1. |
Listen To Your Mother
02:53
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You see I’d like you to come over
So I can see you alone
You gave your private number
But I didn’t have the heart to phone
Acquaintanceship, is that enough for me?
I’d like to see you any time I please
You gave your private number
And I’m down on my knees
And it’s not what you think
I don’t know what I’m waiting for
Let’s have a drink or two
I for one am not expecting anything more
I think I’d like you to get out of my way sir
I think I’d like you to get out of my way
I think I’d like you to get out of my way sir
I think I’d like you to get out of my way
Dress like a man to feel like a woman
Wouldn’t melt butter
Listen to your mother
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2. |
Nothing Really Matters
02:59
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Has anyone told you they’re feeling alright?
Now and then I think I’m wasting away
I’m just another little pawn
With nothing special to capitalise upon
I got nothing to say and even less to do
Feeling oh so ineffectual and boring too
Now and then I think I’m lacking control
The things I think I want are bad for me
But worse would be to do nothing at all
Do I come across well when written down?
My day to day is laughable
I’m living like an animal
What does it matter?
Nothing really matters
We smashed past tired and now it’s all satire
Oh what does it matter?
Nothing really matters
We may as well laugh while the oxygen lasts
Now and then I notice I’m getting older
I’m another number to add to
The census that the government will do
I got nothing to claim and even less to prove
There is no higher call or greater cause or game I might lose
Now and then I think I’m losing my mind
The odds that none of this means anything are pretty high
And honestly it’s fine
Wait, maybe I could take advantage
It’s all inconsequential
I’m not so influential so
What does it matter?
Nothing really matters
I’m kinda relieved though
It’s helping me breathe so
What does it matter?
Nothing really matters
We may as well laugh while the oxygen lasts
Now and then I think I’m fading away
I see the lines upon my face
That have replaced the person I was yesterday
I don’t actually mind
It’s all the blink of an eye
I think as long as I’m inside the thing it might just stay alive
Now and then they ask me and I reply
“I think it’s time we let the screen decide
Which boxes have the bicycles inside”
I dunno if they think that I’m sincere
It’s just a reputation and
I’d stake it for the joke to land
What does it matter?
Nothing really matters
Just give it a rest
I’m only trying my best
So what does it matter?
Nothing really matters
You’ll start to believe me
That living is easy
What does it matter?
Nothing really matters
The pressure is off
Now I feel precious and soft about it
What does it matter?
Nothing really matters
Thank god
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3. |
Monster
03:35
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See me moving like I’m crawling up the wall to the door
Now you’re screaming like you’re falling from the twenty-fifth floor
You don’t know me
You think you own me
I’m not scared at all
You will be my Frankenstein
You’ll make a monster out of me
Make up your mind, you’re running out of time, what you waiting for?
Try to run but you can’t move because you’re stuck to the floor
You don’t know me
You think you own me
I’m not scared at all
You will be my Frankenstein
You’ll make a monster out of me
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4. |
Small Doses
03:21
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I can only handle you in small doses
I don’t think the doctor treats emotional necrosis
Bare in mind this time it’s only self diagnosis
What am I supposed to do
I can only handle…
Once upon a time there was
Not much of anything but
A little bit later on there was
A little bit of something more
Then something changed along the way
Some things grew apart
But other things grew closer
Does it really matter?
I can only handle you in small doses
I don’t think the doctor treats emotional necrosis
Bare in mind this time it’s only self diagnosis
What am I supposed to do
I can only handle you…
I went to a river
Tied unto a stone
All we ever wanted
All we’ve ever known
All I ever dreamed we’d do
All I’ve ever seen of you
Every single thought I’ve ever had
And all my feelings too
All the times we misbehaved
All the plans that we had laid
All the times we laughed and kissed and cried
And lied and pacified
Weighted under water
Cleansed by a stream
Resting on the bed
Like it may as well be make believe
Once upon a time I thought
One of us must be at fault
But now I know that neither can help it
I can only handle you in small doses
I don’t think the doctor treats emotional necrosis
Bare in mind this time it’s only self diagnosis
What am I supposed to do
I can only handle you…
I’m sorry if it’s mean
I’d never tell you to your face
I am pretty tolerant but you’re a special case
I hope you’re contented
I truly hope you thrive
Living with the one you love
Happy and alive
But I can only handle you in small doses
I don’t think the doctor treats emotional necrosis
Bare in mind this time it’s only self diagnosis
What am I supposed to do
I can only handle you
In small doses
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5. |
Snowing In Spring
02:52
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Hide away from winter days
I see the sunlight casting shadows after midnight
I’m far away where the grass is green
I thought the air would be clean
I thought the heights might ground me
And will life be kinder on my eyes
When the day follows night
Or am I only dreaming?
