1. |
No Stamps In My Passport
04:45
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The way you're talking I know my goose is cooked
but i've never really found a place where I could give it up
I'm a magnet for a savage a cushion for a pin
I am hopelessly afloat on the oceans of your sin.
The way you're talking, I know my goose is cooked
but i've never really found a place where I could give it up
I fucked you on the couch and your boyfriend didn’t mind
but when i see him in the street it feels like now he’s changed his mind
i sit and think every now and then when time allows
try and trace around the shape of when and where and why and how
sitting there in velvet gowns, nothing much to figure out
bitfter in the knuckle of a spinster that would sell me out
but here i am, regardless of the pain
this is not what i was told they call love all the same
I wish I made the music that you really like
you once told me andrew jackson jihad was really nice
i make the opposite, i guess that’s pretty right
just another microcosm of every row we have at night
and yeah we fight, but the fighting isn’t fair
more like a drag out brawl with you pulling at my hair
I’m arch-less with a barclays card debt,
our sparks wet, and i’m terrified i won’t get
to 27, with the way my healths at
a bell staff jacket that i pawned to a friend for my bar tab
if life is struggle than i’m really fucking living
if love is pain, than i feel it every minute
if this is love and not a fling that stuck around
until we took it to abstraction in the bayings of the crowd
I know that she knows I'm not what she asked for
No stamps in my passport or degrees on my dads wall, and
I know that she knows I'm not what she asked for
No stamps in my passport, No stamps in my passport
I know that she knows I'm not what she asked for
No stamps in my passport or degrees on my dads wall, and
I know that she knows I'm not what she asked for
No stamps in my passport, No stamps in my passport
*pop punk noises*
if you look you can foind me (toime)
if you look you can foind me (toime)
toime
toime after toime
toime after toime
in moy moind
in moi moind
I know
I know
i wish i made the music that you really like
blink 1 8 something with a touch of razor light
andrew jackson jihad mixed with NOFX
if i pronounce mind moind will it shiver down your neck
frankly i could give a shit, the music makes me sick
so kick rocks you boring fuck, and take your impotent
nihilistic anthems to the next guy along
tell your boyfriend sorry, I must’ve got this all wrong
toime
toime after toime, toime
toime after toime, toime
I know that she knows I'm not what she asked for
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2. |
Anthem For The Ill
03:01
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I’m sick of waiting room doom and the smell of the paint
it’s not the glory of the end but the length of the wait
I’m not a saint, but i used to really want to be
anything to add an arc to the strained pains of monotony
honestly, heart broke, broke, a joke close to kissing cold chrome
until I blow out the smoke
most don’t know how i talk until they feel it in their bones
and i scramble insides until they match mine so
if there’s a lesson in the grapple and gouge
tell me now, i’m sick of fighting with the phantoms of doubt
my life’s a fight between hope and the presence of doubt
how to live a good life when you’re down and you’re out
i’m a dead man, a dead man
plans fall into ash
as soon as they hit
the palms of my hands
and, and ?
