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Flipping Out to Claire
03:47
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Flipping out to Claire
Spinning in a square
Hitting all my usual plot beats
Things that I don't try
And how I'd like to die
Surrounded by dolls and shark's teeth
Another cry for help
Just slightly overwhelmed
I feel like you'll all leave me
Only if I'm scared
The dancers are in pairs
Who've never had the stinging joy of flipping out to Claire
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And I'll be stuck on 3 for all my life
Rate it 1 through 9
And I'll languish on a 3 for all of time
Flipping out to Claire
Spinning in a square
Hitting all my relative soft spots
I'm letting down the side
You tell me that it's fine
It's hard to tell somebody that they kinda saved your life
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And I'll be stuck on 3 for all my life
Rate it 1 through 9
And I'll languish on a 3 for all of time
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And I was stuck on a 3 for all my life
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But tomorrow, well, I swear that I'll be fine
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Couch to 5K
02:23
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I go numb
And so I think I'll watch 'Inside' again
To see if anything has changed
My phone informs me
That I went to 18 bars
And ran a 'Couch to 5K'
And when I finally fucking do it
I'll leave a note a novel long
And then I'll never have to deal with this
Never have to deal with this again
And when I speak to you
I still sweat out my palms
And so I'll never have to deal with you
Never have to deal with you again
I should make use of that
Couch to 5K
And run myself into the sea
Disguise my body
In an aqua marine ghillie
So lifeguards won't notice me
And when I finally fucking do it
I'll leave a note a novel long
And then I'll never have to deal with this
Never have to deal with this again
Don't want to deal with this
So I'll never fucking deal with this again
And I'm so happy I can't explain...
I should make use of that
Couch to 5K
And run myself into the sea
Couch to 5K
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3. |
Richard III
02:29
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Parading the skyline
Richard III
They will see you ruling
The end of the world
In the sodium air
On the palace's stair
Your skulls festering
In the sun
And you're our lucky caller
Please compete for the prize
Of another slow infection
In a better disguise
We're here with Richard III
Forever unheard
Going live
To the slanderous ones
Save your explanations
For subjects with money to spare
In these blank nations
All we do is suffocate
Sulphur plastic holiday
Richard, honey, I will see you there
And we're living our lives like
Richard III
As watchers scan the skyline
For patterns in birds
I hunch in the nest
With a crick in my neck
Remembered as a monster
I'll die
Save your exclamations
For subjects with a little more time
They go to other nations
To leave you high and mighty
Leave you high and dry
Richard watch 'em go
Watch 'em go
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A decadent walks
Abandon your third person
As I meet your crashing plane
With a time piece and a weather vane
The conversation
Gives way to minor fantasy
One where we kickback
Spending all day
Taking horse with Malcolm Lowry
Spending all day
With you
Tomorrow sinks down
Your plane is fucking off
And I'm composing lies
Two short stories and an alibi
I'd rather just shoot
The messenger sometime
So I can live my dream of
Spending all day
Taking horse with Malcolm Lowry
Spending all day
With you
I've got dreams, don't you?
I've got dreams
I know you've got them too
And I think I'd like to...
Get to know you
Spending all day
Taking horse with Malcolm Lowry
Spending all day
With you
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5. |
Cave System Level
01:06
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Shock therapy's done fuck all
To lighten the mood, hasn't it?
So your get your 'usband to by himself an army of rats
With a tennis racquet
And she's in the paper cut sun
Reading a bad book
And so she ponders with another even lonelier man
Just to make it a habit
Whilst her husband is taking a hit for the team
From the filing cabinet
Saying 'Who are you'
Between slithers of food
But the weirds are severed
Between heaven for good
And even shock therapy
Won't lighten the mood
From the brain-fever birds
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7. |
Tickle Me Elmo
03:52
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You're in a different tax bracket
I'm not gonna say it's a competition
But it is
I've been looking at old photographs of me
That I didn't take but that you should see
I think you'd like the old me
I slash between breakdowns
Trying to figure out where the water is
And where you aren't leaking through
And I've been falling apart recently
But I guess no one's noticed
So I'll drop flirty little hints of failure
And in the trade we call that suspense...
You won't be my salvation
At least not until I say
And light up like a Tickle Me Elmo
Everyday
That's good enough for fifth place kid
You should get a Nobel Prize
That's good enough for the table or the fridge
You should fucking die
I wish you'd all fucking die
It's not getting any better but I'm gonna pretend it will
You're in a different tax bracket
It's not a competition
But I'll supply you with the odds sometime
And then I'll jump straight out the window
You won't be my savlation
Until the locked room mystery's solved
And I light up like a Tickle Me Elmo
And dissolve
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Lord Bicycle
01:23
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You watched a magpie die in Costessy
I smile it off and so do you
Remarking on the parallels of all romantic animals
Whilst you're avoiding Lord Bicycle
I guess our ice age never happened
But I'm happiest when I'm with you
I haunt you through the Holocene
And hold your hair as you careen
Into the arms of Lord Bicylce
His hands are extremely clean
Here in the path of Lord Bicycle
He says we should talk sometime
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What's the story, Mrs. Lind?
Have we hit or overshot Amsterdam?
How can we sustain these linkages?
What's the story, Mrs. Lind?
Another text from a camera shy intimate...
I've something say if you'll let me
Leave me crushed in vines
Oh that your heart? Just break mine
I'm the layer between your rocket and the sky
What's the story, Mrs. Lind?
I'll have you know, I'm awfully considerate
And I murdered the bugs in your cardigan
I'll completely
Fall away
I'll completely
Fall apart or fall away
Sing the ocean dry
Oh that's your heart? Just hold mine
While I scoop out my contagion from your eyes
Nice try Mrs. Lind, nice try...
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10. |
Sometimes, The Castle
03:31
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A graph to track my fresh decline
On which you exist as a mess of lines
And in days stripped of fat, I'll draw blood, and realise
It's okay to be a drone in your hive
And if you need to hurt me
I won't stop you now
Sometimes the castle
Just needs knocking down
And I'm as easy to ruin as anything
So here's your piece of rended flesh
Cutting my fingers on your edge
And if you hurt me now I'm just glad you see me
As a congealment, a fatty mass, a solidness
And I came to at sunrise
Face down in the ground
I walked home and saw you
Standing in a crowd
So if you want to hurt me
I can't stop you now
Sometimes the castle
Just needs knocking down
And I'm feeling less in debt to your everyday
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A patchy signal
Between our lifeboats
Bobbing shorewards
In a hole I saw
All I ever wanted
Waiting
If you get lost
I will float with you
Hear your stories
If you'd like me to
All I ever wanted
Waiting
All I ever wanted
Was to wait here with you
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The Mara London, UK
"You can never be strong/ You can only be free."
Guided By Voices
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