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I gave up a job for this
Cash is thin
I need to eat something before a headache begins
To prod my subconscious thought
I'm thinking enough
I need a source of income
But his budget, is music for nothing
I gave up a job for this
And still I don't visit home
Don't have the excuse of work anymore
Needed a different job, oh god, if you're even up at this ungodly hour
Let's talk guidance and the thing that I can take most pride in
You taught me honesty, so honestly
It's 3am
I'm on my phone
I'm in my notes
Bullet points, bullet points
You want it to be easy to read
So delete it and go to sleep
I just have to get something done
Still I don't visit mum
It's from what I saw, it's in my genes
Are we workaholics or keeping busy?
Does it matter?
At least, I'm driven
Emotional for a living
Write this shit down
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2. |
Ode To Taker
01:46
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It's late, it's dark bar the street lights
Tungsten glow, not a shine
Excitement electric, temp tattoos on our skin
And we bet on the time you will take for your entrance
A haunting sound we will never hear again
The dead man comes now
Take your sweet time you have earned it
Take your sweet time you deserve this
You left your gear in
The middle of the ring
You're a legend now like
You've always been
Our fists in the air you have earned this
And you sink, and you sink you deserve this
A haunting sound we will never hear again
The dead man comes now tombstone take the pin
Thank you Taker, thank you Taker, you are a credit to your kin
Let the gong ring
27 years
Choke slam
Dead man
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Connie
01:01
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Remember the first time when we ran the whole board-walk
Watching the snow at your house
You didn't foresee if it would happen
But you protected me then and now
It's my turn, I am nothing, you are too important
Calling you back, worried
I'm human like your dad
You still want to be friends
You're my secret
Indirect kisses
I am a liar, notice that I'm a liar
Calling you back, worried
I'm human like your dad
You still want to be friends
Dance with me, jam buddy
Light bodies
He was incredible
Scared together
I wanted
This is who
I am your
Sword wielded
You're my rose,
My Universe
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All the different shades of green blur past
As I begin to think back to our last reminiscent train
Ride out the feeling of longing
It'll pass it'll come back to haunt me, such a fucking pain
And I give way
As you give way
This is unlike us or have we just forgotten
Burgers at lime street station are too expensive but we still eat them
If we don't eat we'll die
I feel sick when I sit backwards you are the cutest distraction
I feel alright now
And all the drunks are always on the last train to Birmingham New Street
Thank fuck they get off before Stafford
Now we have our own carriage
What shall we do with it
This is unlike us or have we just forgotten
We'd kiss for hours on end and you'd miss all the buses
You know exactly what I mean
We can talk without speech
You'll know exactly what I mean
So before the all change just kiss me
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5. |
Mess
03:16
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Why don't we just have this day to do what we want with
Why don't we go see someone else's legacy on the silver screen, roll credits, finished a movie
Let's spend the evening intertwined take care not to rush this
I could spend my life with you if you'd let me or at least the remainder
Fuck division I'd prefer to multiply
And yeah, sure, everything ends
One day one of us will die and that's terrifying
But I bet that the mess we leave behind
Could move someone so deeply that through them we'll survive
Maybe I'm naïve, maybe I'm not as informed as I'd like to think I am
It could be worth trying
Or it could be pants, but the experience will bind to me
And soon I'll be spending it in my lyric skill tree
And yeah, sure, everything ends
But lets not forget that doesn't mean we have to start again
Unless you want to we can skip through parts that make you
Feel like you'd rather be dead than scared
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I don't have time to brush my teeth
So my mouth feels all furry
And the total fuck up that is this week
Is really actually getting to me
It is really actually getting to me
I think I think loudly but I don't think out loud
I sing proudly but I'm sure as shit not proud of myself
Give me a song or two and I'll be there
And I'll sing under my breath
I don't have time to brush my teeth
So my mouth feels all furry
And the total fuck up that is this week
Is really actually getting to me
I'm not sure how to do this
I'm not sure how to do a single fucking thing
I feeling totally useless
I'm slipping
But feeling like this it gets me some lyrics
Useful I guess
Probably should've written more while I was
In this state
But I'll just get retrospective
While I wait
No one can give me life like you
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7. |
Beep Boop
02:53
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I've been pretty sad this week
But I don't want to call this depression
Motivation lost to me
It isn't helping anyone
And here comes you with a beep boop
I respond to your call
God I love you
It will pass, it might pass, it should pass
As it has done before
There's been a fair few set back but relax
Relax, the bed is still on the floor
I was going to make a frame
Out of old pallets but one had damp on it
It's not my fault it's, an excuse?
