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I'm in heaven but I'm bored to tears
I hear voices suggesting I should leave
And when I torch the am oil and it gets so damn dark
That's when that voice rushes in
Makes a hostage of my head and my heart
I hear voices
I think they're the real me
I mistook boredom for tranquility it seems
That's why them voices are carping at me
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O dungeons and ditches and gutters and hovels
Where poverty bends you to its every whim
Down with the dregs and the elasticated morals
Or places serene where the air is thin
Tell me
Take the chair lift to the summit
And be sure to find yourself a throne upon it
Summon flying monkeys and plumes of smoke
Part the clouds with your lightning bolt
High places are good places
I'm telling you baby it's a fact of life
They don't choose to mingle with our type
High places are good places
I've never been mugged on a mountain hike
You have to be born there to know what it's like
Yeah, high places are good places
I never ever ever felt this good on the ground
High places are good places
Are right places for looking down
Do you want a fetid sewer or a sky of blue?
Sunken garden or one on the roof?
Albatrosses or them brainless moles?
Switching skyward or digging holes?
Basement flat or penthouse suite?
Wieliczka salt mine or mountain retreat?
Altitude or molten core?
Frozen dandy or crushing bore?
High places are good places
I'm telling you baby it's a fact of life
They don't choose to mingle with our type
High places are good places
I've never been mugged on a mountain hike
Do you have to be born there to know what it's like?
High places are good places
I never ever ever felt this good on the ground
High places are good places
Are right places for looking down
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Fumbling forming beaks and wings
Dusting glazed feathers in the baking tin
I'm making bird-shaped pastry for the birds
Were likenesses in those shapes discenred?
What did them sparrows learn
From eating rough, sweet profile bird-shaped pastry
For the birds?
Don't matter what you have in your hand
You can't remake what you had in your head
Lost notions now plainly absurd
Bird-shaped pastry for the birds
Should I relent? Should I stand firm?
Should I give in and give them worms?
Them testing shapes that they deserve
Bird-shaped pastry for the birds
Feeling peckish on the garden bath
Draining tap water from the cracked bird bath
They're checking bird-shaped pastry for the birds
One finch looked shocked but my belief held firm
That bird shapes are better than worms
They're eating bird-shaped pastry for the birds
I guess we'll never know
If the juice overflowed from my heart and my lungs
And I bottled it up and when back it among
The Saturdays of yore when I threw on the lawn
Would I relent? Would I stand firm?
Would I give in and give them worms?
Them testing shapes that they deserve
Bird-shaped pastry for the birds
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She Walks Through Walls
04:07
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She had a body that rankles
From her fat lip to the shallow in her ankles
A painted smirk like she found the world amusing
And a crick in her neck from constant accepting
For all the outlay, all the men laid
Was she happy? Well, only lately
She was bored at twenty and dead at thirty
Now, she's completely weightless and see-through, too
Now, I have seen it all
She walks through walls
Was a skeleton rose from filing clerk
She had nobody to speak of
Plenty upstairs but not much around the middle
She had no body to speak of
Now she's vapour, they don't gawp at her form
She can pass as paranormal
Them fireproof ghosts don't come much colder
She passes as paranormal
Feigned conviction in space religion
So I could find out what had got into him
Found him frozen from hat to toes
And he had pricks of light in his eyes
Now, I have seen it all
She walks through walls
Seen gods made of rope and unravelled silver
And them plaited arms had embraced him longer than his mother
Electric cloaks hummed with reason
He forgot the tune but he caught the meaning
It said something about a middle way
Yeah, a middling mantra with rank and stature
Mild, elastic, faintly rustic
Vaporous, gluttonous, nearly useless
Without this instance he'd be lost to nonsense
Without seeing this he would not have seen this
Now, I have seen it all
She walks through walls
She walks through walls
She walks through walls
She walks through walls
She walks through walls
She walks through walls
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5. |
Sleeping Partner
05:30
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Can I be your sleeping partner?
Can I be your golden-hearted one?
