1. |
How To Breathe
01:28
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It is a popular saying that you should only write about what you know.
However, it is equally popular to understand that wisest is he who knows he knows nothing.
So where does that leave me?
I know so little in the grand scheme of things that it is impossible to write out the world
And what I see.
I can tell you such details about the inner workings of a parasites lifestyle,
But do I know anything about it?
Have I reached a parasitologist nirvana?
No!
But maybe I know a lot in the small scheme of things.
I can tell you what food I like to eat
What films I enjoy and how comfortable I feel.
However I can only make a guess at who I am, no more.
But here I am, living and breathing without ignorance.
I suppose in the end the only thing I truly know
Is How To Breathe.
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2. |
Breathing
02:31
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Love doesn't last forever,
People won't always stay together.
But life goes on as rivers flow,
People come and people go.
And I love you now,
And I mean to forever.
Please don't lean on your crutches,
Or you'll fall straight into the clutches.
Of dark days with evil eyes
That rub you raw and watch you die.
And I love you now
And I mean to forever.
But please stop breathing
Stop breathing for me now.
But please stop breathing
Stop breathing for them now.
But please just breathe
For you.
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3. |
Vinyl's Coming Back
02:46
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Walking miming listening to Elvis Costello,
On my MP3 player (now in stereo)
Taking the quickest route to my mates flat
He gave me a look that said.
Vinyl's coming back
Vinyl's coming back
Vinyl's coming back
Vinyl's coming back
How do you expect me to carry it round
When it needs to be securely held down
Can barely withstand a simple scratch
Wouldn't get into his head
Vinyl's coming back
Vinyl's coming back
Vinyl's coming back
Vinyl's coming back with the
Alan Parsons Project and Fleetwood Mac
Beatles, Pixies, Stones and The Clash
Joy Division, 10cc and INXS,
Neil Young, ELO and Genesis.
But Paul McCartney sounds his best
When he's fighting off the dust
And the record sleeve shows a scene
With Parky on the front.
Vinyl's on the run
Vinyl's on the run
Vinyl's coming back
Vinyl's coming back with the
Alan Parsons Project and Fleetwood Mac
Beatles, Pixies, Stones and The Clash
Joy Division, 10cc and INXS,
Neil Young, ELO and Genesis.
Vinyl's coming back
Vinyl's coming back
Vinyl's coming back
Vinyl's coming back
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4. |
Get Beat
04:20
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Treat a song like a chemical
Run a line like it's medical.
Stop trying to stop it
Hit a bar not narcotics.
Get Beat - hit the street
Get Beat.
Make a scene and
Get Beat.
Listen to the musak,
Lie me on a stretching rack,
Turn me up to eleven.
Get Beat hit the street
Get Beat.
Make a scene and
Get Beat.
Let's See the Days that Maria won there.
Better check the pulse per minute
Smack the skins to submission
Sweat a new temperature
Get beat to an overture.
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5. |
Cocoon Emerge
03:22
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Follow her to the golden room
Line her in a silk cocoon
With the needle of shadows and blinds.
Broken out from the noble arts
Watch strange pleasures thread her heart
In velvet lace and leather ribbons.
Feet sweep down the marble stairway
You recognise her but barely
In heels and a see through negligee.
In heart there was a golden girl
Who was sweet still in the world
Until the needle of red a-pierced.
And greet us now a swollen bust
Her desires turned to lust
And each shining sweat she sweat
May as well have gone to her head.
Follow her to the golden room
Line her in a silk cocoon
With the needle of shadows and blinds.
In velvet lace and leather ribbons.
In heels and a see through negligee.
Before the needle of red a-pierced.
Before the needle of red.
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6. |
Never Grow Old
02:12
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We can never grow old
On festive road
Where there are people
Just like you and me.
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
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7. |
Prozac In Your Pocket
02:25
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Spin a dollar on the floor
Mother said that she would call
Don't know if you can take much more
You remember why you tried to end it all.
Line the walls with your art
Gradients being torn apart
Joy Divisions Closer starts
You feel your will begin to depart
There's prozac in your pocket
Your shrink, he thinks you'll top it
There's prozac in your pocket
To help you try and stop it.
There's prozac in your pocket.
Always touch the nearest sting
To be sure you can still feel things
Beyond prescribed medicines
Used to snag you and reel you in.
There's prozac in your pocket
Your shrink, he thinks you'll top it
There's prozac in your pocket
To help you try and stop it.
There's prozac in your pocket.
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8. |
Song of the Bird
04:23
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Singer I hear your notes I hear your call,
And my own Manhattan with spires.
The sparkling hurried tides and the ships
And the city at hand with dwellings so dense.
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird
Sing on from the swap and the bushes.
Pour your chant and
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird.
Singer you're the wreck of the beautiful
And my own Manhattan with spires
Show the clouds and the trails' trips
Into the deep recesses.
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird
Sing on from the swap and the bushes.
Pour your chant and
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird.
Passing vision and passing nights,
Passing hands and lucid lights,
With the knowledge of death at my side,
I fled forth to the receiving night,
Down to the waters shores,
Down the dim swamp path,
Passing the cedars and ghostly pines,
And the singer shyly sang for me,
Passing hands of the trees,
Until the charm of the carol held me,
As I held hands in the night,
And my voice sang the song of the bird.
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird
Sing on from the swap and the bushes
Pour your chant and
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird.
Sing on from the swap and the bushes
Pour your chant and
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird.
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9. |
Invaginate (To Fold)
03:28
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An echo through an underpass
Is the best conversation you have had
Since you walked down the lonely streets
Where every blinking second
Greets you with static.
Whispers call you apathetic
Not that you care
You know that love is not the opposite of hate
But indifference.
