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Blossom (Hill)
04:47
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I know surrounding are me are children reacting against what they can’t break
So they will break
People change & alter all the time
Steadily i change the taste into a crime
While watching the enemy of taste in me utterly ignore the enemy I can’t trust
But I’m watching you
You know surrounding me are adults reacting against what they can’t touch
So they won’t touch
Too bad that I pretended so much
Utterly the voices closest to my mind are watching the enemy of taste in me
I must ignore the memory i can’t trust
I’m watching you
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2. |
Cinderella
03:55
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You & me sat nervously
You & me & them make three
Life gets sweeter the more I concede
Oh but no one will kill me but me
You & me solemnly edging toward parody
Getting bored with what I want to be
Just little you & little me
Nothing is there when I wake
Too much I always face
When I take things too far; too far is never enough
& regret is there whatever I do
Now I can see that it gets to you
So it comes to this
Vague leaning to meanings that I miss
Though you hardly make it easy
Merely refusing to see me
Monday nights spent being patronised by a few familiar faces
But nothing will be there when I wake
Well I tripped into a table & twenty vodkas all landed in my mouth
& now I’m here doing things I shouldn’t, see?
You & me & I’m happy
When I take things too far; too far is never enough
& regret is there whatever I do
Now I can see that it gets to you
So it comes to this
Vague leaning to meanings that I miss
Though you hardly make it easy
Merely refusing to see me
We must laugh the tears all away
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3. |
Converse
03:28
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Where the profit lay
Please don’t double take
The tongues of others
Double take
Be my friend
All the same
My body rabid with entropy
I know that you could
Please make the effort to make me look good
Be my friend
Like Mohammad Ali said
Be my friend over again
I’m afraid no-one can account for human error
You corner me, and then corner me
I know I bleed just analyse me
We’d still complain
Coming out of a cloud
We’d still be friends
The quiet & the loud
We’d still be friends
I want you to know
You are my friend
In demand
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4. |
& So it Goes
05:50
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Dishevelled
Revel in that fact
Tired & bored but wandering around at last
Get it a little; think a little
On your feet or on your toes
Far too many strangers ready & willing to punch my nose
Taking umbrage
Hurting pride though not for really what’s inside
Pathetic waste of time & space
You don’t really know & it shows
& so it goes
Lay asleep on the grass in front of a new place
My town is changing fast
Though I don’t get it so forget it
Keep repeating what’s with me
Far too obsessed & depressed about my personality
Like apathetic self hate is a virtue for the lonely
It made me realise my life isn’t just me
What’s wrong with me?
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5. |
Eight
03:29
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I think it’s true
I feel its right
To look at stuff you can no longer describe
I now despise
Get away from me
Say you’re sorry
It’s a fool who cares for what no one thinks
Get away from me
Say goodbye adequately
Sorry for being alone
The torture of home is jealousy
I might right
I might be fine
It’s gotten to the point where I can no longer decide
Apples fall from trees & roll away with the breeze simply only to tease away the possibilities
Get away from me
Say goodbye adequately
Sorry for being alone
The torture of home is being alone
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6. |
Arseholes are Honest
03:36
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I wandered out into the choking city familiar
Any people particulars you care to mention
Cannot be the one
The sheer unsettling embarrassment factor that maintains nothing beyond what really matters
Cannot be the one
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7. |
Standard Procedure
04:22
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Procedure
Standard procedure
Empty, endure
Accept happiness
Gloating, bloating
Never knowing that growing, knowing nothing has the point that requires effort
All bereft of T.V listings
Listening as life slowly drips down onto a stone wall; evaporating
Walls of procedure
Alone in an armchair
Scuffles in car park
Chest is opened
Gloating, bloating
Never knowing that growing, knowing nothing has the point that requires effort
All bereft of T.V listings
Listening as life slowly drips down onto a stone wall; evaporating
Surgical procedure
Piss on a claustrophobic soul
Standard procedure
Procedure
Gloating, bloating
Never knowing that growing, knowing nothing has the point that requires effort
All bereft of T.V listings
Listening as life slowly drips down onto a stone wall; evaporating
& then there’s you
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It’s gone now, you can go away
Spiders might laugh at what you might say
Whatever you do try to avoid this sentimental tripe
Sat in the corner growing older with spite
It’s a tragic habit
Belly laughing with you
But I don’t want to know
You can take my place & try to pick & choose
Still I don’t want you to go
It happened again
I’ll wait until the end
I don’t want to know
Thinking bores me so let’s see what happens when you know what if everyone tried tonight?
Diatribe
Beneath life is still there
It’s just scared to come out
Pretentious; get out of my head
Despair is not affirmation of genius
I’m just passing through & you tried so hard to
Constant irritation
Now sober i start shaking
It’s a tragic habit
Belly laughing with you
But I don’t want to know
You can take my place & try to pick & choose
Still I don’t want you to go
It happened again
No reaction
Instead your pale flesh says instant recognition & endless repetition never made any sense
Tell them they know too well
Remind me to never dwell again
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I’ve got the best seat in the house
If I was any closer I’d be too close
I’m never, never going to appear
Terror, terror
You can tell I’m going to appear
Terror, tell her
You can tell
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10. |
Nobody Needs Us
05:20
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Don’t expect me to still be on the bed
I will tomorrow make the world mine
All done with the kind of mild delusion to cause others confusion
Only serving to mildly amuse me
I’ll ask again
Always the same
Too painfully plain
Well never again
Forget it all
I don’t walk, i crawl
Forget it myself
Put down the belt
It was brief, bleak, beak but it all made sense
Hence i never wasted time on such a foolish pretence that i insist upon
Now that nobody needs us
Nobody needs us now
I know you’ve got reason to be as a joke of a man as me
I know you know that we’re not the same & it’s all just such a shame
I know you’ve got no reason to be as shit a human being as me but the worst thing that I’ve ever known is to think friends like you when they really don’t
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My Psychoanalyst Derby, UK
Too low brow to be high brow. Too high brow to be low brow.
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