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Digging
03:50
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I wanna tell you how I’ve been put down.
Had my feelings scraped across the ground.
Felt my tears hot against cold misery.
Counted my tears.
Held me down in the dirt, he spat in my face.
Running back home became so common place.
Never understood childish hostility.
Misunderstood.
This all happened before.
It won’t happen again.
Never felt the grip so tight.
I’ll keep digging.
If growing old is learning then there’s no time for blame.
History comes knocking on your door to explain.
Felt my years screaming for posterity.
Counted my years.
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2. |
Amanush
02:23
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I’ve got a feeling your god must hate me
To make me share this whole thing with you
Your shadow falls across all that’s dear.
White witch your winter is here.
When you walk laughing in the snow
Make sure the ice don’t thaw out your soul
And if I ever did the same,
The same as you to me…
I just wouldn’t.
I thought you’d taught me how to walk
You just taught me how to crawl.
I hope I never learn to lie.
Those coloured tongues, they pollute the air.
I hope you choke under clouded skies.
When you walk laughing in the sun
Watch for blisters on your back.
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3. |
Buddha #1
00:54
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Er ist Buddha.
Er is der Bauchnabel Gott
I know a little man with sunburnt hands
And leather sandals
He spreads love all around.
He’s Buddha
I know a gentle woman.
She knows what she’s doing.
She’s moving.
She spreads love all around.
She’s Buddha.
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Too many stories told for you to give up.
Too many for you to live down.
Another rainy night. Another sacrifice.
You’re spreading lies all round this town.
And we’re turning slowly, but never turning away.
It’s 3A.M.; it’s cold and it’s dark
And there’s a snake crawling inside my guts.
Oh, leave me alone. I’m running from home
While I’ve still got my shoes and my shirt.
And we’re turning slowly, but never turning away.
Well, you love the city, and you love all the fools.
You could make them chew off their own legs.
But there’s more than one way to get back at you.
I just want to see bend down and beg,
Bend down beg and say…
We’re turning slowly, but never turning away.
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5. |
Bloodshot
04:04
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There’s too many people shooting up on too many lies
There’s too many windows looking at me through too many eyes
So give me some perspective. Give me something to trust.
Make me aware of the history here.
Give me something won’t rust.
So why do I feel bad when I lock up the dog?
There’s too much of nothing and there’s nothing that’s free.
There’s too much searching for something we’ll never see.
And there’s soft legislation for the heart disease candidates
When all the time they want to tax smack.
You know it’s never too late.
There’s too many windows with too many eyes.
There’s too many people telling too many lies.
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6. |
Pepper
03:42
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It’s just the taste of pepper, pepper and milk
That makes me want to sneeze right into your face
And tell you ‘bout what went on last week at my house
And how we laughed.
It’s just the taste of saccharine, so sweet the deceit,
That makes me want to run, jump, laugh & cry.
Look out of my window, see a cat with purple claws
On any day but this one.
And I can’t see a thing that you say.
And I don’t feel like going away.
And it never seems, like….
It’s just the sense of hatred, you can walk away
And lie back and look at the stars as they shine.
And try to figure out what it means to hop a spoon on a loom.
It’s summer soon.
It’s just the sense of wonder, so small but it eats and it breathes
And I know it can talk.
Colour seeds, to colour another.
And nothing’s ever falling apart.
But I can’t see a thing that you say.
And I don’t feel like going away.
And it never seemed that easy to me.
Because I can’t see a single thing that you say.
It’s just the taste of saccharine.
See into my eyes.
Just the taste of cinnamon
Such a sweet disguise.
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7. |
Shivers
04:00
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Cry like a river and don't rock the boat.
Send out some shivers just to keep it afloat.
Don't rock the boat.
I heard you begging, but you can't come in.
Then I saw you grinning.
It was ugly as sin.
No you can't come in.
Leave your message on the side here.
Leave it just to let me know.
Send me the reason why
And wake me when you go.
Stall your little engine and keep out of my way.
Well, maybe just tonight then, but I can't let you stay.
So keep out of my way.
Climbing into everywhere and crawling down my spine.
Shivering forever, but I won't make you mine.
Crawling down my spine.
Could you come closer, if I would go away?
Would you leave us alone, y'know just for today?
Would you leave us alone in a little while?
Get off the runway, try and gather up a smile
And don't come back if we say nothing
Don't come back if we just look
We'll look away, now we don't say
We'll look away.
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8. |
Vega-Tables
02:22
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I’m gonna be round my vegetables
I’m gonna chow down my vegetables
I love you most of all;
My favourite vegetables.
If you brought a big, brown bag of them home.
I’d jump up and down and hope you’d toss me a carrot.
I’m gonna keep well my vegetables.
Cart off and sell my vegetables.
I love you most of all;
My favourite vegetables.
Mmmm, tabavegels.
I threw away my candy bar and I ate the wrapper
And when they told me what I’d done I burst into laughter
Chomp! Chomp! Chomp! Chomp!
I know that you feel better
When you send us in your letter
And tell us the name of your favourite vegetables.
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9. |
Grandma's Kitchen
02:27
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I heard that song again. The one I heard in grandma’s kitchen.
The one I used to listen to when you were away.
You used to hold my life now you’re just a stolen moment
Only seen on looking back from what I have today.
