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Parma
04:18
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Last night the house lights all went dead/I lit a candle for to find my way back into bed
Couldn’t sleep by the street lights/Watched them spilling into endless orange pools and I…
Time wasting/We’re not coming home
Right of admission reserved
I stayed inside the whole weekend/Dreamed of walking frozen rivers with the ice half weakened
Saw a woman in the mist/I fell through the cracks and woke up with 3 letters on my wrist
Drunk call/Hey, gimme your scrawl
Time wasting/We’re not coming home
Three more days in this hotel room (I cant get through to you)/Rain water filled up both my shoes
How many nights I just sit and screw (your face all painted black and blue)
Dreamed of waves breaking over you
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Spine
01:48
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Seems to me that nothing's changed/Never know what's right to say
Looking away when I talk/Trying to give an honest thought
You look at me like I'm insane
Just trying to speak my mind/Just trying to meek my spine
Just trying to find a way to change
You're upset when I shoot straight/Probably best if we go our different ways
In no uncertain terms/In less than a thousand words
Can safely say that you will lose it
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A Note
03:38
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If the light's on at my window I'm not trying to sleep
Rolling over on my insides, thoughts I cannot keep
If my brain is septic, poison words will kill the skeptics and shuck the blame
Now I'm trying to let it, bruising by my window sighing silent with relief
Now I'm trying to make it work, I need clean sheets first suggests defeat
What am I supposed to do with another note on Stephen's Day
I heard you tell an old story. I thought you were being funny. But that's not always the case
I feel bad about that now, living by walls I'm sure it gets cold
But if I could find a way to tell you, I'd tell you everything you
You don't wanna hear from me
Key point; you promised nothing, and we all die or something. I can never find my pen
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Grownapart
02:48
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Even if we get grown apart/I’m never gonna let you know
If we take it back to the start/I’m never gonna let you go
Hard to think but I think I know/I know it’s getting way too slow
Why am I watching my step?/Already told me everybody knows
Even if we get grown apart
This is the part where you look my way/this is the part where you look my way
I got something to say
This is the part where you look away/This is the part where you look away
I got something to say
This is the part where I turn away/This is the part where I turn away
I got something to say
This is the part where I walk away/This is the part where I walk away
I got something to say
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Things We've Learnt
03:38
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We watched the traffic from our old room/We used to sleep til noon
The sun shone like a cigarette burned through the morning sky gloom
I'm just saying/What I feel, really feel
You're all I see, all that's real, all I wanna see
Leaving work at 3AM/I'll never sleep again
I get frightened when my back's to the door/We can make love in the morning
You're all I see, all I wanna see/I wanna feel the touch of cuban heel
and just stay home
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Special Method
02:56
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The pull of the pulpit is pushing me/The pull of the pulpit is pushing me
This voice permeates everything I dream
I've seen the earth, I've felt the dirt
On the deep dive down. Getting in and getting out
Wait for me. We're on impossible ground
The pace is telling/The pace is starting to wear him down
I felt the lights go off inside, I thought I saw the lights inside
If I wanted to I'd use your special method
Its not intrinsic/I can live without it
Death is cheap, talk is sleep, lines of speed on my teeth
I see nothing wrong with what we did
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7. |
Missing Limbs
02:54
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The air in airports/Always feels so thick
Sucking pints of porter in airport bars/Helps more than you’d think
London always makes me think of death/And the way things get forgotten, the joy of emptiness
An endless choice of rugs/Under which you could be swept
All the oldest memories hiding in/the river’s murky depths
Don’t sweat/You’re enough to get me over it
Don’t sweat/You’re enough to
Don’t sweat/You’re enough to get me over it
Don’t sweat/Don’t sweat
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Carthagenia
01:50
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The carthagenians, they know the score/Possession being 9/10s of the law
I wanna win, I wanna win, I wanna win/If they don't wanna win they must just want to lose
They wanna lose
Listen carefully, you'll hear them underground/Tracing lines, finding fault without a sound
If you're on contract, they're on contract/We're on contact, we don't intend to lose
They wanna lose to a guy like me
I need you to listen to me (With no purpose)
These are the end times, this place is our grave
It's all insured, signed in my name (With a good purpose)
Hot and cold, pressed to my face
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Gram
09:43
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You’re on the cusp of something great/Changing hands over chump change
You’re about to/Get your first slice of the cake
On the 27th floor/Someone’s kicked in the front door
He’s inhaling/Gold paint flakes off the floor
In the spirit of St.Louis/We played “Reason” by Anacrusis
I’m terrified/We flew all night still we blew it
A wishing well is wishful thinking/The penny dropped but it didn’t sink in
Empty tumblers get re-filled/Empty rooms they feel like shrinking
I’d replace every dream, every thought in my head with the image of you wading through a sea of fallen cherry blossoms in the graveyard of Spring, the much discussed hope that Summer brings.
But the Summer ends and youth fades, feelings change and lovers hate, skies turn grey in a hopeless malaise; It’s a shame.
You can take it all in; file it in the deepest recesses of your heart where the incessant knowing change and the clawing hands of time have no sway. Let it remain, let it embody everything that gives you light on your way. Let it remain unchanged, the same; a collection of half-blurry photographs, half-remembered memories, unmemorable events, unremarkable occurrences but of grave importance.
Carry nothing with you; discard the past like bad luck 'til your present captures you as a blurry photograph sitting on unremarkable grass, listening to unmemorable jazz like a fucking caricature – a motherfucker; ignorant to the idea of passion, of feeling, of himself. A lifelong adolescence of a million terrifying thoughts a second, of pure exhilaration and lust forgotten, ignored, denied.
The Summer ends and Autumn wheezes into Winter with the promise of more endings still. More bitter pills. Still, it’s lies in the face of the stillness of your gaze, your unflinching, unblinking faith, your belief in change and you’re not scared. Being afraid is to be dead a pitiful pastel colour in a tapestry, a rowboat in the harbour, a cherry blossom cast to the ground in the Autumn, the last one left but having lived much less.
Your face a thousand times over, image after image, every detail more beautiful every single day, brought to light by the jealous daybreak. My head is empty but for these pictures of you, until the end of this wretched June when you return. But they won’t be forgotten, my cherry blossom.
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No More Parties In LK
02:27
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Who took the words inside me/Who took the words inside of me
Who took the voice inside me/Who took the voice inside of me
I can’t climb this ladder/I’m far too rung out
I can’t keep it together/I’m too strung out
I can’t climb this ladder/I’m far too rung out
I can’t keep it together/I’m too strung out again
Took to taking trips out your way/Took to taking trips out your way every weekend
Started feeling alone in company/Only felt myself when it was just you and me, could barely breathe
Cruiser versus everyone
When it comes to it all/we are what we’re saying
So what’s the sense/In trying to explain it?
The edge of your bed/Awake at 4 AM
What’s the sense?/what's the sense?
Same difference
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Ger Devine - Vocals/Guitar
Rachael Drennan - Bass
Chris Quigley -
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Steve Savage -Drums
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