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Bees From The Buzz
02:56
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Glow in the city
Harvest of pigeons
Dirt in the water
Your foot is on my shoulder
The models parade in an unhuman scale
I take pictures of cement cages
Paper wall privacy shadow play in the streets
decorated in rusty white colors
Save the bees from the buzz
a look at the woman, the look of that woman
Lift or a ladder
Kids crying louder
Neighbour's admissions
Counting step missions
The models parade in an unhuman scale
I take pictures of cement cages
Paper wall privacy shadow play in the streets
decorated in rusty white colors
Save the bees from the buzz
a look at the woman, the look of that woman
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2. |
Facts
02:59
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Got a night? Got to know
Got a life? Got to borrow
Powder boost steep descend
Coffee break neon sorrow
Tension mode monologue
Dim the lights loose the forest
Satellite out of course
On demand
For a crush on a Saturday couch
A crush in clouds of dust
Crush, light fog hangs over
The facts
Got a chance got to go
Got a plan got to follow
Evergreen never blue
Iceberg’s tip hard to swallow
Lipstick bold acid heart
Stress the word end the chapter
Virtual tour on the booze
In the mood
For a crush on a Saturday couch
A crush in clouds of dust
Crush, light fog hangs over
The facts
And before Sunday ends
I would have to find the way back to the exhausting normality of adulthood
Can you relate?
In these days of mayday you see safety nets are priceless
In these days of mayday you see I can’t reach out
Wait for the crush on a Saturday couch
Crush in clouds of dust
Crush light fog hangs over
The facts
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3. |
The Word (Mansplaining)
03:21
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He said
Colour is the word is the word that you’re missing
Colour is the word is the right word yeah
Put it down the paper you’ll remember me missy
Put in your head, you’re no good, it’s not there
So I’m writing words to serve you
And hooks to drive you on
Like a teenage boy erected
Does this turn you on?
Does this turn you on?
Do I have to turn you on?
Do I have to be your mom?
Do I have to lick your bone?
I’ll show you how it’s done just to please me baby
Explain you in advance what you already know
Give me all your chance keep it heavy keep it manly
Back seat is for you while I drive my car
So I’m writing words to serve you
And hooks to drive you on
Like a teenage boy erected
Does this turn you on?
Does this turn you on?
Do I have to turn you on?
Do I have to be your mom?
Do I have to be your whore?
Do I have to lick your bone?
Do I have to hear you out?
Do I have to be defined?
Do I have to let you know?
Do I have to play along?
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Seriously
02:28
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Oh I’m so serious for you oh my fucking God
I’m just a hanger you can leave your clothes on
A little stool that helps you reach the top
Of the shelf
I’m just a bandage on the scratch you had this morning
The finger food that keeps you on and going
Not a teenager half a grown man
Must be your mom
Oh I’m so serious for you oh my fucking God
I’m just a channel on TV playing in the background
The fortune cookie in a Chinese restaurant
Left untouched
I’m just a T-shirt for indoor use only
A word that pops up on your auto-correct
Not an illusion not real life
Must be your mom
Oh wait, no, oh God, I sound like my mom
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5. |
Hibernation
02:47
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The echo arrives a little too soon
The splash of the spring the crack of the noon
Hibernation wait till the day
Hibernation a wake on delay
I feel the hum of the trees the salt of the breeze
I’ll be the try not to miss the way it begins, I’ll be
From darkness to light the sun and the moon
The ignorant signs from Virgo to you
Hibernation wait till the day
Hibernation a wake on delay
I feel the hum of the trees the salt of the breeze
I’ll be the try not to miss the way it begins, I’ll be
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6. |
Long Terms
02:02
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Draw
Past the line
Thousand lips
Growing dry
In the long terms you would go ahead
The long terms would be far from where you’re from
Trace Race down the opening
Down your luck This is your little village
Clothes have grown You’ve seen it glowing under
Melting fast Radioluminescence
In the long terms you could be alive
But the long terms would be far from where you’re born
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7. |
Run Like Flood
03:17
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Dark room shutters released light enters through your lens
I see myself corrupted, complete
And I feel like I float in the middle of hope
In the middle of terror in the middle of love
I run like flood all over
Dark room shutters released light enters through your lenses
I see myself corrupted, complete
And I feel like a stone in the middle of a coach
In the middle of terror in the middle of love
I run like flood all over
Solid, square -not- border lined -not
Strong, resilient -not- organised -not
Calm, focused -not- crystallised -not
I run like flood all over
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8. |
Import Faint
02:32
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House on the run
Days are long now spinning violence
Nose bleeding fast
Renegade now hesitate now
Import faint outward blame, manage
Import faint outward pain, balance
Horse down the street
Hopes are yearning white is burning
Years homeless tears
Knitted eyebrows crossroad challenge
Import faint outward blame, manage
Import faint outward pain, balance
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On The Pill
03:04
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I see trace of sand in a bar
Rounded eyes in perfect circles
Trace of dark in a cat
She’s been barking off the strangers
Loaded on the pill, moving up the hill
Moving up but still she’s loaded on the pill
When you go when you leave
Silence is just growing thicker
A thousand words in the sea
White noise reverbs in the speakers
Wonder when you’re old
I’m wandering alone
I see dirty rugs in the park
Termites tearing out bananas
Piling up in space time
If she’s nun am I a father?
Loaded on the pill, moving up the hill
Moving up but still she’s loaded on the pill
When you go when you leave
Silence is just growing thicker
A thousand words in the sea
White noise reverbs in the speakers
Wonder when you’re old
I’m wandering alone
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Palmistry
03:26
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You said never look back
Never look back
It’s just the old days
Missing, look what you’ve got
Look what you know there’s another
Wrong train in the fast lane
Seconds away make your call now
Contest, cigarette bets, four of a kind
Versus two pairs
My palm is in your hands
You could predict it all
The line of love divides
As I taste your bitter orange perfume
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