There’s something in destruction.
Something in the end of things.
Such a morbid fascination.
What made you think you’d always win?
I heard that song again. The one I heard in grandma’s kitchen.
The one I used to hold you to every rainy day.
This is the very last, the last song that I’ll write of you
One last drop in devotion
Only seen, never felt. No more.
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10. |
Buddha #2
01:36
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What is love without suffering?
Can you know peace without depression?
Can there be law without chaos?
Om Shri Ram Jai, Ram Jai Jai Ram
Walk the middle path.
What is love without loneliness?
Can there be joy without rejection?
Is there tomorrow without yesterday?
What is life without living?
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11. |
Drainpipe Jane
03:50
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Just skin and bones and something always alone.
Blood-veined eyes. Shaking, unsteady hands.
Painted lady smiles.
The brittle snapping of human conceits.
Just death and deceit.
Choking on dust and defeat.
I never said this would happen to you.
I never guessed this would happen to you.
White, like a strip light glare in a long-forgotten room.
A red gash cracks so obscene.
It’s all we expect from you.
You never kept us waiting.
We wouldn’t think to ask you around.
So thinly veiled; your insecurities run you aground.
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12. |
Buddha #3
01:20
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I won’t get loaded like the rest of the world.
I won’t false face like the rest of the world.
I won’t work for nothing like the rest of the world.
I won’t do nothing like the rest of the world.
Umberto says he plays the blues.
I won’t talk shit like the rest of the world.
I won’t walk out like the rest of the world.
I won’t come on like the rest of the world.
I wouldn’t do that to the rest of the world.
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13. |
Echo
03:35
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It's so easy to forget who you are,
But it's not easy to find out where you belong.
But everywhere there's bullshit called justice.
And everywhere there's corruption and control.
And everywhere there's a levelling influence.
I have never found the average man.
I could dream I could make believe I was free.
But I can feel the killing machine around me.
Went to the voting post today.
Won't do me no good anyway.
But I have got to have my say.
How can I life of nothing fade away?
But inside is what I keep for myself.
Inside is a place they can never go.
Powerless, but not unaware.
I have never found the average woman.
I could dream I could make believe I was free.
But I can feel the killing machine around me.
I could dream I could make believe I was free.
But I can feel it all closing in around me.
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14. |
Misery Town
05:01
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It’s been a long time since I last said anything like this.
Winter is here watch words disappearing in mist.
Passions flare and burn and then grow cold.
Thoughts and movements once so young
Have now grown old.
I’ve seen your misery town.
People shuffling around.
There’s a piano in the corner.
Old and dusty, no-one comes to play.
And pretty sister phoned around
Her boyfriend didn’t call, just blew the date.
And the cheeky schoolboys behind bars
Swear they’ll never do those things again.
But how can we believe them
When we know they know no shame?
Old lady, not so old.
I know you won’t forget.
Old lady, not so old
How can you forget?
Revenge
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15. |
Revenge
02:32
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Revenge for not sleeping last night
Waking up to see your stupid, staring, ugly face.
Revenge for not doing it my way
See you broken. See you hurting.
I’m taking you down again.
Can’t you see I’ve got a fire
It’s burning in my eyes.
I’ve got hot sweat running
And my friend Mr Hate
Can you hear me? I’ve got a hold on myself
There’s an old Polish bubble car;
Throw it against a wall and bleed.
Can you feel me under the surface?
I’m gonna crack open.
You know you’ve seen it all.
Can’t you see I’ve got a fire
It’s burning in my eyes.
I’ve got hot sweat running
And my friend Mr Hate
Let me sleep!
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16. |
What Do You Think?
04:05
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I’ve been driving twelve hours through the dark and the rain.
I’ve been staying awake just to see you again.
What do you think of that?
Tell me what do you think of that?
I’ve been going through you boxes while you’re working in town.
I found all the letters he wrote to you.
It didn’t bring me down.
What do you think of that?
Tell me what do you think of that?
What do you think of that?
Don’t you know I’ll be back?
I’ve been driving twelve hours through the dark and the rain.
I’ve been staying awake just to see you again.
What do you think of that?
Tell me what do you think of that?
Home is where I’m at when I see you smile.
I may stay for a day. I may stay for a little while.
What do you think of that?
Tell me what do you think of that?
What do you think of that?
Don’t you know I’ll be back?
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17. |
Buddha #4
00:48
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Well, there’s a red glow over the desert that’s lighting up the sky.
A pick-up truck parked not too close and two old friends nearby.
When the flames light up their faces there’s a tear in every eye.
The sun went down a long time ago and again when the fire died.
And they’re saying goodbye to a friend.
Someone who changed all their lives.
And I never knew him.
They said he had crazy eyes.
Well, he played a guitar, and he sang a bit with his special lady friend
He’d hit the bottle just a bit too hard, but it seemed he’d always mend
‘Cos he was young and rich and gifted with a voice could make you cry
But he rode his boat too far from shore. He never got home that night.
So what have we given and what have we taken?
What would we try again?
Who have we loved and who have we lost?
Who can we call our friends?
The fire’s burned out the sun’s climbing high.
The pick-up’s headed for home
And out on the desert a smiling young singer
Knows that he’s not alone.
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Sink London, UK
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