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Moonstrips - Fugue State
03:27
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It's keeping me awake.
How much do you make?
I'll pay my debt,
You lose your head!
With no sleep, no peace, no dreams.
And I feel, the moment pass me by.
And I can't sleep, and Lord knows I tried.
It's just little me, a pleasure built on sight.
My lover's gin, is just glass and ice.
You'll never leave me alone!
This house, you built is not your home.
I'll take a breath.
To breathe, to leave, a mouth full of teeth, a glorious down-sized tradition
NO.
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Red Red Eyes - Untold
04:20
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Wait for the driver who will take you away
But you can’t stand laughter when it’s pointed at thee
Uptown turnaround is doing you in
But it’s hard to fall apart you don’t know where to begin
Parking cars you’ve got to do it right
You’re getting messy got those ants in your brain
You’re flying three feet high on a two-inch plane
Into tomorrow but it’s harder to see
Eating entropy sandwiches there’s no guarantee
High rise building calls again and again
Just remember aspiration’s where the air is too thin
Drive by satellites transmitting your sound
Open throttle in a bottle til your head hits the ground
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Molasses - Ganache
02:24
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that manner of being I don't remember well
that whiny sweet girly thrill
forced down into a grainy hell
that whiny sweet girly thrill
mud-soft
the outside
fork
out wise guy
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I really hate that trouble greets me like an old friend,
courts me like a lover, how I hope it never ends. We could be strangers.
Well trouble both finds and follows, leads me into danger, tugs at my skirts, how I hope it never ends. The odds are against it.
Troubles unwelcome company, we were just dreaming, it was a fantasy, weren't we though.
I wouldn't mind if trouble were offset by some kind of pleasure, something to keep and to treasure, How I hope it never ends. We could be strangers.
Troubles unwelcome company, we were just dreaming, it was a fantasy, weren't we though.
Trouble is unwelcome company.
I really hate that trouble greets me like an old friend,
courts me like a lover, how I hope it never ends. We could be strangers.
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Pete Um - The Director
01:50
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I'M THE DIRECTOR
I CAME HERE FROM SOMEWHERE
I LIVE IN A OFFICE
AT THE TOP OF A BUILDING
IT'S ALL ABOUT PLANNING
THE CENTRE OF ANGER
I MAKE DECISIONS
THAT AFFECT PEOPLE
WHO DON'T EVEN KNOW
THEY DON'T WANNA GO
THEY CAN'T SEE THE FLOW
THEIR TO TO YOUR FRO
THE INVISIBLE SHOW
OF THE WAY THAT LIFE GOES
AND EVENTUALLY, OH
COS THE TRUTH CAN BE SLOW
I'M THE DIRECTOR
I CAME HERE FROM SOMEWHERE
I WORK IN AN OFFICE
AT THE TOP OF A BUILDING
YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW
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Left right left right
See straight ahead and it ain’t so bright
I’m sick she’s sick, we’re all sick together And it’s so right
Tomorrow’s gunna be - nothing short of ecstasy And it’s so vibes (Highhhh)
In light of everything,
fractal pterodactyls sing at low tide
Right left right left
Order doesn’t matter as she undress
Sick of the fantasy
Bring around what has to be So clear as
Cheer up cheer up Pierre the de lune Crack a old smile
The yeti has to be Something else infinity It’s so wild
ITS SOOOO WILDDDD!
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Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo
Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo
Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo
Ba-dum, ba-dum
An army, an army,
An army crawling out from the sand
An army, an army,
An army crawling out from the sand
The kids stand around the band stand,
Because they cant stand to be at home,
And be alone and wonder,
How they can appear more so
I like the way you’re dancing
on the steps in France
Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo
Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo
Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo
Ba-dum, ba-dum
An army, an army,
An army crawling out from the sand
An army, an army,
An army crawling out from the sand
Tweed jacket,
Messy hair,
Square frames
And complications,
Children of the village they will,
Kick you when you’re low
I like the way you’re dancing
on the steps in France
Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo
Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo
Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo
Ba-dum, ba-dum
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Grace Kuhl - Scathed
03:03
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How do I feel so much my senses bust like a clock that tells the wrong time? I'll believe what's right in front of me with the cogs' unconscious wind.
If I thought that we were meant to be - then unveil the string of lies.
I'll believe what's right in front of me and repress a state of mind.
To accept that time is broken,
Replace the wheel's spoke then.
To accept that time is broken,
Replace the wheel's spoke then.
What appeals so much is trashin' up my unrequited life. Sedentary infrastructure helps to pass the time.
Accept that time is broken,
Replace the wheel's spoke then.
To accept that time is broken, replace the wheel's spoke then.
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Chapel Tapes - One
05:11
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Self-Love - Get Fought
00:39
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Stop your whining and your crying all your stupid dreams are over now
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My brains, my brains, my brains...
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I'm ticklish
Especially on my nape
Tickle me please
Whilst you wear your superman...
... Cape!
I'm captain zod
If you want this ticklish bod
Then you gotta tickle me
Whilst you wear your superman...
... Cape!
I'm ticklish
Tickle me please
Whilst you wear your superman...
... Cape!
I'm ticklish
Especially on my nape
Tickle me please
Whilst I wear my superman...
... Cape!
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Luke Cowan - Room 002
04:55
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Jeering down in your judgement from a council of witches
Pre-formed forever in opinion
Words are scattered like matches in a palace of cowards
Careless striking will burn it all down
You’re in the wrong
And there’ll be hell to pay for the things that you say before too long
Traitors standing in line to sell their souls to the serpent
Watch as ambition consumes their eyes
Masquerading amongst the righteous, trading in poison disguised
A so-called mission of mercy is lies
And they’re in the wrong
And there’ll be hell to pay for the things that they say before too long
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The air turned cold and chill on the day that you left
So summer turned and the world moved on
Now that the shadows lengthen there’s a light at my door
To guide you home until the years end
I fear the gap in space in this empty room
The void inside amongst the gathering gloom
Your two old jumpers vie to keep the cold at bay
Alas Jack Frost... he’s won the day
Since the summer’s gone the nights have grown long
At least the dark is lit by pumpkin lanterns
I long for a day that you could return
I spent that autumn waiting for you
Can I look forward with hope and seasonal cheer
Share in the magic of the dying year
And head on out into the night and the crisp autumn air
Meet friends, relations and revellers there
Fireworks fly in the dark night sky
Ponder the fate of that poor old Guy
And the green man sleeps the long cold winter away
Until the cycle turns and spring comes again
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