1. |
Bangkok shocks
04:13
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Bangkok shocks, and I can hardly breathe
The fire escape is making me dizzy
Lights flash up in a midnight dream
Sometimes I even wish I can get down on my knees
A distant song and a hollow scream
Meets between my ears with starved temper
I know it sounds fucked up, but I swear to God
It seemed like the skyline looked right through me
The skyline looked right through me
Clouds like distant anger
That you fondly remember for getting you somewhere
Air like running marathons of dreams
Buildings scarring old wounds that are pretty being ugly
A distant song made me wish I could fly
What I felt in my chest made me cry
The city skipped across my skin
Sometimes I’m glad I’m scared to fly
I know it sounds fucked up, but I swear to God
It seemed like the skyline looked right through me
The skyline looked right through me
And I’m pretty ugly
I’m so pretty feeling ugly
I know
It sounds fucked up
But I swear to god
The skyline looked right through me
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2. |
Velvet embers
04:32
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Uh-oh, was that your coat on my shoulders
While I watch a giant dick on the stage spit
Bow down, it could have anyone of you
Bow down, it could have anyone
Bow down, to the beautiful sound
We’ll go and dance the night away
Everybody’s here as I fold into your neck
Techno, your hands seem as hungry as mine
Techno, you hands seem hungry
Uh-oh
Sitting down and I tell you it’s not that pretty
But you don’t seem to mind
With velvet embers you’re having an okay time
Stay here for a while
Stay here for a while
Stay here for a while
I’m comfortable
But no more time to kill
Crashing, down to the ground
I’m drunk and I’m Infirm
Well, I’m fine I guess, you know where I am
With velvet
With velvet embers
What if I’m just using this?
What if you’re just using this?
What if we’re just using this?
What if we’re both just using this?
So what if we’re just using this
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3. |
Getting old
05:17
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Every time I hear you coming round
I know it’ll be same old same old
Every time I see you on the news
You’re just giving out same old same old
Same old same old
Every time I hear you coming round
I know you’ll be same old same old
Every time your voice is on the radio
I’m just hearing same old same old
What you trying to prove?
Same old same old
Every time I read about you in the newspaper
It’s same old same old
What you trying to prove?
Same old same old
Every single speech
Every single interview
You’re same old same old
Every time I try and do something new
It’s same old same old
What you trying to prove?
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4. |
Slide (instrumental)
05:33
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5. |
Wasting my time
07:34
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Little white clouds
Outside my window
Boiling into winter skies
Guess I’m not the only one
Who is wasting my time
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6. |
Guitar Loops
05:47
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8. |
9 8 7
05:53
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9. |
Slide (original)
03:14
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Look I'm floating
That must count for something
I'm hoping I'll sail right in
Want for nothing
Hoping for everything
This paradise is wrestling
You slide on your best intentions
Sinking back to him
His arms say a blank book
But the embrace holds a script
Hey it's funny
I'm sure there's a joke in here
We could pretend a punchline
Wait for silence and take a deep breath
An easy ride is a shame
You slide on your best intentions
Sinking back to him
His arms say a blank book
But his embrace holds a script
Hoping for everything
This paradise is wrestling
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10. |
Pricklefade
03:46
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Yesterday all your cares went astray
Or was that the day before?
I'm not so sure anymore
Right now I don't feel I'm any help
Don't want to say anything you might throw away
It prickles and fades
Like our mistakes
Don't drive me away
So my walls sweat, is that a problem?
Reflection stares unkind
This body my God it's unsure
And it makes a change from orange glow static fuzz
Trapped in a cubicle
Crushing me into the floor
Wait one moment
It's what you need
Don't drive me away
You say I'm complicated
When I'm just drunk and tired
If it didn't have to mean a thing
I'd stay here all night
If it didn't have to mean a thing I'd fake it
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11. |
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Long day
Looking for somewhere to rest your head
While I creep quietly around the house
Like a spider in the threads of your limbs
You won't let me go
Still I find you interesting
The carburettor in your lungs
It rattles and moans
It won't let me get any sleep
Still you interest me
With your train-crash teeth
I'd hang around in here
But this bed is stuck at 45 degrees
That shotgun wound in your chest
Is it real?
Oh silly me, you're just trying to impress
And did you really want me?
No, I didn't think so
You just wanted to get some sleep
Still you interest me
Your confusion is kinda sweet
But I can't stick around here
On this bed that's stuck at 45 degrees
And you interest me
As I creep away from you
Into the spare room
Where at least I'll get a bit of fucking sleep
Never was a lad like you
Never was a lad like you
Never was a lad like you
Don't you know?
Didn't you figure that out?
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