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Pigeon Milk
02:33
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lights out I’m down to fuck
dribble pigeon milk in my mouth
my mind’s in pieces
beneath sweaty sheets and
I’m a renaissance guy
roughing a vision of you on a bandsaw
I cannot do my due diligence
my heart has taken over
my left side's a crashed computer
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I don't want to leave the house
I don't want to see anyone who'll ask me questions about why I've not been out
when I go out I'm stuck behind
someone slow and smokey
nervous sweat leaves my clothes soaking
hope I'm clipped by a car
get a few weeks off work
that'll ease my mind
I can finally shut my eyes
in a quiet bed now at last I'll spend the night out on my side
and I won't leave
I'm alright here
though my straight legs cocooned
make the morning come round sooner
hope I'm hit by a car
get a few weeks off work
that'll ease my mind
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3. |
Hot Nuts
01:38
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sticky sweet and stuck together
they'll get in my way
as I fight towards the bus
and I can't decide
if I'd rather die
or wait for a
stuffed pretzel or felted hat
I can't even
take it seriously
incomplete and parasitic
it stretches around
and aims to join itself
and I sit astride
a bull sitting proud
above the crowd
tomorrow I'll walk the long way around
I can't even
take it seriously
I'd rather die
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4. |
Specific Rim
02:39
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calendars were never kind to me
but could this be an indication
I should not
refuse to take
a gamble on
a confidence
trick bar
cos I might find my
Ginger Rogers, Fred Astaire
an Egon Schiele caricature’s eyes
not great at staying in touch
not great at keeping up
not great at doing what I'm told
standing outside, walking home
from pencil lines to thighs
can I fabricate
that this is not working out
do you really want to go out still
I've got my reservations if I'm honest
we could paint the hell out of this town
but I'm all ready already to stay in
coming on to convince readily
that I can find
my jeopardy, my Canada
my Avril Lavigne eyeliner
on the floor and quite unstable
watch me curl up in a ball while you’re setting up the table
not great at staying in touch
not great at keeping up
not great at doing what I'm told
standing outside, walking home
from pencil lines to thighs
can I fabricate
that this is not working out
do you really want to go out still
I've got my reservations if I'm honest
we could paint the hell out of this town
but I'm already all ready to stay in
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the rail replacement chugs down the motorway
presents filling the aisles
and we’re buying for people we’ve no idea about
who don’t care for us either
when I first broke out my winter coat
I found a five pound note
but 5 months later got moths in my wallet
that brief flash of hope was a slippery slope
and I’m face down
bloody nose on the ground
hold it together keep your mouth shut
it’ll be over soon enough
the weight off your chest when you arrive back at home
untethered you’ll start to float
the three days at work between now and new year
are a blissful calming joy
no one to bother you
quiet and still
the beautiful sound
of just yourself in the house
the rail replacement stops at the services
stench of the loo lingers on
and we’re patiently waiting for the next replacement
as ours has had enough
it’s hard, it’s tough
when one day is too much
and a long christmas break
feels like a massive mistake
christmas christmas yeah yeah yeah
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Migeon Pilk
01:52
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7. |
Scared
03:11
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8. |
Not Huts
01:16
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9. |
Tackley Talk
02:41
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our friends live pretty close together and
on nice days we let them get to know each other
they'll dip their heads
in the other's food and
tread it into the grass
the chickens have sprouted lips and teeth and tongues and
they're working out drinking through a straw and swallowing
their lives there aren't
made any richer but
they're not made any worse
we'll finally give up
and join the hutches together
stretch the runs across the garden
and they can do whatever they want to
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10. |
Crowded Thoughts
03:10
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going out of style
I was never on top of it
falling down backwards and breaking my neck
got crowded thoughts
got no attention
I can't think without the tv on
so now I'm tired
napping upright
see out today on the sofa asleep
the house is quiet
as I wake up late or is it early
the dark makes it hard for my head to comprehend
and I'll sneak around
doing my own thing
should I wait up til work
or should I try to sleep again
the hours tick by
and while I'm having fun right now
I'll regret it 12 hours later
when my head rests on the bus window
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11. |
Lasagne (Slow Version)
01:33
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I’m at work
in a meeting
wet pits stick to my shirt
and I’m speaking
in front of
like 3 people
none of whom mean anything to me
but I don’t like speaking
and I don’t like people
and I don’t like anything
or anyone
I’m out now
on the bus home
elbow on the window lip
and I’m squeezed in
to my seat
his legs stretch out
his knee and shoulder pushing into me
but I don’t like speaking
and I don’t like people
and I don’t like anything
or anyone
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