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1. |
The Foundering
04:30
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Don’t fight the foundering, dear
There are no closures here
No doors to shut
No sinking ships to jump
But you can swim back to me
I know you, lovely
Better than anyone ever will love me
Me
I will love me most
I will love me most
So here’s a toast to the ghost I once was
Drifting from the ports to the starboards
Albatross clown
Bathed in my bad luck
Played up the stuck
Still steeped under my own thumbs
Don’t fight the foundering, dear
There are no closures here
No, no, no-no, no
No doors to shut
When we’ve already sunk
But you can swim up to me
Drowned, eyes muddied
I’m your friend!
Don’t forget how I loved me
Me
I will love me most
(I will love me most)
So here’s a toast to the ghost I once was
Drifted from the ports to the starboards
Albatross clown
Plucking her own down
Having found no nest
Don’t fight the foundering, dear
The seabed singing near
Don’t fight the foundering, dear
There are no closures here
No, no, no-no, no
No doors to shut
The water’s in and we’ve not won
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2. |
Superstore Blues
03:55
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Grocery shopping by myself
I know these aisles all too well
Everyday robots with whom I’m in tune
Synchronised swimmers swallowing the blues
Grocery shopping by myself
Yes, I am the island
But you are just as well
So I get a little bit sick of this
And I get a little bit overfed
I get a little bit sick of seeing stupid people
Making stupid choices in their shopping carts
And I get a little bit sick of this
And I get a little bit overfed
I get a little bit sick of standing next to stupid people
Thinking I’m not like them
I’m grocery shopping by your side
I shop memories to keep you alive
I know these isles
(I know these isles)
Oh, I fear them well
(I fear them well)
I may wander around
And glimpse my heart upon these shelves
So I get a little bit sick of this
And I get a little bit overfed
I get a little bit sick of seeing stupid people
Making stupid choices in their shopping carts
And I get a little bit sick of this
And I get a little bit overfed
I get a little bit sick of standing next to stupid people
Thinking I’m not like them
No, I’m not like them!
No, I’m not like them!
No! I’m not like them!
So I am a little bit sick of this
And I am a little bit overfed
I am a little bit sick of standing next to stupid people
Thinking I’m just…
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Wallpapers
04:03
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Hey, I’m tired of dying, I tire killing myself
So sick of hiding me out in golden laurel shells
Papering up the hall where all the bricks stay broke
Shirk the fires to find I’m pining past-lives’ smoke
So I harpoon swum hearts till the b-beating restarts
Resuscitate, I know I’m fixing to fade
One more time again, one more, one more time again
Resuscitated!
Red paint on rusty gates! Pay with potentiallys!
Why heckle widow dreams? Hide all your history!
Red paint on rusty gates! Pay with potentiallys
Why heckle widow dreams? Just hide all your history!
Wallpapers by the ream, bite till the bitter’s sweet
Wallpapers by the ream, bite till the bitter’s sweet
Hey, I’m tired of dying my roots a million hues
I cannot be happy always trying to be happy, truth
Still I paper the hall where all the bricks stay broke
Shirk the fires to find I’m pining past-lives
So I harpoon swum hearts till the b-beating restarts
Resuscitate, I know I’m fixing to fade
One more time again, one more, one more time again
Resuscitated!
Red paint on rusty gates! Pay with potentiallys!
Why heckle widow dreams? Hide all your history!
Red paint on rusty gates! Pay with potentiallys
Why heckle widow dreams? Just hide all your history!
Red paint on rusty gates! Pay with potentiallys!
Wallpapers by the ream, bite till the bitter’s sweet
Red paint on rusty gates! Pay with potentiallys!
Wallpapers by the ream, bite till the bitter’s sweet
(Red paint on rusty gates!
Pay with potentiallys
Wallpapers by the ream
Bite till the bitter’s sweet
Red paint on rusty gates!
Pay with potentiallys
Wallpapers by the ream
Bite till the bitter’s sweet)
Picked up, pushed out, throwing up my throes
All of my doubts given into gold
Picked up, pushed out, throwing up my throes
All my hideouts, giving into gold
Picked up, pushed out, throwing up my throes
All of my doubts given into gold
Picked up, pushed out, throwing up my throes
All my hideouts, giving into gold
I’m giving into gold!
(Picked up! Pushed out! All my hideouts!)
I’m giving into gold!
(Picked up! Pushed out!)
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4. |
Dogs on the Subway
04:39
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I feel the shaking in my bone
The prattling along, all the senselessness-es
And now I know I’m not alone
Where my talons meet your paws/pause
How are you so soft—ly walking on the track
Not thinking of him, not with you don’t look back
But I still sharpen my eye, sharpen my skin to keep me in
Keep you out, keep it cool
I’m slipping up as I sing:
You make me happier than dogs on the subway!
I know we won’t speed underground the whole day!
I still sharpen my eyes every time we’re riding above!
