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Split Kneecap
04:31
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So you’ve been evicted from your flat
Between the walls of tissue and fat
Fourteen days to gather your stuff
But fourteen days just aren’t enough
May this letter serve as a warning
If you’ve not left here by the morning
We’ll send the cells to kick you out
And no one will ever hear you shout
Where else can I go?
I tell you I don’t know
I can’t leave this vessel
This vessel is my home
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Figuring out how to fall asleep
I was never good at sensory deprivation
Makes you feel alone
Until you pick up the phone
Is where you go to see how
The world knows how to function without you
How’re you gonna worry now that your
Digital down payment’s due?
Don’t hold off hope till it ends
I’d hate to see it bounce back again
Recognise the pattern day to day
Behavioural adaption on the way
To the next stop, look out for the sign
Breaking up time as you
Go along with what they tell you to
She keeps dragging on about the new clientele
They won’t be satisfied
If that down payment’s denied
Don’t hold off hope till it ends
I’d hate to see it bounce back again
I was never not happy
With this arrangement, I’m happy
Got nowhere better to be
Don’t hold off hope till it ends
I’d hate to see it bounce back again
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3. |
Snafu
03:14
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Situation normal, all fucked up
Try to leave the house but I don’t wanna get up
Afraid that if I go outside I might run into someone I know
Conversation flawless, can’t fuck up
Every word is breathless, lips won’t come unstuck
Find yourself fresh out of ideas so just nod your head and smile
Have you seen him lately?
He’s got blood pouring out of his nose
Running to the bathroom keeps him on his toes
The sight of red splashed on the white makes him wish he’d stayed at home
Situation normal, all fucked up
Never take it easy, never getting it done
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4. |
Albatross
04:40
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I think people are starting to ignore you
You’ve run out of steam
Spending your time screaming
Takes it out of me
The birds are getting restless
They cannot handle the racket
Who are you to decide
Where I wear my jacket?
Leave me and my albatross alone
Believe in what I say
The ravens are starting a riot
The plovers are plotting revenge
Keep your hands off my wallet
And please start making some sense
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5. |
County Boy
03:21
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County boy, where’d you go?
County boy, shovel snow
Ran away with the sheep dog
Led astray by the sheep dog
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6. |
Somnolent
03:58
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I woke up after a work dream
While I’m meant to be on leave
I didn’t feel any better than I did this morning eve
I don’t feel less tired, I just feel more wired
I cannot seem to reel it in
I don’t have time for self healing
Laying in bed swaddles the feeling
Sleep likes to build up in my head
It trickles out onto my skin
I could be less wrong if I weren’t high strung
But you won’t live to see me change
Wondering ‘round in the dead of night
Holding my eyes wide
Couldn’t wait for the break of day once again
I don’t feel less tired, I just feel more wired
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Bee on a bone, three legged dog
Leave your appendix at the door
Car upside down, he’s on the run
Flee the frozen land for passing glee
To the grand plateau she scarcely went
Plucked fourteen crab fish steaming red
You shall receive your share of mould
Just be on the side of which you please
Raking in the leaves
Cutting off my sleeves
Wear does this lead?
I can’t see the sun
Frigid is my fun
I can’t outrun
Why, why, why is that so?
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8. |
Don't Call Me Son
05:44
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Don’t you look down at me
Don’t contradict yourself
Making out you’re too nice
To disagree, pray tell
Have you been listening?
Got anything to add?
Wasn’t it nice to feel
As if you weren’t all that bad?
Had a rough time last week
So you come in to talk
Don’t understand your tone
Is it a joke or a squawk?
Got too much time to kill
Why don’t you move along
Bag up your things and go
Something about you is wrong
Don’t call me son,
I’m not your son
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9. |
Alternate Alloy
05:11
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Staring out a train window
At an industrial estate
Wishing it were purer
Void of dust eliciting hate
But if it were some haven
You know anyway it’s going to shit
Cause the railways are only a beginning
That’s just the principle of it
The warping of the grasslands
While the trees dart and float along
That temple’s never gonna die
So consume whatever you want
It starts making a horrendous sound
It only gets worse with age
Made to last an adolescence
Atop the pile it stays
Forced to believe in
The forlorn power of an
Alternate alloy
Only a matter of time
That eyesore just went up
Built to be the perfect view
While us ants are left to quarrel
Over who to persecute
I wouldn’t have it any other way
You know I love the dispute
But sometimes I wanna be alone
And soak in my refuse
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10. |
Cut the Groove
04:08
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Carving lines in the grain, so drab it hurts the brain
Greasy creature, reach out and grab hold of the rein
Sowing seeds for this next year’s harvest, where’s the rest?
Dry and dehydrated, the seiche awaits your death
Drenched in sweat from the pores made callus by the sun
Sickly figure with pulsing shoulders weigh a tonne
Closing the gap with little time left to absolve
Waning existence has brought you into the cove
Living peacefully without company
Makes you feel like you are running
From the thoughts that slip through the cracks
In your head like melting wax
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11. |
Maize
01:20
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De Porsal Torquay, Australia
mutt music. on wadawurrung and wurundjeri country
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