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No High Without A Low
04:10
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Things kinda strange now
not much choice but to hang on and on
guess my daughter ought to write a song
cause I've been unable
to come up with a label
to define this new phenomenon.
This might turn fatal
the chasing of tails leaves me unstable
it's the lowest of all echelons
I've been unable
to decipher this strange code
to decrypt this new phenomenon.
The lowest of all echelons
this might turn fatal
No high without a low
I am just waiting this out
No high without a low
I am just waiting this out
Things kinda strange now
not much choice but to hang on and on
hang on and on
on and on
this might turn fatal
No high without a low
I am just waiting this out
No high without a low
I am just waiting this out
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Awkward Laughter
03:05
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awkward laughter
is that all we have to share
all that we dare?
awkward laughter
fills in an empty space
it's there on your face
unnerved, distressed, unsettled and all the rest
perturbed, shook up, unravelled and under stress
and the more and more you know
the strain tightens and cracks show
the more and more you think
the will crumbles and the spirits sink
the more and more you wish
the farther away your dreams are pushed
awkward laughter
comes in a sudden burst
we just make things worse
and now that we have found
we’re standing on shifting ground
we are left
with only the fading sound
of awkward laughter
awkward laughter
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Truth is, most days, I’d rather stay home
The world, outside, is a pretty grim show
Truth is, most days, I’d rather stay in
At home, inside, to keep things simple and slow
Did a little dance, last night, to unwind
clumsy and solo, it felt good though
now, making my morning coffee just right
is what focuses my mind
Truth is, most days, I’d rather stay home
Alone, inside, taking stock of my soul
Every day, dark news, in a menacing tone
it just won’t stop and my mood drops
now, I stall and pace around and stay in this zone
These days, it seems, there’s not far I can go
a mobile screen, some stupid memes
You ask me how I am and it vexes me
Truth is, most days, I’d rather stay home
Truth is, most days…
I’d rather stay home
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Swimmer in the Sink
04:24
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The chance of severe storms is high
I can feel the impending rain
The quiet atmosphere leaves me confused,
Man, I am on the brink
The eastern winds always blow this way
They make the ice so thin
And in the aftermath
Both you and me could drown in what remains
I don't want this to go awry
the ocean feels too real
I'm a small fish in a pond
it is safer for me here
I'm a better swimmer
I'm a better swimmer in the sink
This origami world of mine
here it's all watertight, I win
if the cloud comes this way
I will have no escape
I don't want this to go awry
the ocean feels too real
I'm a small fish in a bowl
it's safer for me here
I'm a better swimmer
I'm a better swimmer in the sink
I only wanna sail THESE ocean ways
I only wanna sail THESE ocean ways
I'm a better swimmer
I'm a better swimmer in the sink
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Letter to my Future Self
03:28
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I have just received a letter addressed to my future self
a blast from the past, well, it arrived fast!
I'd send it back but I've no idea who to
so I put the Postal Service on and fill up the glass
And as I
take out the knife, I
look at my wife, I
feel a bit anxious
it seems a little thin
but I may be wrong
Can a flimsy piece of paper bring anything to the table?
Hell, I do hope I wasn't too true to myself!
All the intimate details
I'm still keeping secret
I feel a bit anxious
will it bring them all back
and fill in all the gaps?
I have just received a letter addressed to my future self
a close call but I'm quickly left in the dark
the disappearing ink got far too much exposure
to the air through which I've flown since the old times
oh, the air through which I've flown since the old times
all the air through which I've flown
all the air through which I've flown
since the old times
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Maths
03:58
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Another minus
Not a one plus comes along
Hard to count the balance
With all the constants being null
No longer a sine
A downward spiral
Turning to a flat line
I need some number blindness
All my calculations wrong
Can you count the balance
With the constants being null?
What is your tangent?
Is your equation that strong?
Is your equation that strong?
Another minus
I need some number blindness
Another minus
Another minus
I need some number blindness
Hope your equation is strong!
Hope your equation is strong!