And when I come back to black you’re sat beside me still
I love that
I feel; thinking not at all
The shaking in my bones breaks the elegy of thought
And now I know I’m not alone
We are birds of a feather, all we can do is belong—er
Taller than the trees, higher than the scratchers of the sky
Scraping my knees on clouds gone grey
Needing is beneath me, so instead I’ll say:
You make me happier than dogs on the subway! (Woo!)
I know we won’t speed underground the whole day!
I still sharpen my eyes every time we’re riding above!
And when I come back to black you’re sat beside me still
I love that
(Na, na, na!)
‘Cause you make me happier than dogs on the subway!
I know we won’t speed underground the whole day!
I still sharpen my eyes every time we are riding above!
And when I come back to black you’re sat beside me still
Thanks for that
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5. |
Ruby Ladder
04:00
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We can mutilate together, dear
Just start slow, nibble on my ear
And bite down too hard, let the river run out, yeah
Bite down too hard, let the river run out, ‘cause
I’ve writ the headers on my arms
Bodied my rottens just to prove past harm
Conclusions are above us now
So run on, I’ll let the river come
(Come)
Come!
(Come)
Come!
(Come!)
Yeah, you suck some skin, lick my chest
Little do you know of how I lick the rest
Climb atop my highest shelf with the little ruby ladder on my arms
And you’ll smell blood
Blood (Blood)
I smell blood, blood
So we can mutilate together, dear
Just start slow nibble on my ear
Bite down too hard, let the river run out, yeah
We can mutilate together, dear!
Just start slow nibble on my ear
Bite down too hard, let the river run out
Let’s mutilate, darling
Mutila-ha-hate
I know your teeth don’t match my sordid fangs
So every time they click I’m picking apart the hopeful hand
And maybe I am fucking myself
The more I love; the more I hurt
Till I can only smell blood
Blood (Blood)
I smell blood, blood
So we can mutilate together, dear
Just start slow nibble on my ear
Bite down too hard, let the river run out, yeah
We can mutilate together, dear!
Just start slow nibble on my ear
Bite down too hard, let the river run out
Let’s mutilate, darling
Mutila-ha-hate
‘Cause you ain’t climbing up, and I can never explain
Breaking my heart just to spell my name!
Weapons out, armour down
(Let’s mutilate
Let’s mutila-ha-ha-ha-hate
Let’s mutila-ha-ha-mm-mm
Let’s mutilate
Aha)
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6. |
The Scary
03:21
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Looking hot with my head off
Fancy I can speak softly
Love me harder in the summertime
Your choice till I am your need
With knees on the hardwood
Curl lip, skip the fist, kliss crowns
Loving the ways I lay you down
With knees on the hardwood
Curl lip, skip the fist, kiss crowns
Yeah, love me as I’m not now
Fuck my flame when it’s dead smoke
Fancy me with my halo low-key
Love me harder under moonlight
Well, god bless, I’m your devil tonight!
With knees on the hardwood
Curl lip, skip the fist, kiss crowns
Loving the ways I lay you down
With knees on the hardwood
Curl lip, skip the fist, kiss crowns
Yeah, love me as I’m not now
‘Cause he loves to watch me climbing out the quarry
He loves anointing me “the scary”
He loves to watch me climbing out the quarry
And he loves anointing me “the scary”
And he loves to watch me climbing out the quarry
And he loves anointing me “the scary”
Yeah, he loves to watch me climbing out the quarry
And he loves anointing me “the scary”
And he loves to watch me climbing out the quarry
And he loves anointing me “the scary”
‘Cause he loves to watch me climbing out the quarry
He loves anointing me “the scary”
(With knees on the hardwood, curl lip, skip the fist, kiss crowns
Loving the ways I lay you down)
And he loves to watch me climbing out the quarry
And he loves anointing me “the scary”
(With knees on the hardwood, curl lip, skip the fist, kiss crowns
Yeah, love me as I’m not now)
He loves my fiend when it’s preened on his supreme silver leash
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7. |
Frequent Flyer
03:30
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Well, I’ll never be your frequent flyer!
Praying I would die first in freaky fires!
Never would get my chance to be your world
I have a mistletoe dangle from a knife
I’ll be sipping propane while I christen you “My light”
My bitter, tinder tongue may litter, leave you as a runt
I’ll hold the gun, uh-huh, uh-huh-huh
Yeah, you can climb on top of me to emulate my height
The pedestal I’ll put you on is really for the sights
Of my crosshairs, baby, I don’t play fair
I just play along
So you can call me crazy and I may play along
The cages here don’t faze me
Nah, I’m just here to get done until “The One” is gone
And I’ll never be your frequent flyer!
Praying I would die first in freaky fires!
Never would get my chance to be your world
(Never would be your frequent flyer
Never would be your frequent flyer)
I’ll never behave in the beehive
Special in the centre but sweeter on the side
Lines, sucker, I have traced yours
Framed in chalk, uh-huh, uh-huh-huh
So you can speak in silver tongue but I will hear the rust, yeah
Paint yourself a saint, weigh your gold encrusted bust
But, being brusque, a lust-and-nut was easy
Not the trust that shut between us!
