1. |
An Introduction
02:19
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if i sing just a little louder do you think it'll stop hurting me?
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2. |
Double D
03:10
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don't look at me
like i'm some kid's dead dog
matted fur
on a cold hard table
tiny hand prints
wishing well
assembly line
i'm the undertaker
necropsy, heaven
cut it out
make it count
make it special
make them feel special
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3. |
Ode to Disgrace
03:29
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step right up, join the club. step right up, you frantic duds.
the few, the proud - the failures.
step right up, don't be shy, step right up, apples of no one's eyes
the few, the proud - disgracers.
you may be sorry, maybe not. you may be lonely, we just don't give a fuck.
the few, the proud - the failures
you'll never sleep again
you'll never work again
you'll never dream again
you'll never work again
oh i-i-i-i
i'm sorry.
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4. |
Windows and Water
02:52
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5. |
Skyline
04:25
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(don't be afraid)
take the shortcut over skyline
the long dead sleep up here but i feel fine
where children disappear
the fog grows soft and sheer
i'm not afraid of anything anymore
read the names on tombs long overgrown
no visitors right now they've all gone home
one hallway down
thought he'd be quickly found
we're all so close, the edge of the void
are we just names and dates?
don't be afraid
I'm not afraid
to be forgotten
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6. |
Bogotá
04:04
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I had a dream
I flew to Bogotá
all things serene
I flew to Bogotá
(I want, I want)
I wanna leave this country
(I want, I want)
I wanna live forever in the feeling
(I want, I want)
security you give me
(i want, I want)
security you give
from the dredges of a life worn over, worn out - you
at the edges of the tiny world I knew
you found me
Bogotá
I'll fly to Bogotá
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7. |
Maladaptive Daydreaming
02:11
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8. |
Liminal
03:15
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The limits of liminal space
How can it be so hard
to be in the same place?
Lay me down
tell me it'll be ok
brush the tangles from my hair
say we'll get there some day
we'll get there some day
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9. |
Half & Half
03:30
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I have run to different continents
I have cut off all my hair
I have smashed both my fists up against the abyss now I'm just
standing here
I would go to the edge of the universe
if it meant I'd forget, I would stop reliving this
over and over and over and over and over and over and over again
You see, half of me is gone forever
the other half can't stand alone
can you come put me back together again
can you help me get back home
over and over and over and over and over and over and over again
wrote one obituary which was more than enough project the essence of toughness pretend I don't give a fuck so much blood on my shoulders I rub the salt from my eyes and surprise surprise I'm still alive
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The London indie group's debut "mini-album" is filled with self-described oddball pop tracks.
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Trick Of The Light
by Good Good Blood
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