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7. |
This Side of Town
03:35
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No illusions
it's been the same song all the time
You've drawn your conclusions
we are the past and we've had our last
Can plant no seed of hope
all there is is what you see
past the point of no return
from this draconian reality
But we're alright on this side of town
We're alright on this side of town
Turned into intrusion
it's been the same old song, we are defined
There's no confusion
the green turns grey and we're dead, deaf and blind
Here is our lease of hope
all there is is what you see
the Clock of Time has put its big cold hands on me
But we're alright on this side of town
We're alright on this side of town
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Demon Cloud
04:07
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somehow you induce me to confine myself
oh all the hate you generate
the demon cloud sways, offers enticing escape
it makes me believe that I can't wait
unable to detoxicate
being here I feel like in chains
recalibrating my brain fails again
I am stuck to my scrapes
with the disasters of those gloomy days
the disasters of those looney ways
the demon cloud hunts and I’m the prey
somehow you inflict pain that enters and stays
put me in that desolate and depressed state
the demon cloud sways, offers to take me away
makes me think that I can't wait
how I wanted to make sense
but in this horrid aftermath I don’t feel blame
all the tricks that I maintain
sway me back to that page
that I've torn apart again and again
that I’ve torn apart again and again
the demon cloud hunts and I’m the prey
the demon cloud hunts and I’m the prey
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A rush of arctic air crushes into a wave of heat
the travel rep says all is as it should be
"There's still a yoga class to take you beneath
the surface of all that you want to see."
No! Let's go to an eat-all-you-can-eat
get in the truck, ain't the engine sweet
don't it feel good in that leather seat
we look so hard-to-beat
Let's take our ride on the black snow
to the wonderful worlds of tomorrow!
Someone forgot to cut down that tree
why be so wary of weather geometry?
then as we digest our last bit of meat
and we've savoured our gunpowder tea
Let's leave some fresh black snow
to the wonderful minds of tomorrow!
We look so hard-to-beat
we look so hard-to-beat
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10. |
Blue-bus Boy
03:54
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Born in a small square satellite
a bedroom town of the future built to make arms
A blue-bus boy, guilty as charged,
did we meet at a gas mask drill?
I can no longer join the dots
Didn't I know you?
Didn't I know you?
And I went on my own to get a real feel for the city lights
what never leaving your hometown does to your mind?
I was loved and I was bought and I got lost and I got caught
you walked along the same streets every day.
Didn't I know you?
I wonder how it felt for you to stay
Didn't I know you?
I wonder how you whiled your days away
And now when we're so close to the end
you'd think I'd give you the truth then!
And now when we're so close to the end
Didn't I know you?
You'd think I'd give you the truth then
Didn't I?
Well, didn't I?
And now when we're so close to the end
Didn't I know you?
You'd think I'd give you the truth then
Well, didn't I?
I’d think you’d tell me the truth then
Didn't I?
Well, didn't I?
Well, didn't I?
And now when we're so close
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The Horse is Dead
05:23
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Something that you understand but I don't
Something that you knew all along but I won't
Though, counting the six degrees of separation
We are the same nation
A question of if rather than when
Just another thing to never happen again
Am I old enough to say?
My mind going a trillion miles per day
This long, long winter caught me unprepared
I am waving the flag at the polar ice cap
And the horse is dead, the horse is dead
Men of the cave, slaves of the sun
Each in our own bubble having our own fun
And the kids, do they even know what music can do?
If you wanted to, you'd find yourself in it, too
Ants with megaphones quarter-heartedly signal the end
As the DNAs of the digital birds get remixed to a new blend
Ants with megaphones quarter-heartedly welcome the end
As the DNAs of the digital birds are made ready for the new plan
This cold, cold winter caught me unprepared
I am waving the flag at the polar ice cap
And the horse is dead, the horse is just that, it's dead
I am waving the flag
I am waving the flag
And the horse is dead
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12. |
The Sum of it
03:30
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So that’s the sum of it
insignificant
the end all and be all of it
It’s transient,
get over it
made a plan
then ran with it
abandoned it
all spent
it came and it went
cannot make peace with it
(make peace make peace make peace make peace)
the long and the short of it
and all the trite and petty shit
that’s the sum of it
get over it
that’s the sum of it
iterate, navigate, get straight.
calculations, lamentations, they equate.
reach an end, try to extend, now wait.
retreat, defeat, too late.
amend, descend, its fate.
So that’s the sum of it
the end all and be all of it
the short and the long of it
all the trite and petty shit
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