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Lobadibin
05:03
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The best of men
Just let it happen
The best of them
Didn’t do a chuffing thing
Oh & P.S; fuck you & your success
The best of men
Shrugged their shoulders; they let them get away with it
The best of them
Like idiots & children
Oh & P.S; fuck you & your success
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2. |
Bupkiss
04:37
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Falling down
Underground
Falling down
Hear the sound
Underground
Taken down
‘Bridges ne’er built ne’er burn’
What you learned
Taken turn
Wisdom never came to no-one who didn’t deserve it
& nothing really dies; it just changes into something else
Fallen down
Make it loud
Make a sound
I am found usually where you last saw me
Making clear all the fear
I have found
Underground
Making sound
Wisdom never came to no-one who didn’t deserve it
Define what is alive/ a tie
& I’ll change into something else
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3. |
So Much Stuff
03:35
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Here be me wandering about, hunched up on huddled haunches trying to make sense of the sound from your fat mouth
They leave me teetering on the verge of panic; disparities flagpole driven into my forehead
All in all good time
There’s a good reason why I don’t look people in the eye
Behind damp globules lie huge manatees
They leave me teetering
Every menial space has life inside it, life inside it has got life inside it has life inside it has life inside it etc, etc
All in all good time
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4. |
Clump Soul
04:47
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Information
Absorption
Masters may have died for our lives but no one’s alive to verify that information.
Contortion of yer clump soul, what runs wild for miles
Deconstruction
Formation
Bastards may have strived for our rights but there’s none in sight to confirm or deny that speculation.
Absorption of all about just to consolidate yer clump soul.
Now I’m done
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5. |
Bad Year
03:21
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I come to
Covered in blood
Cum sticking my thighs together
Tears itching my cheeks
I come to
Illegible shit scribbled on the both arms
& your face still in me head & a carrot up my arse
It’s been a bad year
I come to
Pubic strands twixt teeth
Beautiful hands, sand mouth & balloon throat
I come to & nothing matters anymore
Hugs are warm & then I come upon the revelation daddio
It’s been a bad year
It’s been a bad year
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6. |
Endling
05:02
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Spin to field – field theory
You need to ask questions
You need to have opinions
Super string thingy theory
You’ll need to make decisions
With expert precision
Endling; the last of this sort of thing
What you don’t know could fill a black hole
Part of my make up
Precipitate a break up
During myth; how will you fair?
Just another wacky solution to some of our problems
Endling; the last of this sort of thing
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7. |
Non Splodge
03:44
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You meet a lonely boy
I hope you’ve found your joy
I hope you’ve found someone
You need to be the one
I moved around with you
I moved around the block
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8. |
Fist of Herring IV
03:56
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Obviously, it needn’t be an emergency
If I told you I intend to kill myself tomorrow would you do me the favour & sleep with me?
If I’m doing my best then why do I feel like this?
Do me the favour & save yourself
Are we done?
Hopefully not
Coming on
Is your bed power bomb proof?
There’s only one way to find out
Obviously, it needn’t be an emergency
To this point; all is precursor
Here we are
Faces in the butterfly net of our senses
If I told you I intend to help myself tomorrow would you do me the favour & sleep with me?
The low rumble & hum of you know what
Coming on
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9. |
A Confederacy of Dunces
03:57
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Out there, out there is the open sea
You’ve got to bring that, all that
Bring it up with me
Put that out put
Put it to a tee
We’ll take a boat race, boat ride
Boat right out to sea
Wave’s crash
Tides rise
Right up to our feet & all the storm clouds rage out
Rage right out to sea
Swirling, twirling
Tumbling an ocean
Take a boat race, boat ride
Boat right out to sea with me
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10. |
Admission
08:01
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I know before I open my eyes
On his bed; your head rests on my chest
Open morn escaping through the curtains
I don’t want to move
I put my hand on yours
I thought it wouldn’t last long; I was wrong
We said it wouldn’t take long; we were wrong
You turn on your side
Your leg folded on top of mine
& take slow breaths
You probably think I’m him
Don’t drift off
When I wake we’ll be back to normal
I thought it wouldn’t last long; I was wrong
We said it wouldn’t take long; we were wrong
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