1. |
This Cracked Glass
02:47
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My crooked legs,
My crooked arms,
These crooked fingers,
They celebrate
Your perfect charms.
Pour another for me
'Cos this cracked glass
Is almost empty...
My brittle bones,
My paper skin,
This featherweight heart
Will float to you
In Elysian sin,
The river hides the rocks,
The waters cold,
Yet we still dive in
The desert sings,
The sun parched winds
Give a howling truth
In a language we don't understand.
The line is gone,
The road is long...
Cliché after cliché,
But I am giving everything I’m not
Apologising.
My words are worthless...
But not as worthless
As not saying anything at all.
My crooked legs,
My crooked arms,
These crooked fingers,
They celebrate
Your perfect charms.
Pour another for me
Cos this cracked glass
Is almost empty.
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2. |
Life
03:32
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It's common sense to all to stay fit and healthy,
it's a shame common sense has all up and left me.
it come as next to no surprise to any,
that I’ll die long before I’m all good and ready.
but I’ll stare straight ahead and hold my hands steady.
Ready?
Steady?
Go.
I think we all should bleed this fucker dry
wipe the tears form the corners of your eyes.
It feels weird to be alive.
but you've got to bleed this fucker dry.
it feels weird to be alive,
bleed this fucker dry.
no one asked for their moment in the spotlight,
but hog that light as if everything is alright
We’re not part of the golden ratio
happiness, alas, I knew him Horatio.
I lay down my cards and my cross
with my guts, and an ace in my hand,
get ready to stand...
tonights night we give up the good fight.
Ain’t it great to be alive?
I lay down my cards and my cross
with my guts, and an ace in my hand.
Get ready to stand...
Get ready to die...
It's common sense to all to stay fit and healthy,
It's a shame common sense has all up and left me,
It comes as next to no surprise to any
I'll die long before I'm all good and ready.
No one asked for their moment in the spotlight
but hog that light as if everything is alright.
We're not part of the golden ratio,
Happiness, alas, I knew him Horatio.
Get ready to die.
Get ready to die.
get ready, get ready, get ready.....
(all good and ready, all good and ready, all good and ready)
Life.
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3. |
A Crematorium
03:52
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The master key,
The sea wall breach,
Wash away the weak
Pebbles on the beach.
It's a microscope;
Concentric glass slides
Sliding evermore,
Every song never sung.
Huddled massless masses,
Choirs of Godless classes.
A clash of hope that this is
The answer to our questions.
Its a long drive, diving.
I can’t tell what we’re wasting it for.
If we don't shape it right
it comes back with crooked spine,
And we realise
Mediocrity burns
And sets the stage above
A crematorium.
Huddled massless masses, (If we shape it right)
Choirs of Godless classes; (fingers to the light.)
Everybody raise your glasses (and we realise....)
give thanks for your free pass (It's your birhday, girl)
As a masterclass of heads in the sand (girl, it's your birthday,)
Plays out of the grand stand. (Its a long drive, diving. I don't know what we're wasting it for)
We can watch the world burn (If we shape it right,)
On a stage that's set above (with fingers to the light)
A crematorium. (and we realise, a crematorium)
(We can watch it burn, we can watch it burn, we can watch it burn, we can watch it burn)
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5. |
Won't
03:01
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Ask the holy ghost
to guide the rudderless boat
and she wont
she wont she wont she wont.
Down tools to the workers
on the factory line
and they wont
they wont
cross a palm with gold
for a fortune to be told
but it wont it wont
is it the hand of god
or a run of bad luck?
You tried to tell the world
the world couldnt give a fuck
you kneel to please
as desperation peaks
hope springs eternal
but all you get are sore knees
cos we wont.
Let fly,
your beautiful mind
open wide
be your own guide
cos He wont
daylight is creeping round our corners
Hold tight cos its gonna be a fast ride
headlong, screaming out your lungs
streetlights are fading in the distance
but you wont.
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6. |
Sleeptime
03:27
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We take our medicine
we never complain
we are hopeful
our bodies can sustain
the thread we pull unravelling
the metal we have wrought
the mine thats given its last piece of ore
the hopefullness we sought
sit with us
side with us
give to us completely
hope with us
buy with us
give up with us
youve earned it
your sleeptime
your sleeptime
your sleeptime
your sleeptime
we’ve made it clear
in this foul year
our destiny is drawing near
raise the flags
put on your name tags
stand arm in arm
and dont break ranks
an effigy of society
we, the embarrassment
of generation C
take it to the streets
a mission complete
and die like we never lived to see...
your sleeptime
your sleeptime
your sleeptime
your sleeptime
as the make up runs
exposed and expunged
an apology never forthcoming
enjoy
your sleeptime
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8. |
Away From The Snakes
03:43
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Heavens to Betsy the Man's out to get me
He's raisin' my rent and he's takin' my money
While the rich get rich
Well us poor don't get shit
Except shit on by rich men
Shit on by women
And shit on by everyone shitting
Is there a place where I can go
Away from the snakes and the liars?
Heavens to Betsy the Man's out to get me
He's poking my wife while he's pounding my money
While the rich get rich
Well us poor don't get shit
Except shit on by rich men
Who shit on their women
Is there a place where I can go
Away from the snakes and the liars?
Down by the lake where the wild wind blows
Free from the weight of desire
That's what I'm talkin' about...
Money
You ain't got it, but you want it...
Fuck
Is there a place where I can go
Where the rich don't get rich
And the poor don't get shit on?
Is there a place where I can go
Where the rich don't get rich
And the poor don't get shit on...
By everyone shitting...
Everyone shitting....
Everyone shitting....
Everyone...
Shitting
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