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Two AM
03:19
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It's all coming back to me
Everyday we run from insecurity
And I don't come around no more
I stay inside, I stay at home
And laugh when you still call it home
Somehow, we remain who we are
But time has warped us
Time has left us scarred
And I don't need these city lights
I don't need these country fights
I don't need you telling me what's wrong
There's a knock knock knock at the door
There's a knock knock knock
But no one's home
It's two am, I'm wide awake in bed
Too high to sleep, too sober to move my head
I feel your voice on my own lips
Hear you kiss my fingertips
And leave me like I was when we first met
Confession feels like all the rage
You raise your skirt over the page
It all goes black, I disappear again
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2. |
Ballad to Robyn
03:13
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Fear and lie
Fear and lie
Robyn when I met you
I was strung out, in Newark
We don't ask nobody nothing but their name
But every time I walk about, every time I talk about
The business of your love I can't explain
Never mind those simple lies, the public hates
What you and I know they will never understand
So they fear and lie
Fear and lie
If I should stay
Would you dare to do the same?
I know that life is pain
But what of it babe?
What is it, babe?
I won't ever hide my love
I won't ever hide my faith
I know you have your doubts
Just let them, just let them
Just let them drift away
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3. |
For What It's Worth
05:50
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Concrete corner, jungle mile
Let's get lost, let's make it wild
Who can tell us we are wrong?
The earth is younger than us all
Laugh and dream my days away
Spirit whiter than cocaine
Never give a glimpse too long
New Year's eve, we'll carry on
Crooked soldier on the loose
Hang them from the tallest noose
Make them bend and make them burn
If you don't they'll never learn
Stolen car the highway fast
Meet me at the underpass
I will bury what I owe
Meet me where we dare not go
Something's happening here
Just open your eyes
Something's happening here
In plain disguise
Freedom gambling on the side
Turn the corners run and hide
Make away before you're made
Fever pitch against first base
Blinding lights and tangled webs
Sick in someone else's bed
Carry me when I can't walk
For attention I will harvest what you've wrought
Something's happening here
Just open your eyes
Something's happening here
In plain disguise
But it don't count if I'm not the other one...
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4. |
Wasting Time
06:27
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An actor brought me to the stage and whispered follow me
I can tell you what it's like to be infinity
An effect constellation, unspoken and unseen
I am always digging ditches out of other people's dreams
And who am I to recognise what it means to be me?
How can I try to define what someone else has seen?
It's a letter in a bottle I open just to leave
A lifetime long forgotten there, that's floating out at sea
A painter opened up the door of her wistful gallery
And challenged me to guess her joy
Or guess her misery
Through canvases like painted quills
That spill over their ink
An eye isn't enough she said, to be able to see
Reflection's inconsistent voice the joy that sorrow brings
When you throw yourself into the fog that's lifting up the beat
I retreat to my despondent lies
I always find I'm wasting time
No, no, no, no, no, no, never mind
A sculptor moulded me with clay
As if to recognise that life is just a passing phase
But beauty transcends life
It's an angel in the details that I carve into my mind
It's a constant repetition of tanglewood and vine
No molten ore can capture all the subtleties we find
Like words are all conditional like holding firelight
And every attempt at permanence is arrogant and trite
Every attempt at permanence is arrogant and trite!
The dancer made the world a stage and fell onto his knees
And spun himself in circles always denying his needs
It's a tantra, it's a twitch that spills right out into the street
It's an order so elusive always covering everything
It's as easy as the tension of a bow upon a string
Just throw yourself into the fog that's drifting underneath
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5. |
Never Change
04:02
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You always keep me in suspense
Couldn't ask you anything
Couldn't second guess
Wonder who am I again
Tell me to be honest now
I guess that wasn't it
You always leave me high and dry
So much left to say, we're talking at the same time
I know what is and isn't real
Please don't ask me anything, I'm not sure how I feel
Your confidence is over-rated, arrogance, I guess I'll fade away
My quietness is not from shame, I guess that I just don't know what to say
See you fail to kick that habit, cut yourself off from the ones you love
I'm always feeling old and feeling helpless, wondering if you'll survive the night
It's a shooting star we wish upon, it's a caravan to carry us away
It's another night without the panic, just another temporary phase
And you always listen when I say
You better keep yourself afloat, please don't ever change
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7. |
Outskirts of Austin
04:11
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Hold your hands high
Way way up
You can dance beside the beat
Breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
The time is ours to keep
No letter, no number
No decision or date
No facts or figures
No subtleties or fates
Hold your hands high
Way, way up
You can hold your hands up high
Way, way up
I was sidewalk jumping on the side of the road
Trying to get out of austin
They're always talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking, talking
But they never ever say anything
A lie, a lie
It's older than me
A line, every line
It's older than you or me
Hold your hands high
Way way up
You can hold your hands up high
Way way up
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
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8. |
The Witching Hour
05:27
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You spill out to everyone you meet
It's your saccharine religion
It's your petty vagrancy
The river rushes on, it's changed so much since you left
It's always shaking in a bottle
You wrap around your neck
Pretty thing, won't you sing me your songs
It's always in the midnight hour
In some place I don't belong
Pretty thing won't you succumb to grace?
It's a shadow of everything that holds us here in place
Lullaby won't you help me find sleep?
Before the sun reminds me, all of this isn't a dream
Lullaby, are we all the same
When we close our eyes, and retreat from the day?
Under the covers, I can see your breath
It always rises to the ceiling, fades to nothingness
Who are we to pay it any mind?
Who are we to never waste our time?
Ambulance, won't you take them away
From all those paranoid delusions
That sickness they can't change?
Ambulance, don't you know what it means
To be just like all the others, that you dangle on a string?
Pretty thing won't you remember me?
Or am I just like all the others
Somewhere in between?
Pretty thing, won't you sing me your songs?
It's always in the midnight hour
In the place where I belong
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D.M. Rice England, UK
Founder of Holy Island Records, a DIY label based in the UK––inspired by the beauty of its namesake.
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