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C'mon lad!
01:48
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i'm doing a lot better than i was last year
but i still need alcohol to bear
the responsibility of going to sleep
if it werent for money i'd be drunk all week
when i was 17 i would smoke
weed to get high so that i could go
to sleep, but i also thought 'how cool!
i get high like all the rockstars do!'
but quickly enough i realised
that its not cool to get high
it's not cool to do something
because you think its cool
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2. |
Stop your lying!
02:01
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we only feel sympathy
for people that are pretty
record your music
or else no one could listen to it
so, stop your lying
the truth isn't as frightening
as what the world would be to you
if you kept on lying
i am desperate for mummy
i am more than chubby
so, stop your lying
the truth isn't as frightening
as what the world would be to you
if you kept on lying
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3. |
I guess, I dunno
02:18
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i dunno if it feels far away or all too close
but it was summer once and i wore shorts
i guess it depended on my mood
i guess sometimes i still feel close to you
i guess but how can you ever really be sure
a plastic bird in a plastic cage spells disaster, oh no!
a plastic bird says 'hello, welcome!'
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4. |
So-called Mermaids
05:33
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through puddles i am taken
to a wishing well
and i'll throw into it
something bright
so that i'll be granted
the space within a shell
and be in company
with all the creatures inside of it
the creatures that create
the wonders that you hear
when you are a child
holding a shell next to your ear
but there's danger in being so close
to the orphan whispers of the past
like Icarus to the sun
or Edgar Allen Poe to the dark
found within the ink
of a blue ball-point pen
suppressed giggles
congeal
but as that ball-point rolls
i remember when
me and my family all giggled
and the heads of floating seals
in the freezing waters
of the Shetland isles
when we saw those heads poke out of the surface of the water
we all smiled
yes, as that ball-point rolls
i can hear the giggles
of my younger self
scribbling on the back of the coffee table
trying not to be discovered
lest i get in trouble
lest i get in trouble
all i have are memories
the future will be in their company soon
in my ears so-called mermaids swim
and always will do
i dont think i'll ever find true love
or discover whether it really exists
i reckon i'll die alone
with so -called mermaids singing to me
i'll fall asleep somewhere cold
with so-called mermaids in my ears
i'll fall asleep somewhere cold
and the cold air will freeze my tears
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it hurts underneath my bones
as i piss on the toilet seat
i know this pain's gunna startle me
awake from my sleep
i cling onto fleeting words
as if they were my last
i cannot risk any idea
going past
for i am terribly afraid
that i'm already old
ageist you may say
desperate i am sure
something timeless i must create
something that'll make an audience shake
i'm worried that if i dont
i'll die in flames of regret
for i am terribly afraid
that i'm already old
ageist you may say
desperate i am sure
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6. |
scars
04:00
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the scars on my arms
and other body parts
like the craters on the moon
but not so far
like the craters on the moon
but not so large
all discoloued echoes of chaos
begs questions all too awkward
begs forgiveness
a goldmine of subject matter for edgy art
begs forgiveness
reminiscing of sad memories past
and i'm sorry for tainting your flesh
i'm sorry for tainting your name
i vow to do my best
to never do it again
i vow to do my best
to never ever do it again
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...and the cliffs did howl
while the pebbles spat
and sung chants of the brine
that washes their backs
low is the tide
and naked's the shore
the skeletons of mermaids
pose in the raw
flashlight of the thunder
the fangs and the whips
spoiling the bones rotten
but still pouting their lips
oh, the meal is stolen
by red-eyed seagulls
it burns through the hearts of tourists
the cliffs did howl
i'm awaiting your wink
so as to flee from my shadow
the joke's no longer funny
but the laughter still echoes
...and the cliffs did howl
while the pebbles spat
and sung chants of the brine
that washes their backs
eager to tease
nevermind about pulse
the moonlight laughs wicked:
it is all your fault
and your toenails grow inward
and your eyelids unfold
as the seagulls hark
of the rumors told
that the mermaids are pregnant
with salt-stained child
conceived in the nightmare
of the desperate and wild
oh, your toenails grow inward
and your eyelids unfold
and all that you hear
are the splinters of white noise
from the roar of Poseidon
his mind now eroding
taking the shape of rocks
not the soul of a king
and in his dementia
curses are thrown
like the spittle of waves
into the air, into your bones!
crying in hysterics
without shedding a single tear
the belly of the sea contracts
the end it is near!
...and the cliffs did howl
while the pebbles spat
and sung chants of the brine
that washes their backs
eager to tease
nevermind about pulse
the moonlight laughs wicked:
it is all your fault!
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8. |
it was an awkward death
01:14
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it was an awkward death
that much i can say for sure
she fell beneath
the carpeted floor
and from the lightbulbs
blood began to pour
and she drowned in the tears
of blood dripping on the floor
it was an awkward death
that much i can say for sure
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