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Anonymous
04:13
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Full swing, the knives are out, the crowd has spoken
They’re swarming faster than bees
They howl, they howl and wail with eyes wide open
The sound incises the breeze
And clouds they rain upon this vile commotion
And lend the furor the of the seas
The hordes are like a comet fast in motion
The wrath it’s coming in threes
Who, what? Not me, I was anonymous
Who, what? Not me
3000 boomboxes that are half-broken
Would sound nicer than these
These hounds all locked inside this crazed emotion
And they’re all deaf to your pleas
Who, what? Not me, I was anonymous
Who, what? Not me
Base, ungodly, it is synonymous with me
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Lights
04:04
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How to find repose
These October days we’re
sitting in bars long after they’re closed
Nowhere to go
And sleep won’t take hold
So I’m sending you songs I wrote
And I have no focus, I’m gonna explode
Orphans in the cold
All day overload
How to stay composed
As this all unfolds
Don’t want to pile it on, don’t want to overload, overload
Same time can’t just be swept aside
I just can’t shake you even if I try but then why would I?
That’s like trying to stamp out the Northern Lights
You remind of me nobody, you and I live timelessly
In that timeless space we reside
And our embrace has these slabs of concrete in between
Blast them out one at a time
Orphans in the park
Orphans in the dark
Dark morning
Oh, incessantly calling me
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Mayday
04:19
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If I didn’t hope, I’d be a varlet
Takes some mettle to keep your feet light
Devastating is the colour scarlet
But so’s the colour white
Umbral, penumbral showdown
Sombre but humour me
How much of it can you see?
If I pull anything
Out of this at all
If I pull anything
Checking on the pulse
Beat reporter
Plastic tentacles
Reaching in
Icing the impulse
Need more water
Temperate ventricles
And I
I don’t have the time to stray
I don’t want the time to weigh
It can go so many ways
If I pull anything
Out of this at all
If I pull anything
I suppose it’s the thought that makes you sink
Oh if I pull anything
Out of this at all
It could be that it’s spring
Puncturing the fog and you’re unable
Blowtorch to the fog and you’re unable
Gnashing at the fog, you’re unable
To defy the sky’s many whims
So saunter through it as it floats
Saunter through it as it floats
Wear it like it is your coat
As it lifts you let it go
Saunter through it as it floats
Wear it like it is your coat
As it lifts you let it go
Let it
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Swept
03:58
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Continent’s shapes are ever changing
Disintegrating, re-arranging
Never meant to be just a tourist
Ducking out before the final chorus
All of these things that I cannot control
I can ‘t know
I can’t, no
You hold it, you hold it, you hold it, you hold it
Then let go
Then let go
All these changing shapes, these changing forms
In another place that is so warm
The weight it becomes vapour and it’s gone
As I draw circles on your palms
Weight of a continent falling upon you
Takes its toll, takes its toll
The lightness that comes when night is upon us
As we float, off we float
And all that you know is that you’re getting swept along
Tidal pulls, tidal pulls
And all you can do is just dive in headlong
Ah ah ah ah
Gliding down these foreign passageways
And all that you know is that you’re getting swept along
Tidal pulls, tidal pulls
And all you can do is just dive in headlong
Ah ah ah ah
And all that you know is that you’re getting swept along
All that you know is that you’re getting swept along
Tidal pulls, tidal pulls, tidal pulls, tidal pulls
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Augustus
03:27
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You say there’s a golden age
Not the words of a sage
There never has been, never will be, aren’t any golden days
You see, every age is black and gold and grey
In every era, every chapter, every single page
No halcyon days
Golden age
Human nature has always been the same
It just manifests, manifests in different ways
And it’s a shame to say there’s a superior age
Trying to gild a time that has long gone away
No halcyon days
Golden age
No halcyon days
No such thing as halcyon days
There are no days that outshine
Golden glazing blurs, it blurs the many shades
No golden age
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Vincent
02:28
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I’m going for a ride and I will drag you all behind
The world needs me like you need a glass of turpentine
All the missile, all the muscle and the miles
All the pistols emanating from my bones
I can turn rivers into puddles like you wouldn’t believe
My kind of hike involves stomping anemones
All the missile, all the muscle and the miles
All the pistols emanating from my bones
Get ‘em, get ‘em now
Get ‘em, get ‘em now
I am a grim magician, test me
I can make rubble out of all your greatest dreams
All the missile, all the muscle and the miles
All the pistols emanating from my bones
You build yourself a house with all the love that you have
I whip up homes like cheap cookies
All the missile, all the muscle and the miles
All the pistols emanating from my bones
Get ‘em, get ‘em now
Get ‘em, get ‘em now
Wills are bending now
Worlds are bending now
Rent a planet now
Rent a planet now
Do the tailspin now
The tailspin now
All the pistols, all the pistols from my hands into yours
All the missiles and I mould them like it’s nothing at all
Get ‘em, get ‘em now
Get ‘em, get ‘em now
Rent a planet now
Rent a planet now
Worlds are bending now
Wills are bending now
Do the tailspin now
The tailspin now
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March
04:01
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Czar gave us the call
Now, go and smash your phone
Fields will turn to mud and corporals into bones
The whale it creeps the channel with a steely calm
Kaiser grips the handle with his sweaty palm
Borders, porous
Far from safe for tourists
Paris displays
So many light years away
Who are all these people?
Moved to the city
They’ve got pianos now and electricity
Their groans have grown so loud and the dynasty looks old
We need a war to march them back into the fold
Borders, porous
Far from safe for tourists
Paris displays
So many light years away
Showing off our furs and bulbs
Our telescopes and Russian dolls
Thought this was the pinnacle
But here we are with barracks full
Showing off our films and all
our canvasses in ornate halls
Thought this was the pinnacle
But here we are with barrels full
Thought they would be swiftly folding
Folding, folding
Is that your head that you’re holding?
Holding, holding
Thought we’d be home Christmas morning
Morning, morning
Never did hear all the warnings
Warnings, warnings
Thought they’d be home Christmas morning
Mourning, mourning
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Storm
05:19
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Status quo it will not, will not do
Obstacles be damned, let’s see this through
Walls oh walls tearing people apart
Turn those bricks to dust, to dust, depart
Comes a time, a time for a shuffle
Yes it’s time, it’s time
It’s no time, no time to be muffled
Never a time, never a minute, no
Small-scale wars are bigger than we think
Small-scale turns to large-scale as we blink
We can sigh ‘til we’ve lost all our muscle
‘Til we’ve breathed all the air we can blow
All these winds collecting in your torso
So breathe a storm, so breathe it, let it go
If just for a moment now
A moment with some pulse
A moment that will make the previous ones explose
And if you don’t let it simmer
Let it rise from the cold
Let is rise up to heights astronomical
Not to fade or plummet, no
Change comes
Change lifts
Change bends
Change rips
Change calls
Change takes
Change pulls
Change gives
Change pulls
Change gives
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