taking all my time
I’m still so tired, do I ever really try?
To save my life, would it ever make you mine?
It’s that 2 to 5, what a way to make no living
In a 2 to 5, you can really get the drinks in now
Get that 2 to 5, what a way to make no living
In a 2 to 5, you can really get to drinking
In a 2 to 5, you can implicate your feelings
In a 2 to 5, just simplify (Ain’t no living!)
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4. |
Poppin’
03:26
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Catch your fate
Staring out in space
I can’t sweat the permanence
“it wasn’t what I meant”
It’s all in my head
Reeling every wire
My feelings overtime
You ok? That the trick?
Read my muppet lips
It’s all in my head
I’m reeling every wire
My feelings overtime
Fear somebody who’s near
who stumbled so near
my trouble inside
Fear somebody got near sometime
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5. |
Exit Row
03:13
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Won’t do for sticker packs
Touch base on the sweet instead
And there… back to the wild… recognise!
When it could be death
Close the door, uncock your head
Relay, notes on a soul, let it rain down
Gatekeep us all!
Just no way, of keeping the feeling to myself
Could be you, locked in a stranger as well
But that “end of your world…” drama-man
Is end of the sun, get it right…
Still so much control here in the retold…
To float on blow up bed,
Light years from the shit you said
To revisit the science, z & y, won’t make up your mind
Just no way of keeping the feeling to myself
Could be you, locked in a stranger as well
But that “end of your world” drama-man
Is end of the Sun, get it right
Just no way of keeping the feeling to myself
Is that you, locked in a stranger as well?
But now, how’d I get home here, drama-man
You don’t want to know you silhouette
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6. |
I’m Not Your Dad
04:18
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I’m not your dad, it’s time to go
I was the stone that came through the door
I’ve got the gloves, I’ve got the gloves for this
They couldn’t stop the tears though
You’d pick me up after a show
So why am I walking home?
The fearless sky come to end
Some of us seen it as well
It’s such a crock
I cannot accept
Only connect
Between the cold new beds
In your wealth there’s always someone else
This the first attempt to save yourself?
In your head you don’t know what comes next
New berber rugs, ‘cos what the hell?!
Why am I always smelling fat?
I’ve never heard of Christmas ham
The weekends two at a time
And nobody likes it like that
Don’t make me sing on New Year’s Eve
There’s people there I don’t believe
I guess I could never compare
And that is just my best
In your wealth there’s always someone else
This the first attempt to save yourself?
In your head, you don’t know what comes next
New speaker subs, but your Graceland sucks
Is this the test I see for no one else?
Don’t mark the gin, I’m only twelve!
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7. |
Deep End
03:47
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Trash your plate of chips
For the crime it yields
Monday gone to the memory worm
But tell the same town
Don’t ever look down
A death at last
You found your shift
Well it ain’t enough
No, not even close
Run for the deep end you know it you
What can it prove?
Run for the deep end and always do
What can it prove?
There’s a wax for less
It’ll let you down
That jerk in you won’t stop shivering
Too soon in hell to pontificate
But there’s that smell
You got used to it
Run for the deep end you know it you
What can it prove?
Run for the deep end and always do
What can it prove?
Suddenly, quenelle’s comfort me
If for no reason, I love you too
But what can I do?
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8. |
In Salvia
03:38
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Oh Dreams,
What they’ve always been
Not the worst idea
But, woods won’t begin…
Caught in pinstripe
What moonlight could bring to life
I can tell, but who can say
luck has been, it’s how you wait
The truth in air, it’s over hill
And I’ll be there – I’ll be there
Don’t leave
Until it cool for me
Come and breathe in the night!
Know you are the cream
In salvia would sing, alright
I can tell, but who can say
That luck has been, it’s how you wait
Truth in air, its’ over hill
And I’ll be there – I’ll be there
If two can play at millionaire
With your belief, I can change.
When I can tell
It’s over hill
The truth in air
Just won’t begin
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9. |
End Belief
03:40
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Where’s the sense, of innocence?
End belief, fixed ahead
You’re in a fire, a third time got you.
If something’s God
What is met six fingers in?
(Shallow grave to the end)
A crowd of words
You ain’t heard
What’s ceased to me
(Shallow grave to the end)
Where’s the sense, of innocence?
End belief…
You’re in a fire, a third time got you
If something’s God
What is met six fingers in?
(Shallow grave to the end)
The betterment
In your bed
Just rubber gloves
In shallow grave to the end.
I’m in the room don’t let light turn black too
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10. |
Dead Letter
04:29
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Don’t you ever think you’re hurting me
I cried on the day I was alive
And every year unto it seems
The cute spittoon in someone else’s dream
No wonder I keep mimicking
“If that’s the hole then I’m the goal”
You really haven’t been a friend, even a choice
And now your end will read; online only version
Can you give up that cow?
The timing caught you out
And don’t pretend you couldn’t count
But give it a whoopty-doo
From my dead Grandma to you
You’ll need it in Committal Room
As we live on god awful days
We tried to speak so many ways
But you gave ‘em crab mentality
“It can’t begin if I can’t win”
It’s such a cruel escape, to feel whatever you say
Your automatic song; sounds of centrist gonorrhoea
It’s no co-inky dink, the kids having more fun
Now you must own your shit
Dying feels so much better
You could’ve made your point
Anyone could agree
But that’s a door for you
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