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| 1. |
| 4:11 | 
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He said 'I wanna shine in the eye of Orion But I drove my soul through the Black Hole' She said 'That's a wonderful way to wake me But you weren't so nice last night You're such an asshole when you're drunk' And he said 'At least I'm okay in the mornings' He said 'The three wise men came a long way Following that pin hole in the sky Yeah, that one right there' She said 'I don't believe in any old Jesus If there was a God, then why is my arse The perfect height for kicking?' And he said, 'I'll shine for you' He said, 'I'll burn for you' He said, 'I will shine for you That's what I'll do' He said 'They're like headlights In the rear view mirror They're closer than they seem And from this gutter we're still staring at the stars' She said 'Would ya go ape shite Last night all you did was curse those stars Cuz they sang to you of hope' He said 'The sun gives life, and it takes it away But like all the greats, it'll burn out someday' She said 'I don't mind, I don't wanna get bored I don't wanna end up beached on this shore I wanna be that star I wanna be that star Oh, let me be that star I wanna be that star And then I can shine for you And then I'll burn for you I'll shine for you That's what I'll do.. |
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| 2. |
| 3:53 |
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When your hand brushed against mine
I thought I'd collapse I'm no rolling stone I gather too much moss Maybe it's 'cos I'm getting A little bit older But oh how your neck Flows to your shoulder It draws me, it draws me to your flame I wanna be near you And blink in your light And toast marshmallows On a cold dark night By your flame Your flesh it melts in my mouth Like Holy Communion But you don't really care for Jesus now do you? A photograph of this love Hangs on my wall I would dare to speak its name If I knew what it was called I would dare to speak its name If I knew what it was called Rattle the one who's shadow You're standing in Under the branches after It's been raining On your flame I wanna be near you And blink in your light And toast marshmallows On a cold dark night By your flame Your brought your flame Into the chambers of my heart You brought your flame Where all's been condemned to dark And now your flame Spits shadows on my walls Shadow on my walls |
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| 3. |
| 4:03 |
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You left it, i sent it I want it back You left it, i sent it I want it back If i had you here, i`d clip your wings Snap you up and leave you sprawling on my pin This plan of mine is oh so very lame Can`t you see the grass is greener where it rains You left, i died, I went and you cried You came, i think But i never really know I`ve served my time I`ve watched you climb The wrong incline But what do i know Accept it, don`t let it Turn the screw Accept it, and let it Scream back at you Now this applies both equally to you and i The only thing we share Is the same sky These empty metaphors They`re all in vain Like can`t you see the grass is greener where it rains You left, i died, I went and you cried You came, i think But i never really know I`ve served my time I`ve watched you climb The wrong incline But what do i know In the garden snake was a charmin` And eve said let`s give it a try Now lead us not into temptation But no matter how hard i try When in the garden and Snake is a charmin` And eve says let`s give it a try Eve is the apple of my eye And i lie behind you And a cradle you in the palm of me And i pat your hair down I think will we sink or swim? `Cause we could do either on a whim |
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| 4. |
| 5:25 |
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Somewhere in this sea of Club Milks
Tea and ashtray, there is a song I'm in the crow's nest with binoculars Just waiting for one to come along I've seen the flare so I know it's there Has me tied up at a rate of knots No navigation, global positioning Just me and this midnight oil So take me to your king I hear he's the man to see And I will cross his palm My first born for a song My first born for a song My first born for a song My first born for a song Somewhere in this froth and howling wind There's something worth singing Climb into the attic to write me a classic But it's not happening, it's just Christmas up here Between the phone calls and text messages The air must be thick with words, but not between us Shoulder to grindstone, switching to manual Keep the head down and I'll see you at the end So take me to your king I hear he's the man to see And I will cross his palm My first born for a song My first born for a song My first born for a song My first born for a song Take me to your king I hear he's the man to see And I will cross his palm I will cross his palm I will cross his palm My first born for a song My first born for a song My first born for a song My first born for a song |
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| 5. |
| 3:53 |
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There is a darkness to these jaded days
Maybe it's a seasonal affected disorder Or maybe we're just s.a.d. There is photosynthesis We crane our necks for sunlight There's a different sun for everyone And it's bigger than me, this sun is bigger Yeah it's bigger than me, this sun is bigger So much more to eat, this sun is bigger To be bigger than me, this sun is bigger There is a vacuum There are boys with toys These toys of coldness And a smart arse There is a cuckoo Who's been and lain in my nest And the egg is hatching And Christ I'll never be able to feed it 'Cos it's bigger than me, this chick is bigger Yeah it's bigger than me, this chick is bigger So much more to eat, this chick is bigger To be bigger than me, this chick is bigger Oh yeah! I should welcome all Both fallow and fertile I should welcome all Both circumcised and gentile But I can be so, so elsewhere And I can be so, so cold There is a world So full of people Full of love and shrapnel Full of bag ladies and bag ladies and Wicker men And it's bigger than me, this world is bigger Yea it's bigger than me, this world is bigger Still so much more to eat, this world is bigger To be bigger than me, this world is bigger Am I a stone? Am I a sponge? |