Can I be your Chairman Mao?
Can I be your very sacred cow?
Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Can I be yours?
Can I be your bowl of ambrosia?
Can I be your dish of the week?
Can I be your readers’ wife?
Can I be your squaw & your chief?
Can I be your crutch & your downfall?
Can I be your chosen poison?
Can I be your comfort blanket?
Can I be your triumph over reason?
How can I be anything to you when you don’t care?
How can I be anything to you when you’re not here?
Can I be your local pen pal?
Can I be your confidant?
Can I be your uncle Joe?
Can I be your maiden aunt?
Can I be your buried treasure?
Can I be your winter fuel?
Can I be your island race?
Can I be your milking stool?
Can I be your guilty secret?
Can I be your great unseen?
Can I be your bit on the side?
Can I be your love supreme?
Can I be your sleeping partner?
Can I be your number one?
Can I be your reason for living?
Or can I be the one who tags along?
Can I be your quilted bedstead?
Can I be your waking dream?
Can I be your sleeping partner?
Can I be where he ain’t been?
Can I be yours? Can I be yours?
Can I be yours? Can I be yours?
Can I be yours? Can I be yours?
Can I be yours? Can I be yours?
Can I be yours? Can I be yours?
Can I be yours? Can I be yours?
Can I be yours? Can I be yours?
Can I? Can I? Can I?
Can I be your sleeping partner?
Can I be your sleeping (yawn)?
Buried in the heather with the bits of buried Bonnie
And the bodies of beauty are all becoming
Nothing, hear me, nothing, nothing
And the bodies of beauty are all becoming
Nothing, hear me, nothing, nothing
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Ghosts Moan Too Much
04:17
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So, the permafrost of purgatory is not cool enough for him
He'd swap dialling out for pizza for the death has cheated
He craved an office romance with that girl from accounts
All gone but he moans too much for a ghost in his position
He lingers too long for a ghostly apparition
He's not settling in
Death's not brought out the best in him
Just one bedroom in your haunted house
And the tenants are rather plain
He's not exactly thrilled with the spines he has chilled
They'd rather mow their lawn than watch him change his form
It's too bad but he moans too much for a ghost in his position
He lingers too long for a ghostly apparition
He's not settling in
Death's not brought out the best in him
He wanted to be the colour of cold steam whatever that is
And he pictured a mansion with flock paper
Yeah, and a maid whose top he could look down every day
His is a spiritual vision
Yeah an eternity of rattling cellar doors
Well I guess the time could begin to drag
But to live in organ pipes and make science rub its eyes
He don't like the clothes he died in
He said they make him look thin
It's too grim but he moans too much for a ghost in his position
He lingers too long for a ghostly apparition
He's not settling in
Death's not brought out the best in him
Ghosts moan too much
Ghosts linger too long
Ghosts moan too much
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Viriconium
00:38
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Crackers & Bananas
04:23
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I met a girl marked exit sign
She was pretty green but her heart was inclined
To meet me halfway at the psychic fayre
I spent a whole stone age there being driven
Being driven
Being driven
What life holds in store I've already bought
I'm not given to moments of change
I can't imagine the light at the head of the hole
Beyond a pinprick of fame
Young pups come and ruffle my foal
She's in the meadow doing forward rolls
Don't need no crash mat to break her fall
Don't have much need for what's gone before
Being driven crackers and bananas
Being villains on the run and cursed
And all our contact with unrecorded germs
The never minds and weren't-meant-to-bes
Are made plain by you not being with me
Being driven
Being driven
Being driven
Crackers and bananas
1, 2, 3, 4
Boys step away from the girls
For they will drive you 'round the bend
Girls move away from the boys
For they will drive you 'round the bend
Being driven
Being driven
Being driven
Being driven
Little fingers wrapped around me
I need your claws digging in me
Crackers and bananas feed me
For times when I'm not..
