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Delicatex (Bullet Hole)
02:40
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I know you want it all
My sex, my rock n' roll
My favorite alcohol
You know I want it all
Before I sell my soul
Let's busk and have a ball
Take me out
I'm feeling way too small
Down by the hanging wall
While I wait in for your call
Before I slip and fall
Under your wrecking ball
I'm gonna send you flying
You are beautiful
My bullet hole
I lose control
Whenever you come
I know you want it all
Somebody to appall
A living, breathing doll
You know I want it all
So soothe my aching soul
Before you claim your toll
I'll twist, you shout
I know you want it all
My sex, my rock n' roll
My favorite alcohol
You know I want it all
Before the curtain call
I'm gonna send you flying
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Star
04:44
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My room is full of you
You're still everywhere
I can still hear you pacing at night
And feel you getting in bed and hugging me
And I keep writing songs for you
Songs to keep you company
And I still think about you
Are you still thinking of me?
Can we see something that the people can't grasp?
You know we're two strangers in our marvelous past
Just you and me
Do we belong in this conscious world
Where the people are fighting for a stupid goal?
They're not themselves
And I know you must shine wherever you are
Time can be a dangerous thing
When it is slipping away
Sometimes I find myself wondering
Should or shouldn't I call you
'Cos I need to know that you're alright out there
In their world
Can we see something that the people can't grasp?
You know we're two real people in a fake world
Just you and me
We don't belong in this righteous town
Where the people are losing sleep because they ought to
They want to lose the chains
They won't
And I know you must shine wherever you are
You're a star wherever you are
And I can hear you call my name
You're a star wherever you are
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"I've passed just fifty miles"
Susannah said to me
"It's all the same, but I'm to blame
I'm falling off my feet"
And I said
"Opposite girl, dance and sing
'til this all goes away"
"Don't want to roam the streets
where all the people don't know me"
"Move on, Susannah"
"See me and tell me nothing matters
Nothing ever will"
"It's just bad vibes in the atmosphere
and I won't let you go"
I said
Been lying on the ground
in your old cotton winter coat
Counting aeroplanes and memories
of the days when you weren't so remote
So get up for me now
dance and sing me a song
Take off your mask, you are beautiful
A new day's on its way
Hold on and say you'll stay
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4. |
Stranger's Song
03:36
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Oh let me take you home
It's our Christmas here today
In all the silence
I don't understand what you are saying
Oh let me take you home
Meet your future here today
In all the silence
I don't understand
What you are saying
As I walk you home again
Let me in
So we could be dancing tonight
The thin line is gone now
There is no other way
And I know your mama said
I am a no-one
Just hangin' in Camden Town
And shoplifting people's feelings
The thin line is gone now
I know your mama says
That I am just damaged goods
I am a no one
Hangin' in Camden Town
And shoplifting people's feelings
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We're all fractions
Of an endless whole
Just tiny specks of light
But we are the world itself
When we unite
When we mash
We can bring a change
And make it all right
Can you hear
All the voices turn to one
So loud and clear
Lose your fear now
See that light
Feel the change
Join in the fight
We are magical
We are brighter than the sun
We are boundless
We are illumination
Elevation
One big nation
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6. |
The Reborn
03:45
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She came back with her friend
Holding his hand again
She knows that I am watching
She will dance with her friend
He'll show her such tenderness
While she grabs his bottom
And he will fill her glass
When they're done with this dance
They will dance in her bedroom
In my sleep I will walk
Pretend I'm awake and talk
As if she is listening
I'll be stirring my wheel
To the land of the killer deal
While she fucks his money
And she will be his slave girl
And even his favorite catalog model
We can go to the hills
I will buy you a mountain
And build you a castle
With a (fuc)king size bed
We can talk until everyone else disappears
We're together again
Together again
She came back with her friend
They're kissing as if they were happy
As if I weren't there
I would sing
I would dance
I would never never never let myself
Believe she is happy
With her sex to spare
And I'll lean on
And buy me an armour and gun
It is time to be reborn
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7. |
Simplesong
01:58
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I'm up for dancing when you sing
And I'm up for singing when you dance
I'm up for eating anything you make
I'm up for shaking when you stir
And I'm up for stirring when you shake
I'm up whenever you're awake
But I'm down, down, down
when you're leaving
I am down, down, down
when you're not around
I am down, down, down
when you don't make a sound
Oh baby
I'm basement low when you say no
Such a low
Watch me go
Down
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I saw your face
Through your own eyes
And felt disdain's reflection
Your sorrow's pace,
Pulse pumping lies,
Long lost in the translation.
My own unrest
Put to the test
Nerve endings eager allies.
Fates never guessed
Pains pierce my chest
Sad souls breach glassy blue skies.
This prison, this panopticon
Where everything you love is gone...
Your mirror like
A spider web
Re-connects the shattered bits.
With all your might
You fight the ebb
That sucks your mind off all wits.
A helpless guard
I am ashamed
Your edges should not hurt me.
Where do I start
Emotions maimed
I swear to not let you be.
This prison, this panopticon
Where everything you love is gone...
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Swimming
00:58
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Whilst flying through an azure cloud
A crystal girl I'd spy
She kissed the blue bird's honey tongue
And stuttered as she sighed
I wish to sing the Ching-a-Ling song
Ching-a-Ling song is fine
I'd give my jewels and caviar
To make this daydream mine
Ching-a-Ling, Ching-a-Ling, Ching-a-Ling...
While stepping through a heaven's eye
Two lover souls we spied
They wished the cloud boys sang to me
A cheerful happy cry
We love to play our love-strong hearts
No better do we know
No gifts of money do we give
For love is all we own
Ching-a-Ling, Ching-a-Ling, Ching-a-Ling...
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11. |
Intertwined
04:26
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let's just lie here
for a little while
let's turn off our minds
my skin, your skin
armourless
untamed
intertwined
let's disappear
in each other's isle
let's leave the devil behind
my sin, your sin
meaningless
our maims intertwined
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12. |
Singalong Jack
03:18
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Worked all through the day
Now he wants to play
Goes to town
Where he can drown his sorrows
And no one knows better than him
How to drown their sorrows
Gets into the queue
Knows what he has to do
To be quick
To get it done before they even notice
And no one knows better than him
How to not be noticed
He hides his gun
And chooses one
To hit and run
When done with his wine
The night is young
And yet unsung
And he is hung
So everything's fine fine fine
Morning comes violently
Bright and loud as ever
Morning arrives as he
Wakes up next to whoever
Another day of disarray
Of doing all
That needs to be done
So much to do now
Bloody hell
The day hasn't even begun
So…
He gets out of bed
Bins the sheets of red
Damn, No one knows
The amount of work one goes through
When playing all night every night
It is such a sorrow
He'll drown it tonight
And would deal with it tomorrow
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13. |
Fall
03:04
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We are falling
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14. |
A Memory
01:32
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Weave yourself a memory
To cherish as you part from me
Don't paint it blue
Don't compose it in a minor key
If your bicycle won't take you straight to heaven
Dig it up and bathe in it
Be young and carefree
And if your bicycle won't take you straight to heaven
Dig it up and bathe in it
We'll soon meet in the skies
In our own paradise
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