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Moose Drool
03:57
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I feel late,
like I've arrived at a place people used to stay.
And on the shuttle to insert somewhere here,
(here) I go again,
but to what end?
Travelled away all my damned prosperity.
Steering a tailspin of guess who's making
back to the bay; a dejected popinjay
who by hubris tried to have it both ways.
Where I've been,
impresses nobody now but my younger self.
And there she goes again,
and there go they with homes and wedding rings,
and here goes me.
Travelled away all my damned prosperity.
Steering a tailspin of guess who's making
back to the bay; a dejected popinjay
who by hubris tried to have it both ways.
Crashed on the floor at the foot of your bed,
on the road to San Francisco.
Valentine's Day, 2008, in that Barcelona cab.
I spoke loud over Montanan crowds,
drinking Moose Drool at the Rhino.
Now I know what it really means to
be the close friend who's the most remote.
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2. |
Ad Hoc
03:17
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I see it plain
in the dark:
a portrait of
moving parts.
Freedom floundering like a severed vein.
There will always be something underneath,
picking at the seams of me.
It's all gone wrong.
Tested solutions try to get in,
but barely even break the skin.
I pushed myself out only to be
snapped back by umbilical habits.
And here it comes again.
It's like i'm throwing pickaxes at icebergs
trying to make the slightest of sound -
any impact at all -
but I fall out of and in line.
And it goes wrong.
It won't be long 'til I'm gone.
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3. |
Bar Death
04:08
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Felt it in a flash of skin,
revealing.
One drink turned into seven.
Stop smiling.
Woke up to familiar pain;
loss of frame.
Headlight lines through blinds lament
the choice again.
The days grip my shoulders from behind,
as I reach out to another time.
I'm the only one with the power to wrest the way,
but I come home every evening with the same old name.
Everything can be renamed.
Please God say the lost days aren't yet a weight
I can't outweigh.
The days grip my shoulders from behind,
as I reach out to another time.
I'm the only one with the power to wrest the way,
and awaken every morning with a brand new name.
Set your sights to the whatever after left remains.
What's past is prologue and the ending's still yours to save.
There's no cause bar death to withdraw.
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Fantastic Castle Southampton, UK
We're no longer active, but we make new music when we're home at the same time.
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