Being driven
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Family Planning
01:39
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It's a ma and pa thing
Bits of kids string
Mind's-eye monsters
Playpen fixtures
Opaque doormat
Plate glass, rough patch
Overcame romance
Kept fucking on the off chance
Of all this going our way
Replaced birthdays
Dream home, heartache
Gas bill, court case
Baby blue cot daubed with two coats
Wax works, we don't
Dead boy, dead girl
Kept it from her
That our family planning's undone
Yeah, our family planning's undone
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Thought when you turned up, you knew a way out of the woods
You'd follow the breadcrumbs that could lead us home
You will find out in time that everybody's a piece away from peace of mind
Neither of us is easy to live when the liquorice roof is caving in
You will find out from here how to tear this peace to pieces
You will find out
I found sharp sticks on snowball earth
Where they tried to fix the fences around the yard
Can you blame mother for trying so hard?
Haven't you grown? Haven't you shrunk?
Didn't I tell you once?
I found footprints on snowball earth
Where they take temperature at 5am
Your exes are massing on the bank again
Haven't you grown? Haven't you shrunk?
Didn't I tell you once
Hansel needs Gretel like poorhouse soup needs a stinging nettle?
Green fly, wolf man, she needs a woodcutter to hold her hand
Needle, sword verse, fangs, horns, which came first?
Snowball, flagless, I'd find it hard to need you less
Sharp sticks, balsa wood, I've eaten aphids and river mud
And no harm came to me
I was OK, I was OK
Haven't you grown? Haven't you shrunk?
Didn't I tell you once
Hansel needs Gretel like poorhouse soup needs a stinging nettle?
Haven't you grown? Haven't you shrunk?
Didn't I tell you once
Hansel needs Gretel like poorhouse soup needs a stinging nettle?
Ungrateful wretch, you little tramp
You caught me with my trousers down
The tarts were warm, the bread was broke
The August lips, the yellow yolk
It was good here but a rock face has grown up in your place
We're a long way from home
It's a sweet house but it's not our own
Try to sleep now, the trail has grown
As you dream, home has left home
There's no one at home whose name you know
There's no one home whose name you know
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Well, the soap in the bathroom has worn real thin
And the lemon scented shampoo is watered down
And the curtains aren't lined so they let the light in
The vacancy sign is never turned 'round
This hotel is cheaper than I am
It has been so long since I checked in
I'm as brittle as the Chinese sideboard
And as flaky as the paint on the door
I just can't spend any more time with you in this room
I did the sums and I just can't understand
How this hotel can be cheaper than I am
But it's true, this hotel is cheaper than I am
Your neighbours in fancy goods with a girl half his age
Or is she just mutinous mutton out on the lam?
These autumnal chickens in their edible knickers
Even I can afford to pull them down
This hotel is cheaper than I am
Has it been that long since I checked in?
There's coin-operated everything from the minibar to the cable porn
It's a shame nothing works anymore
For those too weathered to go home at night
Reception is a promise, air freshener and fairy lights
Discretion is the key for those deserting dinner dates
If you can't last all night, they have hourly rates
She leant against the door jamb and asked me where I stand
And I run ten thousand yen into the maw of her left hand
She pulled out some change and I said, "thank you, ma'am"
Well, this hotel is cheaper than I am
Get out of town way past the toll
And the working week that had paid for it all
This hotel is cheaper than I am
Yeah, it's cheaper than I am
It's cheaper than I am
For all you decent folk who haven't been there yet
I will admit that this hotel is cheaper than I am
It's cheaper than I am
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Overcome
02:24
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Draw a line under her fallen arches
Your appetites can't be removed
Eats a choc ice but her hunger marches on
You're a special girl in special shoes
Oh whether they have ever claimed the weather vane can be overcome
The fact remains the colour drains from every place you've ever run
And a poster of Honolulu is the only colour in this town
My diary is chock full of girls named Lotte
When I wake up, I'm gonna call them over
But they've all left town with guys named Trevor
I wonder why I bother to try and gain a foothold in the steeple rise
When I can't stay long
The moving mass don't move so fast
And in real life, I can't stay long
Train tracks are mackerel blue in the night air
