1. |
Brown Hair
03:07
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Brown hair
Brown hair
When I asked
There was nobody there
Brown hair
Brown hair
When I called there was nobody there
Little blue lights
On October nights
Don’t care
What kinda fear?
Frozen and we’re
Nowhere
Brown hair
Brown hair
When I knocked
There was nobody there
Brown hair
Brown hair
When I came
There was nobody there
Said that you’re tired
Of hearing you’re hired
Despair
Tell me you’re dead
Broke single bed
You dare
Brown hair
Brown hair
When I reached
There was nobody there
Brown hair
Brown hair
When I looked
There was nobody there
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2. |
Nothing, I Suppose
01:39
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I am your knight
And you know
I am nothing
I suppose
Pretty maids
In a row
And it’s nothing
I suppose
People cheat
And we go
Home with nothing
I suppose
It’ll come
It’ll go
It’s just nothing
I suppose
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3. |
Deep In The Darks
02:39
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Stuck fucking fast in the downturn
So fucking deep in the darks…
So fucking lost in the listless…
So fucking deep in the darks…
No fucking fun in the blackouts
So fucking deep in the darks…
So fucking deep in the dogshit
So fucking deep in the darks…
So fucking deep in the darks…
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I can’t tell you
Half the things that I want to
Fraction of what I need to
Clicks and cameras won’t kill you
Kill you…
Let’s play
Your heart and my mind will stay
Empty people can’t pay
Kids are different today
‘Day…
I can’t sit through
The making of a bad film
Who can take the pressure like you do?
Make me giddy like you do?
You do?…
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5. |
Stuck In A Movie
03:38
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Your lifestyle’s stuck
In a movie…
And you say it’s too hard
Your way is too hard
And you say it’s too hard
It’s too hard
This way is too hard
Your lifestyle’s stuck
In the movies…
Your lifestyle’s stuck
Making movies…
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6. |
Strange Glue
02:08
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Love me in a strange room
From the stomp box to the mic boom
Fix me with your strange glue
You still touch me when you want to
Love me in a strange room
From the nightstand to the full moon
Fix me with your strange glue
You still hurt me when you want to
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7. |
New Clover
02:41
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New clover…
Made my special plan
In my mouth and bang
I am worth more dead
So her daddy said
Might as well just stay…
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8. |
Since You Went Away
01:52
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No
Since you went away
Skateboard-riding
Disco-striding
Suitcase-hiding
Death-deciding
No
Since you went away
Losing-siding
Widowed-briding
Vocal-guiding
Crime-abiding
No
Since you went away
Skateboard-riding
Disco-striding
Suitcase-hiding
Death-deciding
Losing-siding
Widowed-briding
Vocal-guiding
Crime-abiding
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9. |
Little Doll
01:38
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Saw you hiding a little doll
Hometown dreams and you never know
Saw you breaking a little doll
Mum knows best and I told you so
Grown up girl as a little doll
Back and forth and we to and fro
Don’t get old, be a little doll
We digress and we ebb and flow
Person is making a political mess
Person who’s making a political mess…
Saw you harbour a little doll
Wild grass by the bungalow
Saw you bury a little doll
Baby blue in the indigo
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10. |
Beautiful Daisy
03:07
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Beautiful Daisy…
And you’re breathing okay
And you’re smiling okay
We’re at opposite ends of a spectrum of dark
And we’re doing okay
It’s the sixties, okay
In your garden, okay
There’s a bullet, it misses
You wear it, reminds you of living, okay
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11. |
Lie Lie Lie
03:07
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I was raising up the drawbridge
In a corner of the world
I was making my decision
Was it candy or a pearl?
In the hall of funny mirrors
I was hanging by a rope
I was writing my confession
I was living in the hope…
That you might
Lie, lie, lie…
In a fit of inspiration
Painting portraits of The Queen
Not particularly fluent
Not particularly clean
In a turn up for the big books
I was starving at a feast
I was spoiled for attention
I was hoping that at least…
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12. |
In The Darks
02:18
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Stuck fucking fast in the downturn
So fucking deep in the darks…
So fucking lost in the listless…
So fucking deep in the darks…
No fucking fun in the blackouts
So fucking deep in the darks…
So fucking deep in the dogshit
So fucking deep in the darks…
So fucking deep in the darks…
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13. |
Found Myself
01:29
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Found myself
On top of a wall
Long way up
Or down to fall
I get myself
Into these messes
And I’ve gotten easy
Getting hard to land
Found myself
Up on top of a roof
Shoulda known better
Shoulda told the truth
I get myself
Into these messes
And each time’s the last time
Getting hard to land
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14. |
Someone Else's House
03:02
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Feels like Monday night
In someone else’s house
It is and it isn’t
But it’s better like this
I’ve been an idiot
Massively
Won’t be no wilderness
Passively
This must be Monday night
In someone else’s house
It is and it’s not
But I like it like this
I’ve been an idiot
Massively
There’s no wilderness left
Passively
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15. |
Happy w/
01:41
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Speed king in Queensland
He knows how to win
He’s happy with fat
He’s happy with thin
Old man in Youngstown
He lived himself wise
He’s happy with truth
He’s happy with lies
Princess in Princetown
She knows how to kiss
She’s happy with that
She’s happy with this
Ice queen in Kingston
She’s playing it cool
She’s happy with work
She’s happy with school
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16. |
Hours And Hours
02:19
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It musta been
Some years ago
Some candyfloss
A radio
I promised
I’d look after them
You promised
You’d come back again
You fell asleep
For hours and hours
Sent your love
With funeral flowers
You smell them now
A little bit
But underneath
You’re over it
I thought I’d got
It right for once
To circumvent
The circumstance
The ambulance
That lost the race
My sinking black
Your pretty face
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17. |
Darks
03:20
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Stuck fucking fast in the downturn
So fucking deep in the darks…
So fucking lost in the listless…
So fucking deep in the darks…
No fucking fun in the blackouts
So fucking deep in the darks…
So fucking deep in the dogshit
So fucking deep in the darks…
So fucking deep in the darks…
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18. |
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I took you to 1990
Coulda been 1980
The clouds in the night were vintage
Best little timeslip lately
I said to myself I’d tell you
Like all of our sparks were clockwork
Dreamt she was in my kitchen
Told everyone she’d killed you
Anarchy in the attic
Gravity in the cellar
Bedfordshire skin stayed bone dry
Underneath your umbrella
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