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Social Animal
02:45
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Start the day, my throat caught up in a sick taste
Relearning motives which inevitably stagnate
Relearning movements at a slower pace
Start the week, and all the other insects in the house crawling out of sleep
Throw on their overcoats and run into the street
Return, repeat
Social animal
Unattainable want, perceived need...
Restart the week, my tongue does a round behind my teeth
Mind does a round of possibility, falls into fantasy
Restart the day, my soul caught up in a memory
Knowing that these prints could taint the vast expanse of this blank slate
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Collateral
02:01
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You can erase my name and advertise my place
My thumbprints were stained, I didn’t want to muddy the page
Collateral, collateral…
I wish to withdraw my support from the programme and advisory board
Building with clay and wishing it was powder snow and it would melt away
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3. |
Warm Spirit
03:02
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I’m dressed as though for my death
Is it soon? I don’t know
I got a forecast from a seer
Is it true? I don’t know
A little clairvoyance tonight!
Aloof and resigned
A blown kiss to the oracle
Was it you? I don’t know
Delivered with a confidence
Like you knew what was told
Who builds the walls of the bottomless pit?
Does it make me or do I make it?
Warm spirit rise in me!
Say “It’s ok to be a spineless weed,
It’s ok to be a yellow bellied freak”
And then pat me on the back and kiss me on the cheek
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4. |
Generals
03:37
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Had generals in my dreams
Knocking on the door and then telling me to let them in
Two teams, one was good, one was mean
A general came to me in a dream
I’m being asked for identity
Men squaring up to my family
Apply muscle memory
Make a break for the door
Oh, personal sanctuary!
Now everyone I meet
They ask the same of me
Living out honest lives
They ask with stony eyes:
“Are you somebody who
Makes things happen or who things are just happening to?
Have you ever put wheels in spin
Or are you always rigor mortis under them?”
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5. |
Loose End
03:44
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They’re chipping away at my workplace
With their hammers and chisels and their knives and their scissors
They’re carving a totem from the timber pile
They’re gonna take it to the press and try to get a rise
They made something slim, they think it’s clever
They want a pat on the back, “Very impressive!”
They’ve cored the pillar, shaved the edge
Think they’ve cut enough now, they’ve only left a loose end
I’m walking round in my sleep all night
I’m seeing figures when I turn out the light
I tried to leave but my hands were tied
I called for transport and it never arrived
I’m pulling lines out of my broken skin
Waiting for something I don’t know to begin
A strange fruit is the season’s crop
Growing on the tip of the thing they cut, a loose end
They’re pulling the rug out from under us
And when we’re on the ground they don’t help us up
They tell us we don’t work nearly hard enough
And they know what they’re doing, and they cut and cut
A gulf opens and it weakens our resolve
We watch as what we hold dissolves
Keep a handle, try to keep a focus
While our limbs are being severed from us
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6. |
Bell Curve
02:58
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Wild flowers scale the walls
But you're on all fours
You want to explore the corridors
Reach out with your whole body
For something we can't see
Feel a visceral need
To shake hands with the edge of the world
An unwise choice, an uttered word
Stare up at the softest verge
Bell curve
Wild flowers scale the walls
But you're gonna fall
Can't touch them at all
Transfer with a little care
From the bed to the chair
Imprisoned there
When I can't look after you
I'm looking to nihilists for clues
Late at night when I’m thinking of you
I’m looking to nihilists for clues
Looking for meaning when there's nothing to do
When there’s nothing to do, nothing to do, nothing to do…
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7. |
Blue Slush
02:10
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I heard it from you
We’re in a space too big for two
Still snow on the peaks and every pass we cross
You have to wait for me
If what you’re saying is true
There exists a place too big for two
While we were standing there
I didn’t know if I could learn to share
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The Meaning of LYF
02:40
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You place yourself at the centre
Of the universe and I have to watch you spin
A miniature in a musical box in a vacuum
In soundless atmosphere
We grope around in the darkness
We grope around and the darkness grips us
Now I am miserable too
A quiet peace for both of us to swim through
I'd like to sink into the atmosphere
I would like to disappear
I'd like to shrink til I exist no more
A pile of clothes on a starry night floor
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Mediator
02:11
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It went through the mediator
Expert negotiator
Mindful communicator
Went through the mediator
Scribbled on a piece of paper
Modern telecommunication
Peaceful adjudicator
Space-time translator
Tell her other lover he’s okay for her
Through the mediator
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10. |
Pulp Music
01:31
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Doesn’t matter if you like the sound of it
Hours later when you can’t stand the thought of it
An abstraction of the words
That are written on your skull
Lesser workings of the mind
A corruption of your thoughts,
Anagrams of better plans
Left to shrivel up and die
Little secrets from the void
And your colleagues think you’re dull
Cos you’re quiet all the time
But you’re working on your art!
And you can't talk cos you're tired
Cos it keeps you up at night
Pulp! Music!
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NEUROTIC FICTION Bristol, UK
Post punk group spread thin across the wild westcountry.
Cowboy coffee. Graveyard surfari. PULP MUSIC.
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