But you can call me crazy and I may play along
The cages here don’t faze me
Nah, I’m just here to get done until “The One” is gone
And pardon me if I forget to genuflect to death
Apologies, expect of me, but rarely hit your breath
So when I’m up and looking scary
Better believe you are my quarry
And I ain’t your…
I’ll never be your frequent flyer!
Praying I would die first in freaky fires!
Never would get my chance to be your world
World!
(Never would be your frequent flyer)
World!
(Never would be your frequent flyer)
World!
(Never would be your…)
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Off the springboard stratosphere
Our movement measured in years
You become my favourite word
I follow you between your ears
Where we meet upon the yellow fields
Though the space light bathes our heels
And I heal on every tear
Drops out another heavy fear
(And suddenly)
I’m not the joke you are
(Hey, hey)
Hey, I’m not the joke you are, yeah
So we swim at the speed of love
Till my mercy is enough
(It is enough!)
To carry us across that sea
I see my shames at the bottom
My lovers at the bottom
But they’re so far from me!
Me!
From me!
Off the springboard stratosphere
(Springboard stratosphere)
Our movement measured in years
(Movement measured in years)
You become my favourite word, followed you between your ears
To the springboard stratosphere
Diving head first ne’er so clear
(Never so clear!)
What a welcome suicide!
Slide above death by your side
Till the differences kiss and hold together
The abyss is a pen pal folding letters
And the differences kiss and hold together
The abyss is a pen pal folding letters
And the differences kiss and hold together
The abyss is a pen pal folding letters (I get it)
And the differences kiss and hold together
The abyss is a pen pal folding letters
(I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it, yo)
I’m not the joke you are
Hey, I’m not the joke you are, no
No, we are each other’s stars
We’re not so far apart
So let’s go to the dog park!
Yeah, let’s go to the dog park!
Yeah, let’s go to the dog park!
Say “Yes” and we will go far!
Just say yes!
Let’s go to the dog park!
Yeah, let’s go to the dog park!
Yeah, let’s go to the dog park!
Say “Yes” and we will go far!
Say yes!
Say yes!
(Alright, alright)
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9. |
Harpies
06:23
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Not debonair in this dwell
No holier for hiding
I know better now, I know better
And dead dogs don’t roll over
Swum hearts sink no slower
I know better now, I know better
Hated my heart’s beat
Earthbound, I had cut my feet
But I know better now, I know better
Though I never could be finished with it
I was stood still, collecting commas
Never would outgrow the land where I am the fauna
So see me crawl into the sky
Where I will learn to keep alight
Perhaps gasp through teeth
But I will learn to keep a light
Till I, I am a harpy
All is beneath me
I am a harpy
I am above my blame
I am of proud mistakes
Yet all is beneath me
Among the harpies
There is power in my horror
(Power in my horror)
Sugar in my misery
(Sugar in my misery)
Jewellery, the love shed
(Jewellery, the love shed)
Purity is pedigree
And not the power in my horror
(Power in my horror)
The sugar in my misery, oh
(Sugar in my misery)
Jewelled with the love shed
Carved into my head
I am a raining flame! Mother of hurricanes!
And I am a golden death! Fathered my own last breath!
And I am a blacked out sun shadowing everyone!
And I will not hurt me among the harpies
And I am almighty; I will not hurt me!
I will love me most!
(I will love me most
I will love me most
I will love me most
I will love me most
I will love me most
I will love me most)
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10. |
Fetch & Fletch
03:18
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“Trauma has some quiet symptoms”
That’s what my counsellor said
And you don’t know you’re living with them
Until you’re fucking dead, I guess
So maybe I am, so maybe I am!
Maybe I am
‘Cause no one sat still at the finish line
Just waiting for me to pull up
And some have said that means I’ve got a lot of time
Ugh, leaves me wondering:
For what?
‘Cause if I shut my eyes for another five
I will disappear at the drop of my dime-sized heart
And wage a pyrrhic war
Just to fatten up the score
And in you, confiding
All the lives I have lived before
I’m getting old
(I’ve gotten old
And I’m getting…
So I will fetch my bones while I fletch arrows
That I’ll shoot at myself just to feel a little less alone
You can drop by, stick an apple in my eye
Or a flame in my heart, while I prep for your departure
That’s just how it goes, how it rows, how I roll
Grown in the smoke, sporting shrapnel blown
Yeah, that’s just how it goes, how I rose, how I roll
Parse apart myself, decorate my woes
Woes, woes!
(I decorate my woes)
Woes, woes!
(Yeah, I decorate my woes!)
Woes! Woes!
(Watch me decorate my woes!)
Woes! Woes!
I’m fettered
The feathers though golden are no better
Just a heavier bird sizing up the stormy weather
So whatever
Yeah
(Yeah, whatever)
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