Because it’s snowing in spring
And by the side of the road there’s a flower
In a frost wholly devoured
And will a brief glance, laughing,
A window passing,
Make up for the loss?
And like the heart of a lion exposed
Were the roots of the plant below
Sheltered but tired and cold
Unaware it’s alone
Will life be kinder on my eyes
When the day follows night
Or am I simply dreaming?
Because it seems to be snowing in spring
And yet before summer comes
There’s a chance to renew
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6. |
Laura
04:39
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I wanna be the one you wanna be with
Til you do and then I don’t
I’m talking through it with my therapist
She thinks you’re dangerous
It’s not in either of our best interests
Yet still I struggle to be sorry
Cause I wanna reap the benefits
Maybe I could just be selfish
Get a grip, get a grip Laura
Get a grip, get a grip Laura
He thinks you’re special but that’s all
Get a grip, get a grip Laura
Get a grip, get a grip Laura
Sugar high from cortisol
Is it the guilt that stops you
Or just the flash of shame?
Don’t pretend you wouldn’t follow through
What do you think he would do?
Say no or sing your name
Into your mouth and breathe it in again?
Get a grip, get a grip Laura
Get a grip, get a grip Laura
He thinks you’re special but that’s all
Get a grip, get a grip Laura
Get a grip, get a grip Laura
Sugar high from cortisol
We’ve been over this…
I’m not over it…
It’s the crest of a wave when the winds are high
Can either break on the shore or disperse until the next tide
Dear, who am I to request a lack of interest?
Running around like the freshly dispossessed
Look into the eyeball of a soft imagination
In a quiet conversation with a dog
Look into the factory where the art school made its money
You’re a bee collecting honey from the jar
Lowering the bar
Even as I overanalyse your situation
There is hesitation when it comes to why
He’s not really that good looking
All his faults you’re overlooking
Maybe it’s his posture when he stands
Or cause he’s in a band
I have grand illusions of my own importance to him
And I can’t seem to remove them from my mind
Don’t know why I like him
There’s just something odd about him
That reveals itself in motion and in flight
Christ
Pretty uncool of me to be so hung up on you
I’m embarrassed cause I’d like to be fine on my own
I can feel my pupils dilating
Hey look in the corner there’s a couple gyrating
Wouldn’t it be funny if we gave them a run for their money
Urgh
I’d probably tire of you
I’d be real bad for you
I’d make your life a mess
It took you years to build
Just with a few small steps
I’d leave your home a wreck
That’s what I tell myself
To make me want you less
With next to no success
Now we’re just both depressed
I don’t care anymore
I go to bed with my delusions
Pat them on the head with a sleight of hand
This is a little disaster in the making
Holding back a flood with a wall of sand
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7. |
Bias
04:19
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I’d rather be rich than famous
As long as I still get praise
I’d rather be a witch than a witness
I never wanna act my age
The boys all think I’m a dream girl
They know jack shit about me
No such thing as the real world
Sewn into a noun of a dream
Feeling cut like a bias
David and Goliath
Trying to look tough while you run from a riot
Well hard men squaring up because they’re fragile
They gotta prove that daddy raised a rascal
And now you’re bringing home things he didn’t pay for
Well what’s he there for?
Cut off the label
Hands on the table
Shaking, making money over fist
Cain and Abel
Beating down, down
The opposition
Take out the competition
You’re now in pole position
And when they see you do what you do
What you did when I first met you
I’d rather be rich than famous
As long as I still get praise
I’d rather be a witch than a witness
I never wanna act my age
The boys all think I’m a dream girl
They know jack shit about me
No such thing as the real world
Sewn into a noun of a dream
Down and out like a loser
Rather be a user
Pretty when they move but they call you Medusa
Twelve feet tall
And it’s all made out of limestone
Chipping away over four different time zones
And then a feeling like it’s all about to crumble
This is a jungle
Silly little Leda
Who do you think pays you?
Light as a feather but the bird might flay you
White round the wrists as the grip constricts
Knowing it’s gonna happen won’t prevent ending up in bits now
Chew you up and spit you out
Quite the recipe
Chew you out and chase you down
Work you til you bleed
So soft and firm
You will learn
To like the taste of this poison
It’ll charm you
Like you’re a snake in a woven basket
Your chosen casket
Dreaming
Something seldom seen
Concealing
What I can’t help feeling
You can let me know what it’s like
Life on the other side
Reverse of the Midas touch
Everything turns to dust
What a lonely time for Mr Reaper
Hey, well it’s nice to meet you
Bow down you non-believer
I am your maker
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8. |
Catch Me If You Can
03:09
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Spending some time
I stole from an old friend of mine
I gave him a fake name
But I wonder will he find me
He’s the cat in my game
I’m a mouse now
Running in and around my own house
Climbing up the wall like I ain’t ever been alone before
I’ve never seen the devil, just the back of his head
But how could I be scared when I’m already dead?