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| 6. |
| 5:56 |
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When I wake in the morning
Of a bad skin day And I can't face my lover On a bad skin day Am I this alone? Volcano has erupted And the ash sails down And I'm a poor soul of Pompeii Oh Christ I'm such a drama queen On a bad skin day And you're far from me You're all far from me Right where I want you to be Far from me I could've got a job I could've been a contender, when I never??br>But the streak is only so long They're all different shades Of the same song There's a wind in these sails, feels like I'm always waiting??br>For the gold in them there hills, feels like I'm never??br>Them there hills And they're far from me Someday we'll all wear a crown Far from me Someday we'll be the fairest of them all So far from me Someday we'll have an Open top bus parade For from me Someday we'll do the Sorry sorry charade It feels like we're always waiting It feels like we're never leading |
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| 7. |
| 3:54 |
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Natalie always seem to notice
These traces of our lives before this But Natalie always seemed to notice me She said we must leave, uproot, erase this For this is the kind of love that maims us And I won't be happy 'til Somebody looses an eye Tell me, do you see me as a shadow In the yawn of the evening? Don't leave me to those Who would believe me When I sell them Kiss and tell them Natalie I'll have no truck with all of this madness I still see her arm thrown over his shoulder Like a noose But worn noose You say you want me to Stay here with yours And all those here who would Kill me and mine If I had a hatch, I'd batten it down Tell me, do you see me as a shadow In the yawn of the evening? Don't leave me to those Who would believe me When I sell them Kiss and tell them History is written by the winners Yea this history is written by the winners And I want my say |
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| 8. |
| 3:12 |
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Cute whores on every corner
Puttin' out, they're puttin' out And there's many a kerb crawler, a boy racer Fine young men with their spoilers spoiled Hail fella, well met Makin' V's like Nixon A comb over and sweat Cute whores in the corridors of power Throwin' shapes, atin' grapes The wink and elbow language of delight Has been seduced by the dark side We are the babies that they kissed And ours is the flesh that they pressed Yeah, they're good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Oh, they're good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Cute whores on every corner They're puttin' out, puttin' out As with most things here, it's hard to pin down It sticks to your clothes, it's airborne It's been long celebrated As something to make us proud All this movin' and shakin' in Envelopes so brown Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound |
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| 10. |
| 4:25 |
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On the telephone
On the message board On the toilet wall Telemarket poll By sign language By a pigeon carriage By pressing red Fastest thumbs in the west We're waiting For fun, friendship and maybe more Fun, friendship and maybe more I am the man down I'm gonna lose my leg so just gimme the whiskey and let's go Yes I covet my neighbour's wife And yes I covet my neighbour's goods Don't get too close I might take a swipe And friendly fire still burns He said She said This is not a good time How about the New World Wine Or a set of shiny steak knives $29.95 I went for a video I came back with a tan I came back with a tan Still they gazed and their wonder grew In this world of it might just be you Watch them slip on the hamster wheel Tears give good TV He said She said |
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| 11. |
| 4:47 |
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She had mixed me
With someone she once seen Projected on her screen Now I'm blue tacked above her feet So go lightly don't wake her Let her dream Reflecting off the roof The whole world, it shimmers for you On a tree lined road My body took leave of my soul 'Hold on tight oblivion' she screams She's so strong when she's Digging into me My head almost broke my heart Perfection takes me years To unravel and maul apart The Trampoline is getting torn Landing hard and taking off What now must I use To get us both airborne I press green to play But the dial tone encores for me I try to dodge the cracks So not to hex it or paint it black I'm starting feel tremor of faith But never before on this scale You and I Always had someone to talk us down You and I Learned how to live without solid ground You and I Jump up and down on These straining ties That were guaranteed to bind |
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| 12. |
| 7:40 |
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I've got your blood
Under my fingernails And it feels like I could Never wash it away Well, how about that? I could never do that What do you know about that? I could never do that I've been waiting for your blood To appear on my hands And there it was Under very different circumstances And it's a clanging symbol To end this drum roll It's a clanging symbol To end this drum roll I've been walking you Into those lamposts again But I'd rather do that than Let go of your hand I've been watching your fingers Straddle the neck of your guitar Since you said they'd buckle Like the legs of a new born foal But they're still standing Making those sweet mongrel chord shapes Yeah, they're still standing And you got the middle one raised to me 'Cause I've been walking you Into those lamposts again I'd rather do that than Let go of your hand I've been walking you Into those lamposts again But I'd rather do that than Let go of your hand I feel you from me Braithim uaim tu I feel you from me I've been walking you Into those lamposts again I'd rather do that than Let go of your hand I've been walking you Into those lamposts again I'd rather do that than Let go of your hand |
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