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The Softest Murder
03:59
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Pushed aside of the figures much higher than you
Counting wrong all the figures that mightn't be true
Just ahead of the stragglers that you couldn't be
But it is as it had to be
I heard the softest murder in the carriage next door, oh
The thought of it takes me far away
One more, one less, what's it matter if you're focusing forward?
There's just no time for keeping strays
When I'm old and I'm aching and I'm wasting away
When my place has been taken by the young and the brave
So there's nobody watching and nobody to save
The tides have turned and now I'm in the way
I heard the softest murder in the carriage next door, oh
The thought of it takes me far away
One more, one less, what's the matter if you're focusing forward?
There's just no time for keeping strays
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2. |
Rooks
04:34
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Rollercoaster, stoking fire
While we broke into desire
Keep me at your knees while you talk
Only ghosts can host a liar
Smile and focus their empire
Keep me feeling pleased and I'll walk
They got the country's lungs
Held beneath a rubber gun
They got the TV turned right up high
They got their suits, boots and tails
Nails hammering, hope impales your mind
They come alive when we all go to sleep
And they let their guard down to smile like a father
We're the ones who started the war
What are they fighting for?
Unlimited fingerpower, blinking till the final hour
Keep me underneath your thumb
Been thinking, but thinking's sour
Thinking ain't gonna shake the tower
Keep me with a bottle of rum
They got the state indoors
Pipes beneath the wooden floors
They got the music turned right up to ten
They got their rooks looking ill
Took time until they took the end
They come alive when we all go to sleep
And they let their guard down to smile like a father
We're the ones who started the war
What are they fighting for?
(Rooks)
They come alive when we all go to sleep
And let their guard down to smile like a father
They got the country's lungs held beneath a rubber gun
They got the tv turned right up high
They got their suits, boots and tails
Nails hammering hope impales your mind
They let their guard down to smile like a father
We're the ones who started the war, the war
What are they fighting for?
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3. |
Walkabout
03:54
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We did nothing at all to help you
We did nothing at all
Staring, polite and kind, is only a measure if you mean it
I regret nothing at all, I mean it
I regret nothing at all
But did I mean it, father, was I mean to you?
Did I mean it, father, was I mean to you?
All of my friends have gone walkabout
They got together then they broke apart
All of my friends, I think that they've walked out
And I've talked myself out of calling after them
At first light stumble and fall, at first light
The next step a gambler's house for one
The moment you blink your eyes and all of a sudden
You're alone, shiver in the night and nobody answers their phone
It's a bitter realisation
That the best you can do is sit and stare
And you can read that the best is yet to come
But if time keeps this still it'll never reach me
Never reach me here
And all of my friends have gone walkabout
They got together then they broke apart
All of my friends, I think that they've walked out
And I've talked myself out of calling after them
Of calling after them
All of my friends have gone walkabout
They got together then they broke apart
All of my friends, I think that they've walked out
And I've talked myself out of calling after them
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George
04:26
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George you know I'm standing here
It's cold and there's a shadow by your windowpane
I can't believe it's been a year since you got up to leave
George these months pass like stone
Glaciers only frozen by your icy words in those last weeks
I'm trying to fix the puzzle piece
How you slipped away seemed to slip my gaze
There was music in the sound of my name
Something 'bout the wind tonight
Is coarse enough to shiver me to dust
I must be crazy now to think that we could work it out
And I'm only mad in love
George there must be something you know of
That can relieve me of this shame
George won't you please let me in
I'm knocking loud enough to break this door in on her chest
It must be killing her to know your best
George you said you needed time
I've counted days till you'd be ready to start again
Our story was to find a happy end
How I missed the signs
I kept a vulture's gaze upon your feet
You just slipped away
The music faded out from me
Something 'bout the wind tonight
Is coarse enough to shiver me to dust
I must be crazy now to think that we could work it out
And I'm only mad in love
George there must be something you know of
That can relieve me of this shame
George I'm not quite here tonight
The gin ran out and I'm just so alone
You promised you'd always be waiting by the phone
George I'm oh so cold out here
Your car is pulling in and I'm ashamed
At least when you arrive
You'll hold my body close
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5. |
Come Around
03:38
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And I talk a lot of shit about the kind of guy I could be
And all the things I would do if the world just got out of my way
But whenever an endeavour rears its head I’d rather hop back into bed in sunny weather
And sleep my life away
And never has the dirt
Tasted quite as sweet as the next time I eat the ground
Getting better’s overrated
Why come to work when I can come around?
I don’t know dear
Where to go and what direction
But I’ll walk it straight until I hit a wall
No one knows dear
Where the dead go when they leave us
But I sure know where I’d like to go before
Reckon I could come around to yours?
And I think I cracked the code scratching coins on my TV
That hungover-phoneless-anecdotes are better starts to the day
And I guess that life takes some persuasion but we’ve all got the time
I’d rather be broke, blind and borderline than suit and tied up on an 8am train,
“Can’t complain”, it’s the same-pain-same-gain-same-day
Some days come and go
Some days are shit, and I wrote this bit on the days that weren’t so bad
I’d call in sick to life if I could
Why earn a wage when I earned nothing else I ever had?
I don’t know dear
Where to go and what direction
But I’ll walk it straight until I hit a wall
No one knows dear
Where the dead go when they leave us
But I sure know where I’d like to go before
Reckon I could come around to yours?
And I’ve had it up to here
Drinking rational beers
To drown irrational fears
And I’ve wasted so much time
Wasted so much wine
And I’m done trying again
No one knows dear
Where the dead go when they leave us
But I sure know where I’d like to go before
Reckon I could come around to yours?
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