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apples for cattle
03:16
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Frightened of moving like magnets
it's useless to try and control anything at all
And wide-open spaces echo with jokes that are tasteless
so I'll curl up and sleep in your bottom drawer.
Well it's no use in sitting on words that were written
to float throughout our souls
And the cooks in the kitchen next to where we first admitted
that we love each other lean over porridge bowls.
There's too much to say,
I try and say it anyway,
I love you with all my heart I promise I'm coming home.
So if you'll wait,
I'll blow you kisses everyday.
Riots storm the land, next to snaking traffic jams,
the trick with juggling is to look straight ahead
And some messages stick with us, like 'you should never run with scissors'
and there are things you've told me that I'll never forget.
Breathe in delicious smoke wisps like fingers
curl over our cities as we snooze
So we'll throw apples for cattle, and please don't ever be doubtful,
that if the world came down, I'd come looking for you.
There's too much to say,
I try and say it anyway,
I love you with all my heart I promise I'm coming home.
So if you'll wait,
Soon I'll kiss you everyday.
So we'll throw apples for cattle, and please don't ever be doubtful,
that if the world came down, I'd come looking for you,
if the world came down, I'd come looking for you,
if the world came down, I'd come looking for you.
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larynx ice rinks
02:54
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grapefruit
turnstile
bean bag
baguette
lightbulb
meaning
hamster
lilo
pasta
buttons
rope burn
perfume
hold-up
giddy
romance
lampost
larynx
ice-rinks
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different shades of glue
04:52
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The middlest pip of the passion fruit
spits and rips its fleshy suit
exposing what it's supposed to hide.
What do I look like inside?
It's different shades of glue.
I swallow words like a bear eats fish
but I grant them all one dying wish.
They slot themselves inside my cheeks,
sometimes they stay there for weeks,
but then I wash them down.
I found some eyeballs on the beach,
I skimmed them infinitely.
I even put some in a pipe,
smoked them ‘til the dark got light.
When did you get that shape?
I count the hairs on my back
to try and help me to relax.
Sometimes I get as far as ten
but then I have to start again,
lest I forget.
I wonder what it's like to be frozen,
maybe I could just dip my toes in.
A lifetime comprised of a sequence
of partial experience
and I'll never quite add up.
Show me your whole computer-full,
well none of you are beautiful.
I'm reinforcing everyday
my desire to escape.
My coat gets stuck on your gate.
Trample down but trample light
and are you fighting the good fight.
Often I don't hear what people say
I pretend I do anyway
and I doubt I’m missing out.
Lay down on the hay
like newborn babies must be weighed,
there is a time and there's a place,
I don't know why I have to wait,
I’ve only got so long.
We can keep the empty skins,
dry them out and make new things,
a spoon to scatter salt on wounds,
a funnel to blow up balloons.
Does it make our lives complete?
You’d better believe it.
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A frosted outcome of twisted consequence
and a spear sharpened by its own threats
so you should never listen to compliments
and keep your ears open in self-defence.
So you stay on your feet with a steady critique
and you never close your eyes even when you go to sleep
and you never missed out on a missed beat
and scream and shout for justice.
Well there's right and there's wrong and there's historical inconsistency
and behind them all is inevitable atrocity
and behind that still is rabid hilarity
so no matter what you do you're acting out a parody,
but of what I'm not sure.
Every sunset bathes countless secrets,
the harshest of words in the lightest traces.
Now a porcupine's spines detach when attacked,
there are plenty of people who are just like that.
So you stay on your feet with a steady critique
and you never close your eyes even when you go to sleep
and you never missed out on a missed beat
and scream and shout for justice.
Well there's right and there's wrong and there's historical inconsistency
and behind them all is inevitable atrocity
and behind that still is rabid hilarity
so no matter what you do you're acting out a paro - bloo bla dee dap him kla gooby gooby rim tar lo do grim par chook hampa lim lam soonoo gla paa lalala toomin paa noo gaaa
Da da da da da dada, da da da da da dada, da da da da da dada, da da da da dada...
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stitch round my fingers
03:14
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Stitch round my fingers -
we listen to the lake,
you say how can we ever cope,
I say it takes what it takes takes takes.
Dragonflies romance each other
by crashing in the air,
you say I'm having enough fun
just sitting here.
We kick our feet in the water
but I can't shake the fear
that something might bite or drag us under:
scared of the dark; terrified of the unclear.
Moss springs beneath us,
I breathe in as you breathe out.
The air smells like fresh glass,
cutting our thoughts out out out.
Watch ducks paddle by
followed closely by ducklings
and everything we work so hard for
loses its meaning.
We kick our feet in the water
but I can't shake the fear
that something might bite or drag us under:
scared of the dark; terrified of the unclear.
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Memories come back out of place -
pay attention to the background and then trace
the details while they still remain,
all those cracked and peeling window pains
and the faces that stare from the insides,
they watch the river weave and wind
like us they can't make up their minds
like us they can't make up their minds.
Take me to all your favourite places,
read to me from the best pages,
pause to breathe upon my neck,
the grass can grow around our heads.
I just wish everything could be easy,
I guess that's not very profound
but sometimes I just get bored of listening
and I get bored of making sounds.
But what I have learnt this year is that I don't want to die
.
No creature understands the other's grunts
and I know that I'm the only one
who thinks the way that I do
and you are the only one like you.
Can you balance a pea on every finger
and the two thumbs at either end?
That's what it feels like to make everyone happy
and I can only try to try my best.
I'm so sorry if I drop you,
I'm so sorry if you fall,
I do not know if I can help it,
I just do not know at all.
I can only offer all the comfort
your head can find upon my chest,
I just hope you tell me gently
when there isn't any left.
But what I have learnt this year is that I don't want to die.
Cut an orange into segments it looks like teeth,
you can pull them out.
I want to bite your lips,
I want you to bite my mouth.
We can hide like acorns
bury ourselves beneath the leaves,
we can plant ourselves in the mud
so long as we leave holes to breathe.
It’s 50% claustrophobic,
50% comforting,
I'm not really sure if I like it,
I'm not sure why I am screaming.
I like to feel weight on top of me,
I like to feel like I am floating.
I'd really like to dissolve
but I can't quite tell what in.
But what I have learnt this year is that I don't want to die.
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7. |
degas wears adidas socks
02:24
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Where did you get that comb from
it looks awfully nice
but your hair could look much better
in a bowl by the front door.
I'd smell it every day
when I got home.
Draw a line on graph paper
and eat your vegetables
very accurately.
Tap a snail on the eye,
watch the stalk retreat inside
and wonder how that feels
I found a flea on my knee,
it looked up and sang to me
some thing from a musical:
'Consider yourself part of the furniture,
Consider yourself at home'
If a rabbit's foot is good luck
then what abut their little socks?
Just leave the creatures free to roam.
And why buddleia flowers
have such strange powers
over butterflies well we'll just never know.
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On yon bonnie banks and yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love were ever wont to be,
That's the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
Well if you take the high road, and I'll take the low,
Well I'll be in Scotland afore ye,
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
That's the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
'Twas there that we parted, in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where, in purple hue, the highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.
Well if you take the high road, and I'll take the low,
Well I'll be in Scotland afore ye,
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
That's the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
The wee birdies sing, and the wild flowers spring,
And in the moonlight the waters are sleeping.
But broken heart will ken, no second spring again,
Though the woeful may cease frae their grieving.
Well if you take the high road, and I'll take the low,
Well I'll be in Scotland afore ye,
Where me and my true love we will soon meet again,
That's the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
Oh, where me and my true love we will soon meet again,
That's the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
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