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Forget
05:47
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Hey Dogboy, what are you doing? Did you check the trash can? Come one round.
Sure you can smoke, sit down and I’ll fix you a drink.
Yeah, they’re all coming. Luce, BK and the Turts, the Factory
They’re all going to be here.
Moondog, Munza, the Bothwell Banger and my Bro
It’s been a long time,
We’re meeting at the Dog.
Chip, yeah she’s coming. Spanner, Shell.
Sure we’ve got time for another, sit back Rancho Relaxo style
No need to worry, we’re sorted, yeah sorted.
Hey, wait a second, grab a traveler, we’re taking off.
Yesterday on the back of a tired envelope
I found a poem written not so long ago
Well I couldn’t say exactly what I meant by it
It seems to me that I am simply starting to forget.
Look for me on the top of that dusty mantel piece
For the letter that I said I’d always keep
I don’t believe that I can’t even remember
It it’s funny how I seem to be starting to forget.
In my chair I used to sit and think about it
And in my mind it used to make me feel sick
I don’t believe I can’t even remember it
And I don’t believe there could have been so much I missed
And I don’t believe I can take much more of this
And I don’t believe that I can’t even recall a kiss
Forget the way I am sit and listen to the rain so peaceful in my shame.
Forget the way I am sit and listen to the rain so peaceful in my shame.
Forget the way I am sit and listen to the rain so peaceful in my shame.
Forget the way I am sit and listen to the rain so peaceful in my shame.
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2. |
Centre of Your Pain
03:54
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Shadows move strangely in my hallway
I can feel ghost moving in my home
someone cries as they pass across my threshold
simple words that echo in my mind
and I feel footsteps walk beside me
something strange a presence in the gloom
sometimes I no longer recognise you
but sadly I’m the centre of your pain
And here I am,
here I am,
here I am,
at the centre of your pain.
And all the people we know I swear I do not know them
all the places we went I swear I’ve never been there I forgotten it all
And ghosts are such bitter bed companions
so again I lie sleeplessly alone
understanding doesn’t make things any better
and sadly I’m the centre of your pain
And here I am,
here I am,
here I am,
at the centre of your pain.
As dawn approaches something moves light is filtering on the room
it’s strangely cold in this room I cannot look in your direction
I sit and stare at the walls trying not to tremble
and here I am here I am at the centre of your pain.
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3. |
Sunday Sports
04:36
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There’s something about you and me
we get more like sports on a Sunday
the bigger the faster the best
still leaves me hollow in my chest
and maybe I’m jealous about
life and how you’re working it out
And I’m just sucked deeper in and I can’t help but grin
I’m just sucked deeper in and I can’t help but grin and bear it all.
These crazy periods we have
I can’t help but ironically laugh
at how I wanted to talk
when you came and stood in my door
only again to drift away
a favour on another day
And something tears me inside when I lay down tonight
it tears me inside when I lay down tonight but that’s how friendship goes.
Another cycle comes to its end
we both have time we must spend
with partings to be tied off
and endings that we must have
and this is what spring means to me
sadness loss and uncertainty
as I get sucked deeper and I can’t help but grin
as I’m sucked deeper and I can’t help but grin and bear it all
And so you’ve become more cynical
maybe it’s rightly so
and as things go I am too
but I never had time to tell you
I feel your distance so closely
this time I need you most.
As I get sucked deeper in and I can’t help but grin
I get sucked deeper in and I can’t help but grin and bear it all
But I can’t bear it all.
I can’t bear it all.
I can’t bear it all.
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4. |
Fags Booze and Fucking
04:11
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I love orangutan, green corduroy and Leonard Cohen
Not to mention bums, tits and willies yeah
And I love the way you smile, English sheep and Oscar Wilde
Not to mention pain, fear and loathing yeah
Oh I meant to say loving.
And I love Hal Hartley, THC and black coffee
Not to mention fags booze fucking
Oh I meant to say loving.
