1. |
Pilot Theme
01:40
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2. |
You're Gold
04:30
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Never felt the Midas touch but you're gold
First light, first spring, first blush, first sold
Yours, The Treasure, yours today
Nothing gold can stay
All that glisters in the crown abed
I will make you shorter by a head
Yours, The Treasure, yours today
Nothing gold can stay
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3. |
Offcumdens
04:19
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Burn down the house to deal with the rats
Poison the ground so that they don’t come back
They come to die under Yorkshire sky
Pass round the jar for the poor and the damned
Feed them the alms through the holes in their hands
They come to die under Yorkshire sky
Don’t you know I’d pay to see the universe collapsing on itself
To witness the downfall of the ones that hurt me
Send down the rains to flush out the grime
Mother, maker, valley o’mine
They come to die under Yorkshire sky
I am the great, white male
Basking in the shallows of the bay
And I will feed
Don’t you know I’d pay to see the universe collapsing on itself
To witness the downfall of the ones that hurt me
We come to die under Yorkshire sky
We come to die under Yorkshire sky
Carried away to die under Yorkshire sky
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4. |
Dandelion
04:48
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Nice to see you, Dandelion
Good to see you looking fine
Problem is that you're not mine
You're not mine
Saw you in the summer sun
Knew you were the one
Problem is that you're not mine
You're not mine
See you with someone new
Know they're not the one for you
Problem is that you're not mine
You're not mine
Now the days are long
Can't escape, no hiding from
Problem is that you're not mine
You're not mine
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5. |
Open Season
06:00
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Found out you lied to me
I found out you lied to me
From a number on a screen
That told me where you’d been
The morning you weren’t there
You rolled in around ten
I could’ve sworn there was a shark
Swimming in my stomach
Now it’s everybody for themselves
Open Season
Open Season
So I checked your phone
And message after message
Hit me like a stone
And that’s when I left home
Now it’s everybody for themselves
Open Season
Open Season
Open Season
Open Season
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6. |
The Speck
03:37
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Those little things
Little things that you say
Those little words
Chip away, chip away
And compromise the cord
A spine of tiny thorns on your tongue
Those little words
Little thorns break the skin
Mountainside
Erosion taking place before my eyes
Undermined the speck that caused the avalanche
Those little stones
Little stones that you throw
Those graveltones
They break bones
They break bones
Mountainside
Erosion taking place before my eyes
Undermined the speck that caused the avalanche
Mountainside
Erosion taking place before my eyes
Undermined the speck that caused the avalanche
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7. |
Eyes
03:30
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Yellow matter, kitchen sink
Plunger, platter, plasma, pink
Camera shutter, red eye, blink
Falter, flutter, double think
In the doorway, breath of ice
Flicker shadow, flimmern-geist
I spy with my little eye
Something that begins with Y
They’re listening and watching
And listening and watching
You have eyes in the back of my head
You have eyes staring me dead
Yellow matter, detox cleanse
Rhesus factor, pathogens
Vena, vector, vicious friends
Smoke detector, hidden lens
In dark corners, in the walls
Pilomotor spinal crawls
I spy with my little eye
Something that begins with …
You have eyes in the back of my head
You have eyes staring me dead
You have eyes in the back of my head
You have eyes staring me dead
You have eyes
You have eyes
They’re listening and watching
And listening and watching
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8. |
Swimming Pool
05:21
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Sat with my back to the wall
of a drained swimming pool, and I laughed at it all.
Raindrops through vines, tangled and twined,
swayed in squall and I laughed at it all.
And I feel the thrill.
And I always will.
Where did I go wrong?
Been selling my soul for a song.
And I get the feeling that all of my sins need redeeming.
Except one.
Cause I don't see nothing wrong.
The pulpit's on fire,
preaching to the choir of non-believers.
12 o'clock, the ringing of bells,
lightning above and you're laughing with me.
Night birds they call, far from the sea,
high on the wind and they're laughing with me.
And I feel the thrill.
And I always will.
The morning routine is the coffee machine.
The capsule it rejects makes me stop and reflect on the landfill I kept.
So I'll undertake to clear all the mistakes on my memory tapes
until they're gone.
But they cut out my tongue.
The pulpit's on fire,
preaching to the choir of non-believers.
Sat with my back to the wall of a drained swimming pool and I laughed at it all.
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9. |
Sepia
03:47
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Moments passed in a year so fast
And we'll raise a glass to him
His final freestyle swim
Jump into the water
Find the peace within
Sepia tone of the place we called home
Where he took it on the chin
Memories begin to lose colours to the void
Like reverse Polariods
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10. |
Way Before Me
03:22
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When I see before me
The way ahead is long
When I feel inside me
The weight of carrying on
When I look around me
And see who’s come and gone
I look down, I look away
And I think about yesterday
When time’s a sentence
That must be endured
When there’s no way out
When there is no cure
When all my spirits
Have fallen through the floor
I look down, I look away
And I think about yesterday
When the days weigh so heavy
That you can’t abide
When there’s no way out
There’s no use crying
When all’s said and done
And you’re all done trying
I look down, I look away
And I think about yesterday
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11. |
Ghost Telephones
03:06
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Orange lamps and painted signs and
Concrete form at end of the line
Wooden booths in ticket hall
Ghost telephones
Call and call
Tunnel pathway, service times and
Tall glass windows end of the line
Wooden booths in ticket hall
Ghost telephones
Call and call
Tile floors and modern design
Plain round clocks
End of the line
Wooden booths in ticket hall
Ghost telephones
Call and call
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12. |
May You Always
05:06
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May you always be alright
May you always be alright
May you always be alright
May you always be alright
Things don’t turn out as planned
Fate don’t smile on your hand
And everything you wanted
Slipped through your fingers like sand
Spent so long deciding
On the destination
That every bus
Had left the station
May you always be alright
May you always be alright
May you always be alright
May you always be alright
May your kids come home tonight
May they turn out alright
May your cup be half full
May your eyes never dull
May you have food on the table
May your foundation be stable
May you weather the storm
May your beer never warm
May you always be alright
May you always be alright
May you always be alright
May you always be alright
May you always be alright
May you always be alright
May you always be alright
May you always be alright
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