1. |
80's Trash
02:45
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If one said I had,
that major thing
that some folk just dont.
To say that maybe
I found life’s end,
is just to say that
life’s end is a joke.
Got more Trash than an 80’s compilation.
Got to rock it steady or your never gonna get some.
If one thing I said,
made you change
then I hope I choke.
To say that maybe
I found life’s end,
is just to say that
life’s end is a joke.
Got more Trash than an 80’s compilation.
Got to rock it steady or your never gonna get some.
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2. |
These Things
02:26
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Im the call girl in your cake,
the final wooden stake
Im the last one that your
ever gonna make.
Im your smiling coup de grace,
the cameleer that wins your race.
Your gonna feel that you never
have the space.
Im gonna bossa on your grave,
a bone shaker in the make.
Your gonna know Im your biggest
lone mistake.
Im the drift wood in your soup,
the dorsal in a suit.
Your gonna wish you had of
kept me in the boot.
All these things I do are wrong,
but everything is good
and you love it like you should,
aw baby if we could.
Im the anvil in eye,
the finger in your pie.
Im the one that’s
never gonna die.
Im gonna gamma ray grey matter,
send you shoe strings of mad hatters.
Watch me open up the cracks
until it shatters.
Im gonna botox your fondue,
the Davy Jones in your room.
Your gonna wish that it’s
nearly over soon.
Here Im crossing out your name,
so you never take the blame.
so you never, ever,
ever, ever feel again.
All these things I do are wrong,
but everything is good
and you love it like you should
aw baby if we could.
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3. |
Happiness
03:53
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Time was ticking eleven,
well when I found her.
She was Sunday morning drowning,
as I remember.
She said “I love you all with kisses”
"But now Im trying,
yeah Im trying,
yeah yeah Im trying”.
Cause love is free,
not spent memories,
or long ended words.
Taking up more time
than it’s worth.
She was hypnotic, tangled beauty,
my noonday siren.
While my gestures they had purpose,
just like dying.
She said “I love you
but cant you see me?”
Im always trying,
yeah Im trying,
yeah, yeah Im trying.
Cause love is free,
not spent memories,
or long ended words.
Taking up more time
than it’s worth.
Now of her there’s only pictures
and my desire.
And I learnt love aint filling buckets
but lighting fire’s.
Now it’s always the same morning,
but now Im trying,
yeah, yeah Im trying,
yeah, yeah Im trying
Cause love is free,
not spent memories,
or long ended words.
Taking up more time
than it’s worth.
Taking up more time
than it’s worth.
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4. |
Chemical Scratch
02:34
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Feel love oh yeah.
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5. |
A Thousand Years Wide
03:51
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Basking on a narrow plane
for something,
as it seems to stream into a gaze
at nothing.
Decisions which he has to make,
by designs of lines
that cannot be out weighed.
With the nagging that is on his mind,
still he watch’s all the reason’s
unwind.
Thinking will the edge’s fade,
to something.
Yet tied in knot’s and blown away,
by nothing.
Decisions which he has to make,
by designs of lines
that cannot be out weighed.
With the nagging that is on his mind,
still he watch’s all the reason’s
unwind.
Every single colour bleeds to shades,
of nothing.
yet all of love’s feeding escalate’s,
to something
Decisions which he has to make,
by designs of lines
that cannot be out weighed.
With the nagging that is on his mind,
still he watch’s all the reason’s
unwind.
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6. |
Cruise Control
02:59
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Tsunami fever undertow,
feel my head explode.
Surging tidal pressure grows,
feeling so good soda overdose.
Morning wave unloads,
sunrise cruise control.
Tsunami fever undertow,
feel my head explode.
Surging tidal pressure grows,
feeling so good soda overdose.
Morning wave unloads,
sunrise cruise control.
Tsunami fever undertow,
feel my head explode.
Surging tidal pressure grows,
feeling so good soda overdose.
Morning wave unloads,
sunrise cruise control,
sunrise cruise control,
sunrise cruise control,
sunrise cruise control.
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7. |
Determination
03:35
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And broken heart,
and broken head,
and broken arm’s,
and broken leg’s.
And Fallen down
on the conference’s.
And Fallen down
on the conference’s.
And broken heart,
and broken head,
and broken arm’s,
and broken leg’s.
And Fallen down
on the conference’s.
And Fallen down
on the conference’s.
And broken heart,
and broken head,
and broken arm’s,
and broken leg’s.
And Fallen down
on the conference’s.
And Fallen down
on the conference’s.
And broken heart,
and broken head,
and broken arm’s,
and broken leg’s.
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8. |
Extra Extra
02:42
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I dont feel so good,
I dont feel so right.
Everything I love
has turned to shite.
I dont feel so good,
I dont feel so right.
I dont feel so good,
I dont feel so right.
Extra extra,
read all about it.
Got a brand
new drug,
called empathy.
I dont feel so good,
I dont feel so right.
I dont feel so good,
I dont feel so right.
Extra extra,
read all about it.
Got a brand
new drug,
called empathy.
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9. |
The Felines
02:09
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Better run
you better hide,
the felines are
coming down
your gonna die.
Better run
you better hide,
the felines are
coming down.
Just say the word,
I love just everyone
and everyday a little more gone.
It would be so fun
and yet so very hollow
just watching you coming undone.
Better run
you better hide,
the felines are
coming down
your gonna die.
Better run
you better hide,
the felines are
coming down.
Just say the word,
I love just everyone
and everyday a little more gone.
It would be so fun
and yet so very hollow
just watching you coming undone.
Every single day
that Im president,
you’ll see a little more gone.
It will be so wrong
and so very hollow,
just watching you
coming undone.
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10. |
Its the Season
02:00
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I want to get high,
out of control.
I want to say good-bye
to another mother fucking load.
Call the next cue,
say’s to get wired.
Babies in bloom,
say’s she’ll teach you how
to smile.
Saturation 100%,
well it’s the season.
Loaded as fools,
kinetic release.
Tangled in bloom,
it’s the more you do
the more in need.
Another excuse
for derelict winds.
Calling next June,
to say where never
giving in.
Saturation 100%,
well it’s the season.
I want to get high,
out of control.
I want to say good-bye
to another mother fucking load.
Call the next cue,
say’s to get wired.
Babies in bloom,
say’s she’ll teach you how
to smile.
Last one
Saturation 100%
Well it’s the Season
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11. |
Something Inside
02:18
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Something inside aint doing me right.
I know its the plan, some fundamental land.
Its a fundamental land.
Something inside aint doing me right.
I know its the plan, some fundamental land
Its a fumigated land.
Something inside aint doing me right.
I know its the plan, some fundamental scam.
Its a fundamental.
Something inside aint doing me right.
I know its the plan, some the fundamental scam.
Its a fumigated land.
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12. |
Paper Cranes
03:29
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Sun in your eye’s,
sinking feelings.
I know,
No Traffic lanes,
or coffee stain’s,
no vertigo.
That bird is
heading out towards the coast.
No paper plane’s,
or ringing phone’s,
no where to go.
That bird is,
heading out towards the coast.
Sun in your eye’s,
sinking feelings.
I know,
No Traffic lanes,
or coffee stain’s,
no vertigo.
That bird is,
heading out towards the coast.
No paper plane’s,
or ringing phone’s,
no where to go.
That bird is
heading out towards the coast.
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13. |
Young & Beautiful
04:12
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Young, young & beautiful,
young & beautiful.
It’s not always
too late baby.
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14. |
Emulsion
03:50
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Instrumental
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