1. |
Still Desperate
04:37
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That look in your eye, that cutting edge smile,
Well it all seems to fade to cataract grey,
And I wonder if they've been gone for a while,
So I tell you you're dimming, your diminishing smile
Doesn't work for me no more.
There's a heave in your sigh, a "what?" in your "why?"
And you're content to just stay in bed,
Forming a crust that keeps going for miles
I try to dig deeper but I hit lava every time.
Still desperate.
You blink lidlessly and agree with me
Still desperate.
Waiting for a revelation or at least a quiet epiphany
Still desperate.
Don't know what you're thinking about or if you're thinking.
Still desperate.
If that's all you've got then what was it before?
Still desperate.
You don't realise that you have footprints anymore.
Still desperate.
How can I hold you when you're so intangible?
Your shadow is the only thing available.
Still desperate.
I can't take your word anymore than you can give it.
Still desperate.
Show me your ghost so I can reach out and kill it.
Does no one else tell you they're still desperate?
Still desperate.
Still desperate.
Still desperate.
Still desperate.
Still desperate.
I can't take your word anymore than you can give it.
Still desperate.
Show me your ghost so I can reach out and kill it.
Does no one else tell you they're still desperate?
Still desperate.
Still desperate.
Still desperate.
Still desperate.
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2. |
One Little Madam
03:26
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There's a sweet red smile with your nice white teeth
And your blitzkrieg walk has a bop underneath.
You made us eat cake and arsenic too
But being a witch is nothing new.
One little madam throwing one big fuss
You're a grown up woman
Don't put it on us.
One little madam takes up the whole house
Grab her dummy
And gag her mouth.
And you moan,
And you pout,
Cos you know we've got you figured out.
With a brand new haircut and trim red dress
You're not a femme fatale, just a cruel black mess.
And you moan,
And you pout,
Well we know we've got you figured out.
One little madam throwing one big fuss
You're a grown up woman,
Don't put it on us.
One little madam uses one little trick
To bend us over backwards
And get it done quick.
You're one little madam
You're one little madam
You're one little madam
You're one little madam
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3. |
Harry Has No Place
03:06
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Well trodden boots stamping
Well sodden feet up and down on the spot
Raincoat help keeps away
Raindrops that drop and then stay.
Torn weathered jeans he is
Torn whether or not are holding him down
He's a trivial man
On a lineal track
No one said anything
Bout ever looking back
Bus replacement's broken down
For a train that came late
Stuck in another town
Harry has no place.
Sore eyes ache bitterly
Sore from screens staring at him all day long
Glare fixed into the gloom
Glaring strongly at what looms.
Lightly breathe out as the
Lights come done faster and faster still.
He's a trivial man
On a lineal track
No one said anything
Bout ever looking back
Bus replacement's broken down
For a train that came late
Stuck in another town
Harry has no place.
A comfortable room with a firelit glow,
Seems so far from the world you know.
There's never a time to feel more at ease
When everything can be let go.
Well trodden boots stamping
Well sodden feet up and down on the spot
Raincoat help keeps away
Raindrops that drop and then stay.
Steel lined monstrosities
Steely eyed nihilist philosophies.
He's a trivial man
On a lineal track
No one said anything
Bout ever looking back
Bus replacement's broken down
For a train that came late
Stuck in another town
Harry has no place.
Bus replacement's broken down
For a train that came late
Stuck in another town
Harry has no place.
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4. |
Vitae
03:23
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Instrumental.
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Nothing is silent anymore.
I wade through a crowd of whispers
As sensitive as the tip of a whisker
Nothing is silent anymore.
When I die I'll be forgotten
As the person that was,
No impressions left on the ground.
I feel like the person that was, already.
And like from an old movie screen
I slip seamlessly through the scene,
I'm seen and senselessly I scream.
Nothing is silent anymore.
I wade through a crowd of whispers
As sensitive as the tip of a whisker.
Nothing is silent anymore.
I wade through a crowd of whispers
As sensitive as the tip of a whisker.
Nothing is silent anymore.
I wade through a crowd of whispers
As sensitive as the tip of a whisker.
Nothing is silent anymore.
I wade through a crowd of whispers
As sensitive as the tip of a whisker.
Nothing is silent anymore.
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6. |
Trophic Menagerie
02:11
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I see you hanging there thinking you're the model fauna
But all you seem to do is sit like potted flora.
And I can't wait to see,
The social ecology
Of your tropic menagerie.
And like the creeper vine you reach for the canopy
Another parasite clinging to the tree you want to be.
And I can't wait to see
The social ecology
Of your trophic menagerie.
And through the jungle you hear a sound,
Like a lion in the ground.
You get cut down.
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7. |
Blue Star
03:00
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Blue star, blue star
Shine where you are
Shine in the dark.
Blue star, blue star,
Shine where you are,
Shine from afar, blue.
Blue star, blue star
Shine where you are
Shine in the dark.
Blue star, blue star,
Shine where you are,
Shine from afar, blue.
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8. |
Electric Flies
03:09
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I saw your eyes like carnival signs
And knew you were the one for me.
I don't need a cup of tea
When you see how sweet honey can be.
You caught my eyes and collective views
With your mind like electric flies.
I don't need a cup of tea,
When I look to the red ruby skies.
Electric flies will come for you
Like electric flies came for me.
Electric eyes caught like bugs in electricity.
Cut me with your lip sheathed scimitar smile
And split my ribcage free.
I don't need a cup of tea
Open me to set me free.