Run home steaming from a blazing row
Lipstick lifebelts almost sank me
No one can save you now
Never meant to sound so anti natal
Had a depressed fracture in my writing hand
Living is easy but the future is fatal
You asked me nicely but I had other...plans
Oh whether they have ever blamed the family name for being prolonged
The fact remains that you're a drain on everything I've ever loved
I can't sit by and entertain the pre-ordained from heaven above
Oh, the weather vane, the weather vane, the weather vane
Can be overcome
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Hunched on all fours in the furthest reaches
When my mattress ices over in the dampest patches
These days when I'm inspired it's only in flashes
But when I give in, it lasts for weeks
See rashes bloom on the downy down
And i scratched myself daft in the Horse & Hounds
I've written a rough draft of a past improved
In which i lied a lot to lighten the mood
I want to get my carriage clock
I want to get to the end
I have a chalet sleeps five if two of them ain't proud
And three of them are spied and one ain't allowed
To breathe out between nine and nine
It's made of chipboard but at least it's mine
The villagers are desperate and the natives are restless
It floods twice a year and nobody cares less
I am the glue man sticking to his tanks
My frozen forces are shooting blanks
I want to get my carriage clock
I want to get to the end
Yeah, I hollered dumb decibels of delight
To a palmist holidaying nearby
She told me you need a goal in life
"You don't get no clocks if you don't do the time"
That's alright
I've been trying to cultivate spectacle-tinted roses
With petal lenses and autofocus
Only eight pounds fifty to you passers by
With thorns and fleas you want to magnify
I am as terracentric as a worm
Twenty four carats is all I've earned
Have no fsithful wife or country pile
Will golden time pieces make it all worthwhile?
I want to get my carriage clock
I want to get to the end
I want to get my carriage clock
I want to live to the end
I want to get my carriage clock
I want to live to the end
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Mayflies
08:00
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He lisped, "I luth you, I luth you"
She took her braces out and threw them on the dashboard
There was no unzipping, de-clasping
She insisted on asking, "when you gonna get me that ring?"
He thought for a while, watched some mayflies die
And picked holes in a ladder fern (don't know the real name)
He could see a life ahead with more good in it than bad
(This lot have been learning all along so how come he...?)
He was never very good with words
You may think this time was no different
He said, "you are my fossil fuel"
You wouldn't've understood it
But it must have meant something to them
Something deep, meaningful
But I don't know if they're still together
I have no idea where they're living now
I'm not even sure if they're alive or dead
I don't know
Ok. I'm obscuring and I'm projecting (yeah, you are a little)
When I should be collecting facts
But I'm too squeamish to look
Maybe it was just a holiday hit
She saw his trunks didn't fit
That August in the water chute
Or maybe they split up over money
Or they shared every penny until they were one hundred and two
Maybe they had five healthy kids
Or maybe they couldn't have any
Or they beat all five black and blue
Oh I don't know if they're still together
I have no idea where they're living now
I'm not even sure if they're alive or dead
I don't know
So, are you a betting man?
Lay me two to one on not even a card at christmas
Say we didn't miss much
The knowing is terrible
Ah, but the not knowing, the not knowing
I only saw them for one minute
Like you watch mayflies on the white tiles in urinals
Nothing is....I've got a pretty good idea...weren't born yesterday
We've all got stories when it's in our own best interests
To not know the outcome, to be protected
It's potential
We need potential
We need them
I've been waiting around for years for you to call with news of them
I've been waiting around for years for you to call with news of them
I've been waiting around for years for you to call with news of them
When are you two going to be a happy ending?
Because the world it is crowded with mayflies
I've been waiting around for years
For you to call with news of them
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Santa Sprees
The Anglo-Japanese band Santa Sprees have been advancing the art of unpopular song since 1994. Making questionable progress from the low-skilled, no-fidelity, no wave of their earliest cassettes to the largely futile primitive avant bubblegum of today, releasing ten collections to date on a trail of defunct labels and media. ... more
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