Wondering how
He greets with a kick and he leads with a bow
He said “Will you play fair?”
I don’t know, I don’t care for your tone or your hair
I’m a mouse now
Running in and around my own house
Climbing up the wall like I ain’t ever been alone before
When we went to heaven, had that look in his eye
I swear upon my life he was the devil in disguise
I’m feeling impulsive
There’s nothing conclusive
But fear is compulsive
And now I’m diving headfirst
Down on my pillow
It burns when it’s cold
A shock to the system
Just enough to feel alive
[You can’t seem to think straight
Your head’s on the floor
You can’t even hold your own weight anymore
Your dreams seem so real and so now so do I
Emerging from shadow and wine
Alive]
One, two, three, four, five…
Surprise
In the back of my mind
I hope I never see you again in my life
But that’s a lie
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9. |
Shy
02:41
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I was a shy child
Didn’t mind or get in trouble
Young mind living lives in books and bubbles
Ageing slowly but faster than I should’ve done
I was a sweet girl
Hurting you was accidental
I wish life was ever less eventful
I’d rewind and redo the bits I didn’t like
I am a good person
Tell me who I’ve grown into is worth something
Reassure me she would not be let down
If she could see how I am doing now
If I were to tell her the story of my life
Would she recognise her mind in mine
Or would she not meet my eyes and just smile
But only politely?
I know her well enough to know what that would mean
I was a shy child
Didn’t mean to get in trouble
Young mind living lives in books and bubbles
Ageing slowly but faster than I should’ve done
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10. |
A Handful of Dust
04:17
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Three pounds fifty for a ninety-nine
Rent another flat because I can’t afford to buy
Same amount of hours for much less pay
I’m simply expected to work longer days
I am well educated
Unreasonably well read
So why am I financially deflated?
When’s it coming coming coming coming?
I need money money money money
Spent several years of study getting my degree
Still paying back the loan I spent on student fees
Dedicated to the illusion of means
For a finger and a thumb I stay and feed the machines
I am well educated
Unreasonably well read
Yet I am monetarily sedated
When’s it coming coming coming coming?
I need money money money money
They say “Come work for me and I will turn your bones to rust
I will show you fear in a handful of dust”
Should’ve gone to art school while I had the time
To make commentary on bodily production lines
I am well educated
Unreasonably well read
I might be satisfied if I were fairly compensated
Money money money money
I need money money money money
I want money money money money
I am money money money money
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11. |
Raw Heart Honey
03:40
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I’ve been trying hard to speak but I cannot explain
I cannot articulate the process of my brain
Mais dois j’etre ta femme?
Qu’est ce que tu veux dire?
Il n'y a pas de dilemme
What should I do? I got a raw heart honey
What should I do? I gotta go
What should I do? I had a bad idea
Oh to be very much alone with you now
[Never enough to lose control]
You should know by now that you cannot escape the fiction
Stumbling around because we can’t contract friction
Useless and dated and out of style
We’re not in love but we’ll do for a while
What should I do? I got a raw heart honey
What should I do? I gotta go
What should I do? I had a bad idea
Oh to be very much alone with you now
Cave and break between your teeth
Doesn’t count if no one sees
Slice me like a nectarine
And swallow me
Just enough to keep me keen
Blame it on my self esteem
Making love is easy
When it’s plasticine
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12. |
Fireflies
03:19
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I step outside and I look at the sky as it rolls on by oblivious to my life
I stare at my reflection in the moon
Watch the stars as they sing
Far too far away for me to hear if they mean a thing
Do you ever feel power over me?
I’m the sand and you’re the sea
I’ve heard enough songs in my pretty short life
To know both love and cruelty stand the test of time
The lyricists borrow from the novelists’ lines
An epistolary notion I claim as mine
I’ve read enough books in my full few years
To know that happy endings seldom stifle tears
The novelists borrow from the lyricists’ fears
Giving substance to thoughts no one likes to hear
Do you ever feel power over me?
I’m the sand and you’re the sea
I step on the train and I look at the faces
And they all look the same and they’re going to the same places
I think if this were a movie I would write a man
And he would offer his seat and then proceed to stand
I’d pass him back his glasses and he’d touch my hand
The only interaction we’d ever have
Do you ever feel power over me?
I’m the sand and you’re the sea
Street lamps pass like fireflies
Right before my tired eyes
Street lamps pass like fireflies
Bright before my tired eyes
Fireflies
Fireflies
Fireflies
Fireflies
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