And here comes you with a beep boop
I respond to your call
God, I love you
I could do with a walk
Caffeine, coffee, I was gonna give it up
It is damaging but damage is done
How much more can it do?
Beep boop, god I love you
Is this a crash?
Or am I just feeling like ash
Because it's how I am, I get like that
I hope it doesn't affect you
I don't want to call this depression
If I do, does that mean I'm giving in
I should call him
Beep boop, beep boop
God I love you
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8. |
CBF TBF
00:56
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FORWARD:
I don't want to be here any more
I'd rather be somewhere else
Maybe nowhere else
Fuck me this is bad
I think this could be worse
Then I thought it could be
What?
I might just be emotionally unfit
I used to work out, or get worked out
It was pretty much all the time
Had a mind like a big wrestler
Now I feel undertaken, unmistakably
Under the weather and
Sick and tired of feeling sick and tired
BACK:
Can't be fucked to be fair
Veg out day
I'm gonna play my game
For what feels like an hour
Turns out to be four hours
Five o'clock now
What happened to my
Veg out day
I've got a fair bit of work to do
But I'm not doing it
I am not doing it
I don't want to do it
I just not doing it
Hear me brain I need to rest
Can't be fucked to be fair
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9. |
Episode IV
02:13
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I hope you're happy, I really do
It's a new hope lacking all sarcasm
There was a time when, I never know
That I was my own self and my spasms
And inflections and stutters
Were mine not yours or mothers
Was it a test of gumption or oneness
Because a quarter of me is you
So I hope you're happy, I really do
The words that you said
Still sit in my chest
Parked here crossed legged
Do you even regret?
You had anger in head
The words then you meant
Still sit in my chest
Parked here crossed legged
It's a long stay over night high rise
If they had a car they'd bring friends
NCP has a sponsorship on my breast
But they only pay and display after I've written lyrics
What did you expect?
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10. |
67
02:38
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Each of your cigarettes reminds you of the Nicorette patches your dad would wear
And with every other drag you will itch and attack your arm below your shoulder
He never wanted you to follow the routes he led, but I bet
He'd be proud of you nevertheless
You once said that you never really wanted the habit
But then again you once said you're probably not gonna quit it
Is that psychosomatic? See how he was combating
Addiction with intention to make sure you don't have it
Two more months, two more months again
On top of them, the 67th song I've ever written
Reckon when I started out, would that boy be proud of me now?
It's not a matter of skill, it's a matter of progress
It's if you're fulfilled, it's if you feel you've grown at all
You know full well that he'd say, it's all useful experience
And he'd be proud of you nevertheless
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You should be pacing yourself
When you get drunk
They don't want to touch where you felt
And make you scab up
I would scab up
Thinking about you both a lot
Whatever happened with you two
I wish I asked, I wish I knew
I can't get this fucking blueberry
And it's really upsetting me
It is so cold in this house
You've got the gas card
Dry heaving on your couch
I miss my metal mouth
Dry heaving on your bed
I expected a cross
In your room
My sandwich is falling apart
I can't get this fucking blueberry
And it's really upsetting me
It is so cold in this house
You've got the gas card
Do you live in a barn?
You fucked it up
Think about
What you have done
You fucked it up
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12. |
Whore
02:49
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I'm a whore for your future
I'm a slut for your past
And I guess for your present
The most apt word is slag
Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back
And to be satisfied as sublimely and that I'd use a life or two out of nine and that's that
And further down the line, you'll see me jump and run, kick and punch to get a 1-up
I'd beat any boss you'd want for any story you've got because
I'm a whore for your future
I'm a slut for your past
And I guess for your present
The most apt word is slag
And while we're on the topic of death, here's something I regret
And while we discuss life here's something in mine that I need off my chest
And if I say I'm sorry for feeling sad it's cos I'm feeling sad about feeling sad
And so I'm sorry for feeling sad
And if I say I'm sorry for feeling like shit it's cos I'm feeling like shit about feeling like shit
And so I'm sorry for feeling like this
I'm a whore for your future
I'm a slut for your past
And I guess for your present
The most apt word is slag
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