1. |
Pulling
03:42
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Eyes meet across the room, nothing either soul can do.
'cept feel the thrill, the eerie chill, and slip and slide into the womb,
Of happy gasps and awkward words, sweet intentions, and absurd,
flights of fancy,
Never proven, always antsy, to move it forward,
Now approaching, ever closer, body starting, to muster up,
All that courage, for the moment, face to face, and then
Shan't be ruined, can't help but feel, that it's the cider, oh tonight, that makes this real, but on this night, o holy night, I couldn't give two flying fucks.
Lips meet, tasting sweet, but also sour at this hour, sweat begins to bead,
On their foreheads, as they grasp, making moves, actions pass,
getting faster, the elixer, of the harmonious embrace.
Those watching eyes, sneering smiles, could not be there, for all they know,
the floor it swallows them in deep, this is theirs not ours to keep,
the moment lasting, everlasting feeling full not half, again, they come for air,
Shan't be ruined, i said inside, thought it's the cider, oh tonight, that made this real, no plan to pull, but pull I did, and I'm so glad, that I'm here.
You pulling?
You asking?
I'm asking
I'm pulling.
As they come untwined, what happens now? They fish inside, of pockets,
reaching in, for the numbers, to exchange, make this feeling last for days, maybe months, maybe years, maybe marriage, most likely tears,
But the hope, from deep within, keeps them wishing, stays the game,
Can it last? They'll never know, even old couplings lose,
At the first fight, that flirty night, the dalliance at work, but it's needed to us all,
So keep pushing past the squall, those rainy nights of melancholy that might cleave, and wreck, and divide, and precipitate those lonely minds
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2. |
Love
02:44
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I fell out of love with you.
My mind, a triptych of crazy,
Scrabbling along on the bottom of a pan you've not washed in too long...
I fell out of love with you.
One point, it just felt too lazy.
To stick on this path, on the road with a lass, who just couldn't or wouldn't help me.
I fell out of love with you.
In the end we couldn't contain me.
I felt like a can of shook up coke, tapping on the verge of explosion.
I fell out of love with you.
You have to understand.
It just happened one day that someone came up my way, she laughed and it made me unchained.
I fell in to love with her.
It makes me cry.
I'll marry this girl, and I know I hurt you, but it's better this way believe me.
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3. |
Hangover (Part 1)
02:34
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Early to bed, late to rise.
The sleep encrusted in my eyes.
Bam bam bam bam goes my fuzzy head,
I never, truly was, alive.
Now I could soliloquise,
Dust off, those filthy lies,
But I won't
A signal, from afar.
A door, half ajar.
I make my journey to the smell.
I'm many miles away from heaven.
Now I could soliloquise,
Dust off, those filthy lies,
But I won't
Now the nausea, it comes in waves.
Feels it will go on for days.
I'm leaning starboard now,
There's no applause for me at all
Now I could soliloquise,
Dust off, those filthy lies,
But I won't
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4. |
Year of Known
01:40
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Standing washing dishes,
While both feigning indifference,
To the problems crystal clear, centre front
Those long forgotten kisses,
On the floating, ethereal, mistress,
Come crashing into, the stillness in my mind.
I find myself thinking back,
Onto feelings past,
And wondering, if, this really really really is.
But now it's fade to clarity,
As your tirade comes back to me,
And we poke, we barb, you twist my aching bones.
Maybe saunter off,
But fear it creeps on up,
And we settle for another year of known.
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5. |
On Me, On You
02:48
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is it really at the end you want to begin?
starting with a misunderstanding and come back again
shooting yourself back into my consciousness
I dreamt about you last night I must confess
now that you've seen it you want it back
but I've lost it once before
and I'm losing it again
and some of thats on me but some of thats on you
burn it all, forget the good
I'm not sorry, nor are you
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6. |
What's For You
03:08
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And she's aff,
Declined to even say,
A curt goodbye,
The feeling's mutual,
I'm sure,
The broken cup,
Was the final stick,
With which this furrowed,
Beaten, blob, this,
Glaekit mess,
Un-ruly, kempt, or cared for,
She's walked straight out the front,
Door, left the keys in the lock,
Taken books but left the dog,
And now the train descends to.
Haaaaaaaaarrrrr, coming in fae the firth,
Pea souping all the houses and the cars,
Cannae take any more o this,
This duets a pile of...
Slouched, prone, atop the seat,
Slight tears well up inside,
Push it down,
Push it down,
It's no been right for some time now,
You've fought, and bickered,
Made a cat - fight,
over every tiny little twig,
Ignoring the greater tree,
As the boughs and trunk grow weak,
Don't forget the dirty sock,
The smelly shoes,
The manky locks,
Sure you loved it once before,
But get out get out get out to
Haaaaaaaaarrrrr, coming in fae the firth,
An analogy of what's before,
As your mum said afore,
What's for you'll no go past you.
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7. |
57
04:12
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half cut, my hair's a mess
cant seem to shake the image of that dress
i tell the driver
take me home, take me home
i stumble upon my pew
cant seem to shake the image of me and you
put my head in hands
take me home, take me home
ive been ruined again
the plan was half past ten
but here we are again
one am, two am
three am, four am
five am, six am
my feet approach my face
cant believe im still this old disgrace
i swore id never be
take me home, take me home
getting further gone
cant even remember our old song
where have we gone
take me home, take me home
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8. |
Neil Buchanan
01:26
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If I was a boat, with a rusty bilge,
Would you strip me back, and make me new?
If I was a tube of Pringles, sour cream and chive,
Would you leave the lid off, and make me soft and dry?
And oooh, it goes on,
And oooh, it goes on, oh oh oh oh.
If I was peace lily, in need of a drink,
Would you take me to, your dusty kitchen sink?
And if I was that guy, from art attack?
Would you draw Neil buchanan, upon my back?
And oooh, it goes on,
And oooh, it goes on, oh oh oh oh.
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9. |
Pane
01:04
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Water drips, the hinges squeak,
Thougbt I was so discreet.
Sneaking in so quiet,
But sounding like a riot.
Fiddling with the tap,
It's all down ma lap.
And for the ending I read,
Face down upon my bed.
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10. |
Pushed
03:07
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You've pushed it before and you'll push it again,
You've pushed it before and you'll push it again,
Back in this place, you always end up.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5,
How many can you go?
Is the feeling good, and so,
You'll keep drinking from the well,
Telling truth but signing lies,
You've pushed it before and you'll push it again,
You've pushed it before and you'll push it again,
We're back here again,
Sipping on the couch,
Contrare to our affairs,
Spinning webs too deep to breach,
Out of each partner's reach.
Which of us is more to blame,
I'm not sure, it's all too..
Spinning, spinning tiny little lies up,
Spinning, hinging, feeling that the games too close,
knowing, feeling, no thing's quite the same, and,
Dripping dripping, dripping from the pane of truth.
Can you, can you, can you keep it up?
Twisting, winding, clinging to the path,
Edifice, elapse, can you claw it back,
Rushing, rushing, make the link and then,
The face, in front, shows the glimmer of,
Relief, good grief, supine once again,
And you, just you, finally contorts that,
Mouth, into, another gleaming grin,
Knowing, crowing, finally the Vic,.
Tory, victory, victory,
And you recall
You've pushed it before and you'll push it again,
You've pushed it before and you'll push it again,
Aye, and you'll probably get away with it too
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