You can't be perfect but you can be good,
And what more do you need to be?
You can't be the best but you can be better,
And what more do you need to be?
Whispers call you introverted
Not that you show it
You know neglect is not the opposite of care
But indifference.
Moving forwards in time
Is going backwards in space
You only see what you
Leave behind.
And echo through an underpass
Is the best conversation you have had
Since you turned inside yourself
And opened the vault
Of mental health.
Whispers call you everything
Not that they're real.
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10. |
I Wish I Was A Punk
02:22
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I enunciate too clearly to be a star
I wanna know how Vicious got that far.
I think Maggie Thatcher is kinda cute
And George Bush was a brutal president.
I own a leather jacket but not a tattoo
I don't want to regret what I can't undo.
All my suds belong on my football boots
And I'm polite to the substitute teacher.
But I
I wish I was a punk
I I I I wish I was a punk
I I I I wish I was a punk
I I I I wish I was a punk.
I I I I wish I was a punk.
But Sheena is a punk rocker
And I live by the river
But I'm more Noel Coward a la Sienne
Than The Clash on the Thames.
But I
I wish I was a punk
I I I I wish I was a punk
I I I I wish I was a punk
I I I I wish I was a punk.
I I I I wish I was a punk.
I enunciate too clearly to be a star
I wanna know how Vicious got that far.
I think Maggie Thatcher is kinda cute
And I'm polite to the substitute president.
But Sheena is a punk rocker
And I live by the river
But I'm more Noel Coward a la Sienne
Than The Clash on the Thames.
But I wish I was Antichrist
I wish I was an anarchist
I know what I want, not how to get it
I wanna destroy passer-by
Cos I wanna be a punk
A punk.
A punk.
A punk.
A punk.
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11. |
Mr King Kong
03:00
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Wants to be a Tesla hero,
But on earth he's less than zero.
Always takes his photograph
With a smirk and half an arse.
Better set his own budget
For chocolate, but fudge it
Say he's right, he's never wrong
But I hate Mr King Kong.
Oh Oh it's Mr King Kong
He's been here far too long
Oh Oh it's Mr King Kong
Get offline America's getting restless
You distribute freedom and that's a weapon.
Got to learn to raid the guiltless
Use his money to buy a witness
Stick his thumb in every pie
Pull a plum or learn to lie.
I hate Mr King Kong.
Oh Oh it's Mr King Kong
He's been here far too long
Oh Oh it's Mr King Kong
Get offline America's getting restless
You distribute freedom and that's a weapon.
He's is more than enough
For a country as small as us.
Oh Oh it's Mr King Kong
He's been here far too long
Oh Oh it's Mr King Kong
Get offline America's getting restless
You distribute freedom and that's a weapon.
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12. |
Bleary Eyed Beauty
05:41
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The bleary eyed beauty boards the train,
Takes her to Victoria again.
I brush past, smell her perfume,
Her nose holds some morning dew.
Gently folds her newspaper,
And tightens the band that holds her hair,
Never mind the Northern Line
I'll never find a girl so fine.
Frizzly strands of sandy hair
Falling blandly.
Hand in hand,
We will be free
To live quietly
In a cottage by the sea
Just you and me.
Clapham Junction dribbles past
Lifts her glasses as I wake up.
Bleary eyed beauty stay the same
And I will ride Victoria again.
Gently folds her newspaper,
And tightens the band that holds her hair,
Never mind
Never mind
Never mind
Never mind.
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13. |
Your Smile (So Far)
06:24
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I like to listen to music
It helps me pass the time.
Sometime I find I use it
To think of what was mine.
See your smile
Fall far behind.
I never used my mirror,
Until it was you.
And though your frame was silver
It had a turquoise hue.
See your smile
Fall far behind.
There were days that we could meet
And we'd take each one in hand.
But it could never be so sweet
And now I'm in another land.
See your smile
Fall far behind.
You have left me a painting
And I keep it on my wall
I still stay up waiting
For another missed call.
See your smile
Fall far behind.
Sometime I listen to music
And it's that song you liked
While I don't know the reason
I find it's kinda nice.
See your smile
Fall far behind.
If I was a poet
I'd have written you any line
And though you may not know it
I'm singing for you this time.
See your smile
Fall far behind.
I wondered that if I could fly
I'd have gone to your door
Where I'd have watched your eyes
As I'd quoth "Nevermore".
See your smile
Fall far behind.
You used to my someone
And I was somebody
It was then I felt like I had won
But now I darn't bare to see.
See your smile
Fall far behind.
I heard you're carving a future
Well I'm making mine too
A life's a big adventure
And part of mine was you.
See your smile
Fall far behind.
Your smile
So far behind me.
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14. |
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With a smile and a simper you simmer by my side,
You pick at your feet and you look elsewhere.
You wonder what is going through the air
Between my ears, underneath these eyes
You've drawn lines.
They show time you say
Time we have frittered away.
Together we can be free
From time you say,
But here we are,
Quite apart.
With a smile and a simper you simmer by my side,
You wish that you could be quite perfectly
At ease with the world and time
Just hoping it'll pass you by.
But that's what you say.
I'm not sure that I agree
With everything you've decreed.
Together we can be free
From time you say,
But I don't agree
With you.
At least not any more.
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Barabajagal Dunedin, New Zealand
Barabajagal are a band who make music.
It's pretty ok stuff
really.
It's rooted in psychedelia but incorporates so many genres that it doesn't really seem too definable. But it's ok with that.
Despite being a kiwi band the songwriter is actually rather English, so whenever he sings you'd be hard pressed to go "wow, those kiwis huh". Still, New Zealand-ish.
Pronounced Bah-Rabba-Jaggle.
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