1. |
His Masterpiece
04:31
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Poor old Claude just don’t fit
He hears the sirens in his head
Everyone that he met
Seemed to vanish to thin air
Everybody’s hanging in the wall
Crowded salon halls
What a pretty scene
Red, gold, blue and green
This city burns like a fire beneath my feet
I feel removed from everyone I meet
Everybody’s hanging on the wall
Crowded salon halls
What a pretty scene
Red, gold, blue and green
Oh what a sad affair when no one cares
Oh what a sinful mess of bitterness
A canvas thick with oil
Man knows no greater toil
He’ll raise a glass and
Crush the windpipe
Hang like fruit right
There before his masterpiece
Everybody’s going on tour
Burning up the shore
White Mercedes screech
Red, gold, blue and green
Oh what a sad affair when no one cares
Oh what sinful mess of bitterness
Oh what a crying shame when people change
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2. |
Lebanon Rising
03:40
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3. |
Everything
05:18
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Everything in its right place
Everything in its right place
Barn owl sings as the day breaks
Silence dims, damp walls vibrates
Black mould stings like a snail trace
Everything’s in its right place
Family strings line the fireplace
Rusted wings, the messiah’s face
What could swing this divine place
Everything in its right place
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4. |
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My stubborn heart
Your eggshell soul
Silently you moan
A mind unknown
And through clenched teeth
You chastise me
“Listen to me,” you cry
Well why would I pry?
But no more passive agression
Only lustful transgressions
(I’ve got the cruelest intentions)
Or tear gas me
With bedtime tea
And I’ll forget why we’re mad
Old and glad
And I won’t care
The brunt you bear
For a fool like me
Is plain to see
But no more passive agression
Only lustful transgressions
(I’ve got the cruelest intentions)
And who needs a fire
When there’s carnal desire?
(Let’s get low to get higher)
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5. |
That Morning
06:45
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Sunrise over Glanusk Park Estate
Cuts the night in two between
Me and my last exchange
And all I see
A mirage of trees
Reach up to clouds
And they laugh at me
And as the final chord is struck
I form an island
Alone
And clutching to my phone
I hear the sirens
I know
My shoulder’s sometimes cold
But pay no attention
You know
That everytime I fall
I call you screaming
I shook when we spoke
As I walked through the oaks
And the sun was cut half in the soft lilac smoke
And still my mind
Is out of time
I need a voice to anchor mine
And as I hold it to my face
The fog gets lighter
I stray
Further from the day
And ramble like a
Drunk
Who sings his midnight sing
A touch off-kilter
You know
Those little jokes I make
They don’t mean nothing
At all
‘cause everytime I fall
I call you screaming
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But if I pray
And you pray
That's OK
And you say
You felt this way
The other day
There's fluoride in the water
Now I'm feeling fine
Women and children are slaughtered
Behind the enemy lines
I etch it in my Moleskine
They tiptoe round my mind
I remember that morning just fine
credits
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