And I love those lazy days, where I go out of my mind, trying to find
The daisies yeah, that grow in head so like four leaf clovers.
And I love David Boon, people who make me laugh and Matthew Poxoon
Not to mention Moose, Lucy and Caboose yeah.
And I love elephants, green knitted vests and spotty green pants
Not to mention cynicism and scoffing yeah.
Oh I meant to say loving.
And I love those lazy days, where I go out of my mind, trying to find
The daisies yeah, that grow in head so like four leaf clovers.
My life is bitter sweet
It’s filled with irony
And although I don’t take it seriously
I’m not always as happy as I seem.
I love orangutan, green corduroy and Leonard Cohen
Not to mention fags booze and loving yeah.
Yes, I meant to say loving.
And I love those lazy days, where I go out of my mind, trying to find
The daisies yeah, that grow in head so like four leaf clovers.
Lazy days, where I go out of my mind, trying to find
The daisies yeah, that grow in head so like four leaf clovers.
Lazy days, where I go out of my mind, trying to find
The daisies yeah, that grow in head so like four leaf clovers.
lazy days, where I go out of my mind, trying to find
The daisies yeah, that grow in head so like four leaf clovers.
And I love you.
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5. |
John
04:18
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John when they find me will you do this for me
close my eyes pull down the blinds
I’ve seen the years and I know their weight well
and I don’t know how long I can survive.
Pull back the blinds and dance with your friend
this maybe the last chance that you’ll get
I’ve seen the edges and I’ve crashed and I’ve burned
watched as my dreams became fears.
John tell them I was always like this.
John tell them I was always like this.
John tell them I was always like this.
John tell them I was always like this.
I feel the ground under my skin
and your hand upon my chest.
Hold me down as the sky beckons
and my pain and fear subside, goodbye.
John tell them I was always like this.
John tell them I was always like this.
John tell them I was always like this.
John tell them I was always like this.
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6. |
Splinter
02:36
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Clattering cups and chatter surreal
Nothing is quite normal this early
So we talk of football and of lovers
Not that we know much about either.
There’s something of Woody in us both
Confusion, weirdness and a sense of love
It’s quite now, most people have gone
I hate how time can just disappear.
And well I never
And well I never
And well I never thought this life would end.
And this is far too damn sad for me,
Three months and we’ve already started saying good bye
But someday we’ll rule the world
The world seen from our fishbowl.
And well I never
And well I never
And well I never thought this life would end.
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7. |
Forever More
04:09
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The old letter I just stopped reading
was enough to send my mind reeling
forgotten times.
But maybe I’m just sentimental
about a misguided handful
of forgotten lines
forgotten line.
And maybe it’s all just back dated
even so I think I’ve just started
bringing you to mind
back to my mind.
You like stupid dog and sad movies
people faces and cold weather.
You like talking on until morning
thinking we could be forever.
And I too like slow train journeys
the sound and scenery blurring
across the line.
We never did all that we planned to
and I never really said thank you
oh but I do now
I think of how,
You like stupid dog and sad movies
people faces and cold weather.
You like talking on until morning
thinking we could be forever.
You like stupid dog and sad movies
people faces and cold weather.
You like talking on until morning
thinking we could be forever.
Thinking it would last forever
Thinking we were for ever more
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8. |
Strange/Different
01:06
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9. |
Sun for Sorrow
04:05
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The sky is closing in, an icy wind bites my lip
And I must cut short a conversation I’d just begun
The sky is closing in, only mad dogs and Englishmen
Would go out tonight but they’ve all sadly died.
The sun for sorrow will not show his head.
The bed on which he lay has turned scarlet red.
And I think it’s going to rain, no it already is.
The thunder is rolling in, it sounds so hollow and distant.
I guess I’m too far away, always so far away.
The sun for sorrow will not show his head.
The bed on which he lay has turned scarlet red.
And I think it’s going to rain, no it already is.
Go hence and talk some more of these sad things,
Some shall be pardoned, some punished.
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