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I was walking through the zone
When Olly followed me home
With his rifle slung over his shoulder
And his terracotta eyes
Zapping countless Maltese flies
I could feel my thoughts were turning over
I always feel alone in another's eyes
Even if they tell me its alright
I was dreaming of the ways
Queen Chameleon would stay
But she's got work
She's got to get up early
And although she might concede
To another G and T
There's no guarantee I'll ever see her
I think about the way she walked away
But Olly swings around me like a blade
I can't stay
I always feel alone in another's eyes
Even if they tell me its alright
I was walking through the zone
When Olly followed me home
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Alabaster and titanium
Building a church in the middle of evergreens
Presenting the future and raising the cup
To drink to the quieter people than us
Reflected there in the pool straight back at me
Captain John Fly Swatter Factory
Coming for you
Coming for me
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Swooping Planets
01:41
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Brittle brothers
Licking the cosmic
Cutting the forest
The soil dies
While swooping planets
Dead in the distance
Tell us to worry
And stay inside
The lizards lied
Killed the sisters who survived
And victims were the dignity we couldn't give them though we tried
Through veiny tunnels
And falling buildings
We leave a smokescreen
Of powdered leaves
Forget the lovers
Forget the godheads
The swooping planets
Will do for me
What will it be?
What lets the devil see?
As the swooping planets leave
But I hope to see your faces on the moon
Watch the sunset stoop
And we shouldn't feel used
The clowns are left to choose
The way back home
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Hunting The New Ape
01:26
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One day, one morning
When the microscopes align
In the back of some scientists mind
Will I be rock by then?
Or think it's just cold outside?
When the territory's breathing
And nothing's happened since
We cried off all the animals
And sweep up all our favourite belongings
And say it's nothing now
And go to sleep again
Come on, it's nothing now
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Giantess Tomb
01:46
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You're so pointed
Speech disjointed
With flecks of spit that fly through like the plague
Cuts through wires
And strange attire
Without so much as greeting me today
With a holy look arresting on your face
Find your silent mass
In tiny black gloved hands
With people watching outskirts of the city
Trace your voices
And human choices
That fuck over half the population
Stranger streamers
And young FLAC dreamers
With everybody lurking at them now
From the sirens that are sticking out the crowd
Go home and rest
See someone else
They don't think straight
They've got the best years ahead of them
And everybody knows it
But it's so pointed
I feel disjointed
The rhythms of the sea will guide me home
With their parsons still riding on the foam
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The Mara London, UK
"You can never be strong/ You can only be free."
Guided By Voices
I eat spit and make psych shit. Or other things.
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