1. |
london...(11'58)
05:23
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Pictures I should forget
In letters I should not have kept
Your beautiful new home
All shivers and creaking bones
Right up to it's aged bricks, it's sickness becomes it
The sudden need for air realising no one cares
This towns fever, it's bruised spine bent double
Worn down and breathless,
The weight of it's homeless
The tunnels of evil, the nervous people
Cannot stop to cry
Sorrow and signed goodbyes
The body tearing in half
The journeys home
Commuter, commuter stay calm
This towns fever, it's bruised spine bent double
Worn down and breathless,
The weight of it's homeless
The tunnels of evil, the nervous people
Cannot stop to cry
Help me try and find some sort of peace,
London cannot stop to cry, to speak
This towns fever, it's bruised spine bent double
Worn down and breathless,
It's piss stinking sickness
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2. |
...leaving
06:35
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3. |
earth
04:35
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Somewhere down in the white and blue
I recall my first site of you
The push and the pull of the earth
and the moon
and the waves
and the tide as I coming crashing down
Earth, I can't stop falling
My curse becoming boring
Earth, I can't stop falling
Rebirth, a recoiling
A moments time of perfect view
Saw stranger plight take hold of you
The push and the pull of the earth
and the moon
and the waves
and the tide as I coming crashing down
Earth, I can't stop falling
My curse becoming boring
Earth, I can't stop falling
Rebirth, a recoiling
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4. |
gorilla in the roses
04:51
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His sweet voice calls my name
It no longer sounds the same
"Stage left - enter black and stardust"
He's cast himself as half-God.
I just stand still.
Down here, the air is hard to take
Short breaths on the welfare state in vain
I can bide my time while you twist the knife
'til I can stub this life right out
Jailer, call my name
I miss him all the same
"Stage right - books sit on a table"
He'd read them if he were able.
I just stand still.
Down here, the air is hard to take
Short breaths on the welfare state in vain
I can bide my time while you twist the knife
'til I can stub this life right out
Do you understand? Could you understand?
Dark skinned 15 year old virgins gather round to fuss him.
I just stand still.
Down here, the air is hard to take
Short breaths on the welfare state in vain
I can bide my time while you twist the knife
'til I can stub this life right out
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5. |
london...(radio edit)
05:30
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Pictures I should forget
In letters I should not have kept
Your beautiful new home
All shivers and creaking bones
Right up to it's aged bricks, it's sickness becomes it
The sudden need for air realising no one cares
This towns fever, it's bruised spine bent double
Worn down and breathless,
The weight of it's homeless
The tunnels of evil, the nervous people
Cannot stop to cry
Sorrow and signed goodbyes
The body tearing in half
The journeys home
Commuter, commuter stay calm
This towns fever, it's bruised spine bent double
Worn down and breathless,
The weight of it's homeless
The tunnels of evil, the nervous people
Cannot stop to cry
Help me try and find some sort of peace,
London cannot stop to cry, to speak
This towns fever, it's bruised spine bent double
Worn down and breathless,
It's piss stinking sickness
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