Slowly your kisses of fibreglass
Weave into my cracked red lips.
I guess I need that cup of tea
But I can never quit.
Electric flies will come for you
Like electric flies came for me.
Electric eyes caught like bugs in electricity.
Electricity. In electricity.
Electric flies will come for you
Like electric flies came for me.
Electric eyes caught like bugs in electricity.
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9. |
Crack In The Sky
03:17
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Dear the girl that I met by the window
Who knew you were born to lie?
And if someday you found I was there
All we could do is cry.
Fall in love with a lie
And fall on my knees
Fall in love with a lie.
Falling through a crack in the sky.
Although your fevered urges
You still thought it was best to die
And though I am your bending willow
I cannot destroy your lie.
Fall in love with a lie
And fall on my knees
Fall in love with a lie.
Falling through a crack in the sky.
Eventually you'll show who you are
And I'll be there like a shooting star
To finally show you to the world
For better or worse.
Though you lied and leaned upon me
I could not leave you,
And you try to do as much as I
And I forgive you.
Fall in love with a lie,
And fall on my knees
Fall in love with a lie
Falling through a crack in the sky.
Eventually you'll show who you are
And I'll be there like a shooting star
To finally show you to the world
For better or worse.
Fall in love with a lie
And into my arms
Fall in love with a lie
And into my arms
Fall in love with a lie
And into my arms
Into my arms and in love with a lie.
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10. |
Rain And Seeds
03:01
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I want to be the bigger man,
I want to tell you all I can,
I want to show you all I know,
How to drive and where to go.
As we drove through the mountain side,
Shadows climbing at our car,
I was fighting the shadows in my mind
But it seems to me you were driving to
Somewhere I never knew I knew
Off the road we'd learnt by heart,
Another road we drove my car.
The world goes by at its devoted pace
People go by in their life long race
They move towards their futures blind
And who're they leaving behind?
The seed will fall and become a tree
The rain will fall and become the sea
They move towards their futures blind
And they're leaving me behind.
Their paths are certain, their lives are known,
Not worried about who they are.
I wonder into which tree I've grown,
But it seems to me, you've been growing too
Into the sea, a deeper blue
A droplet just the hundredth part
Another leaf is all we are.
The seed will fall and become a tree
The rain will fall and become the sea
They move towards their futures blind
And they're leaving me behind.
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11. |
Water Based Bacteria
04:17
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Spiral down in a blur of light
Like a billow of milky tea
Passing through an endless night
Caught here eternally.
Mountains rise, break and fall
Fruit falls from every tree
Winds changing encompass all
Caught here eternally.
Cities stand cos people pass
With, around or straight through me.
Treading streets that are paved with glass
Caught here eternally.
Water based bacteria
Move around in a formless sea.
Chemicals calling loud and clear
We're caught here eternally.
Atoms pass through the needle's eye
Looking out into the sky.
Atoms pass through the needle's eye
Seconds drip the eons by.
Amniotic currents
Come in like a torrent.
Atoms pass through the needle's eye
Seconds drip the eons by.
Water based bacteria
Move around in a formless sea
Oscillations come wildly
To the Samsaran deity.
Oscillations come wildly
Ripples bursting blindly.
Water based bacteria
Move around in a formless sea
Atoms pass through the needle's eye
Seconds drip the eons by.
Oscillations come wildly
Ripples bursting blindly.
These inter-amoebal politics.
Amniotic currents
Come in like a torrent.
Water based bacteria
Move around in a formless sea.
Chemicals calling loud and clear
We're caught here eternally.
Spiral down in a blur of light
Like a billow of milky tea
Passing through an endless night
Caught here eternally.
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12. |
Walking In Wasted
02:56
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Here he comes walking in wasted.
He has found he's got a taste of
Lonely nights spent in the corner
Waiting for his lucky aura.
Ah, he's wasted.
Walking in wasted.
He walks by undressed and torn
By the passerby with scorn.
He looks like he's seen it all
From the floor by the bedroom wall.
Ah, he's wasted
Walking in wasted.
Moving out of his bedroom.
Moving outwards through the gloom.
Still, he needs to find a way
To get out and with the day.
He is wasted.
He is wasted.
Here he comes walking on blisters.
He looks like he's pained and listless
But we'll never know for sure,
Because he's loose and insecure.
Ah, he's wasted
Walking in wasted.
Ah, he's wasted
Walking in wasted.
Ah, he's wasted
Walking in wasted.
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13. |
Still Desperate (Still)
02:30
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Still desperate
Still desperate
Still desperate
Still desperate
Still desperate
Still desperate
Still desperate
If that's all you got then what was it before?
Still desperate
You don't realise you have footprints anymore
Still desperate
How can I hold you when you're so intangible?
Your shadow is the only thing available.
I'm desperate.
Still desperate (still)
Still desperate (still)
Still desperate (still)
Still desperate (still)
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14. |
Wildflower
03:45
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I think you'd look nice in a field
Maybe sitting down.
You'd probably wear the hat you do
And possibly the scarf you like too.
You're definitely sitting down.
And this wildflower comes out today.
You would look nice in a field
Full of dandelions.
You'd tilt your head at the sky
And a flower would catch my eye.
Maybe a bluebell or a daisy.
And this wildflower comes out today.
I think a dandelion would suit you best.
Vibrant yellow flares.
Every single one of them stands out proud
They are themselves in every crowd.
I think you're a wildflower.
And this wildflower comes out today.
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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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