1. |
Provide Me Your Name
02:52
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2. |
Chrysalis
03:28
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Songs about dogs and monkeys written sitting in the car
Trying to summon the courage to get earnest but I can’t
I can’t even summon the interest
So instead I’ll get to work on something else
Form a perfect Chrysalis
And fill it with piss
I think back to a time when anecdotes formed live before my very eyes
Like my boss in the store cupboard getting his clothes out the chest freezer on a
hot day
Be with you in a minute Josh
No worries Andrew you take your time mate
I’m more than Happy
Form a perfect Chrysalis
And fill it with piss
There’s a bloke in the airport with his girlfriend
And she’s crying her eyes out
He’s saying
Can I have a hug?
Can I have a hug?
Can I have a hug?
She’s saying No
You Can’t
Form a perfect Chrysalis
And fill it with piss
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3. |
James Bay's Hat
02:06
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I’m like a gannett in an oil slick
Wrong
But get used to it
Skin
Like Gore-Tex
Hair like four months bed rest
Playmobil
Hayley cropper
Two rats fucking in the car park
It looks like weird
It sounds weird
Mum the picture’s all funny
James Bay’s hat’s on the buffet and you’re sucking it
George Ezra’s got his nob out
And he’s fucking it
You’re not good
You’re the opposite
I could get used to this
Mucky is the bum you kiss
Wrongy O’Dullivan
Pot this
Moving like Jackie
Chan not Kennedy
Showboating cunt
With a canter like an exmoor pony
What’s the remedy?
I don’t know
Stop fucking asking me
Am I still working class?
Fucking class?
Let the balrog fucking pass?
Harry Potter in the bath?
Swish and flick my fucking ass
James Bay’s hat’s on the buffet and you’re sucking it
George Ezra’s got his nob out
And he’s fucking it
Home sweet home sweet nine dart finisher
Float like a big one
Sting like a miniature
Everyone’s sick of you
Everyone’s ignoring you
Waiting for the pride of Britain
They’re not awarding you
Sweet life
Fucking AONB shithole
It’s a bloodsport
The national trust got hands in the massacre
Fuck them
Fuck you
Fuck killing stuff
Mucky is the bum you kiss
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I’m gonna hate your socks off
I’ll hate so hard
Your eyes vibrate
There’s dog muck on my bare feet
Each week
I’m gonna eat, sleep, seethe eat quiche repeat
I found the world’s biggest love
At the world’s smallest meet and greet
I gave a two star review of a film that I hadn’t even seen
I’ve got something on my face
In the space where my mouth sleeps
It doesn’t speak
It secretes
Yeah
Eamon Holmes drones on display at the regal
Popped in for look but it was heaving with people
Had to leave sharp because my trousers were fecal
Made up an excuse like I was parked up illegally
Stream it on your laptop and cast it to the big screen
That’s the dream
If you wanna watch Shrek you’ve gotta watch pornography
You just couldn’t make it up
Yes you could
They did
I do it all the time
Do all phones drain quicker at the start?
Or is it just mine?
Like body odour on the dance floor
I bring a certain sadness to the conga line
If you squint your eyes I’m not scared
I just need to use the toilet all the time
And trust me
I’ve been there
Best to just squint on till they’re closed
It’s as good thing as any to stare at
Yeah
Eat, Sleep Seethe
Eat quiche repeat
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5. |
God Bless
02:45
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God Bless M&S
God Bless M&S
Oyster catching you can call me shuck
Whittle it down to a paper cup
Could have done done that with my fucking eyes shut
Work got called off once for luck
I’ve been digging through my head for things to use
I’m fucking going back to school
No bookworm, no slow learner
Going Isle of Wight, Gonna be a sherpa
Hannibal Lectar, Mr Verger
Don’t test me no deaf I heard you
Cutting out eyes of the people in the magazine
Stick them around my room so I can feel seen
God bless M&S
Don’t leave me I’ll improve
Get the angle right tones nice when my bowles move
Get gone with the long prong have you got one
Try and remember when the shine shone
Smooth palm stiff from gripping
Try not to slip but I’m slipping
Bollocks
Bollard
Audrey
Swear I heard that more than my grandma’s yipping
God bless M&S
God Bless M&S
Why don’t you prove it show me like that
Wear that hat
Bat that prat
God bless M&S
Bat that Prat
You’re gonna lose it it’s growing that fast
Hair’s all matted in the backwards cap
God bless M&S
Bat that Prat
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6. |
Drifting Away
03:36
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Wake up first thought hope I don’t piss myself today
All smiles till I get bored the boat starts drifting away
It’s hard even for me
And Everything I’ve got I was given for free
Anchor up the chain gives way
To Mummy’s little soldier
Drifting away
Wake up second thought I hope I don’t kill myself today
Quality cattle full heard
Fry that fuckers brain
I’ve been here before
Bloods clots all over the floor
I’m brave
But not brave enough to stay
Drifting awa
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