1. |
High Tide
01:02
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Swim in oceans
When the earth seems cruel
When my mouth can't speak truth
Love is unrequited, only thing you can do
Is scream at the sky: "I quit, all I got are these blues"
Deep and turquoise, "here I offer them up to you"
Pin some stars on this fabric
Fashion a cloak of starshine
Everything is so fucking tragic recently
I feel so out of time
I hate you
I love you
For these tears
For this smile
I want to be like water
Clean and pure
I want something beautiful to live for
If my life is at high tide
I can't waste a drop, dive deeper
No we can't stop
Be here now
In your element
Take them by surprise
And be like water
At high tide
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2. |
Bob Cola's Blues
04:42
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If you really want to find out come with me
Unwire the hate speech
You got stardust in your eyes, supernovas in your dreams
Take me to mount Fuji, bathe me
In the rivers of Avalon
The bonfires of Babylon
I see you smiling at me
There's something in the way you reflect light
That does something to me
If you want in, join in the shadow dancing
Cause we've cut the strings
You really want to find out? Then come with me
We'll breathe, live, taste, every song
Seen enough darkness to see a dawn
There'll always be a heartache
Always a twist
Don't get to choose who you fall in love with
So God bless Yeats and his ball of hashish
That left him tongueless, out of touch
And selfish
Save me some virtues
And freedom from the blues
Cause I been over used
Torn denim, torn sinews
And i become the issue
Breakdown, breakthrough
No more re-issues
Breakdown, breakthrough
Save me some virtues
And freedom from the blues
Cause i been over used
Torn denim, torn sinews
And i become the issue
Breakdown, breakthrough
No more re-issues
Breakdown, breakthrough
A gothic landscape
With the irish weather
A dead ringer, hand clapper, looking for closure
These cliques just spit plastic synthetic
And i been an anti hero since i can remember
Yeah
Since i can remember
Let go of the hate speech
Cause i intend on making collections of your sayings
If you let me
You say i look different well i guess i've changed
I'm another now and yet the same
So laugh until it hurts cause its cheap medicine
My future tongue : gone dead again
Need a defibrillator to refashion burdens into passion,
Frostbitten words unspoken
Turn into cold stare transactions,
You get blue in the face from holding it in
Some cells, some atoms, some space
Electric emotion typewritten
Sing it verbatem with sacharine suggestions
From the sudden death skeletons
Arguing over inconsequential differences
Neglected, deep and handwritten
Heartbroken human
Save me some virtues
And freedom from the blues
Cause I been over used
Torn denim, torn sinews
And i become the issue
Breakdown, breakthrough
No more re-issues
Breakdown, breakthrough
Save me some virtues
And freedom from the blues
Cause i been over used
Torn denim, torn sinews
And i become the issue
Breakdown, breakthrough
No more re-issues
Breakdown, breakthrough
A gothic landscape
With the irish weather
A dead ringer, hand clapper, looking for closure
These cliques just spit plastic synthetic
And i been an anti hero since i can remember
I know i dont do myself any favours
I find it so hard to change behaviours
You're the one who makes it hurt
You're the one, bring me back down to earth
An elixir of youth and dreams that skyscrape
Polish this metropolis, give it a name
Live with it, die in it
Just another number in the system
Crash the mainframe
Temptation never lets you down
Always shows up
Time to put on your bravest face
Getting younger by the day
Satellite in your way
In these cells are these atoms
Between these atoms is some space
God's glue
Between me and you
So catch me some other day
Save me some virtues
And freedom from the blues
Cause I been over used
Torn denim, torn sinews
And i become the issue
Breakdown, breakthrough
No more re-issues
Breakdown, breakthrough
Save me some virtues
And freedom from the blues
Cause i been over used
Torn denim, torn sinews
And i become the issue
Breakdown, breakthrough
No more re-issues
Breakdown, breakthrough
A gothic landscape
With the irish weather
A dead ringer, hand clapper, looking for closure
These cliques just spit plastic synthetic
And i been an anti hero since i can remember
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3. |
Summer Air
03:55
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4. |
Bangarang
03:32
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5. |
Effigy
04:19
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6. |
Cold Bathroom Floor
01:09
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7. |
Leaving For New York
03:44
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8. |
Bukowski
04:12
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9. |
Unhappy
04:44
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10. |
Zero G
04:34
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11. |
Cocaine Hercules
03:07
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12. |
After the Rain
03:49
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13. |
Dive into Waves
04:24
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14. |
Untied
03:23
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