there’s not always an and
it just is what it is, so let go of my hands
and it’s stuck inside my head
and it’s stuck inside my head
and it’s stuck inside my head
I’ll never know why you said what you said
when i broke down, it’s stuck inside my head
I bled to death, just a kid in the morgue
i guess i’ll never get my mind back to how it was before
in the length of human history suffering is common
how foolish to assume that I would stay safe from it
ironic, sardonic cosmos with a timing of a comic
promise me you’ll sit and laugh when the world takes me from it
…
and i can’t feel my legs
and i can’t feel my head
and i can’t feel my breath as it leaps from my chest
in a prayer that was meant
to stop me being here but here is where i went
and here’s where i’ll stay
and here’s where i’ll stay
and here’s where i’ll stay
and it’s stuck inside my head
and it’s stuck inside my head
and it’s stuck inside my head
I’ll never know why you said what you said
when i broke down, it’s stuck inside my head
To my family in the ward, you can have the world
just stay a little longer in the centre of the hurt
just fight a little stronger and you can have my word
we will leave this place together in the ashes and the dirt
life is for the living, death is for the dead
and we are in the former no matter what is said
there’s glory in the fight, there’s honour in the end
there’s love in the trenches there’s god in your friends
i’ll race you to the light, let’s see who gets there quick
playing chicken with Damocles dagger on a string
and when you get to the river styx in a lonely ship
tell him he can suck my fucking dick until the helmet spits
*nostalgic hospital noises - IV bag empty alert and low O2 alert*
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3. |
26 Years (Why Not Me)
05:44
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i mourn for the time i could’ve lived but didn’t though
born in the times of cynical and bitter folk
romantic to a fault but what shimmers always isn’t gold
narratives they haven’t wrote i live gaps between the tropes
and i’m yet to carve a niche, if a niche is what i need
and i’m yet to lose an edge, to help me fitting in with sheep
and i’m sick of bashing heads with the evil and the weak
7 days a fucking week, i’m a mercenary for these
and i know i have a gift, but the gift is pretty vague
tell me what it is that makes me master or a slave
and people told me all my life i was gonna be great
i’m just waiting for the day where it clicks into place
prodigal son in the den of the wolves, looking for home
caught without a port in a storm memorials in stone
all alone at the end of the road, flicking a thumb
rolling die at dumb luck, fucking ended up with crohns
so if this tapestry is perfect, and god don’t make mistakes
and i am fated for the thorny side of what i seem to hate
it’s all good ; It’s all great
i’ve got no love for the whiners and impiety
nihilistic thrashing is a symptom of society
why do puppies die, why do bad things take place ?
and great men self doubt, and villains are made great ?
why am i afflicted with a body that fails?
and sit tests on my nerves with no point to avail
to take part in a world that i could leave in a day
and bleed to death in a ward in the black and the grey
ey, it’s all good it’s all great in the end
i got a portion of divinity alive in my head
i beg, only for a chance so i can put it to use
because i’ve squandered all my years in a world of abuse
i just wanna really stick around for a while
i just wanna really stick around for a while
i just wanna really stick around for a while
i just wanna really stick around for a while
who the fuck am i to shout and rebel?
against the fate that i’m alotted and the size of my cell
Each person has a part, a part is still a part
no matter if it’s long or it quickly departs
i just hold my little light, tell i’m sent on my way
then i’ll fold into the whole back into clay
the suffering is nothing, but the movings of fate
it drags along the stubborn but it’s leading the brave
i got 26 years right down to the day
i got to see my god in action, and sit down and pray
i got to see death and suffering and make it away
i got to fall in love and love and a feel of good and bad
i got to die and make it back, i got this life without a catch
i am honoured to be here and here is where i’m at
and i’ll take all i can
i’ll take all i can
i got 26 years right down to the day
it’s my song, i’ll go as long as i need
drop the beat and bring it back without a fuck to be seen
it must be a dream, how i put the sounds in a scene
and excavate my dirty soul and make it physically here
it’s not a song, it’s a chant, it’s the ether to real
from one plane to another it’s just one of my skills
you’re hearing the gamut of my thoughts in the ward
as i tried to make peace in the middle of war
the reason bad things happen, is you label bad
normal things in life, you never stood a chance
you put your silly wishes on the only thing you have
and tentacle surroundings to avoid being sad
things are just things, irregardless of our plans
let go, follow your fate, follow the free,
people die all the time why not me ?
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4. |
Knotty Little Thread
03:20
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I am gifted with a vantage to the stars
some ever after vision, living pious in iron bars
mine are scars, whiskey on the rocks, rock bottom bard
spin a little yarn little troubadour be calm
no such thing as karma cosmic justice is a comfy lie
I will try and find a way to make the fucker come to life
and I am like,
as above so below
whichever end that i can grab i will break the fucking mould
and i am like
to tell the truth is to tell a joke
whichever one i happen just to rattle off is magical
loose cannon kid with a basket full of marigolds
and I am told i won't die young but that sounds fanciful
my knotty little thread, that dangles and it sways
a puppet in the rapids of the powers of today
tell my friends I love em and I wouldn't change a thing
my knotty little thread, and it dangles and it swings
and it dangles and it swings
my knotty little thread, that dangles and it sways
a puppet in the rapids of the powers of today
tell my friends I love em and I wouldn't change a thing
my knotty little thread, and it dangles and it swings
and it dangles and it swings
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5. |
SuperKingQueens
04:30
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I feel sorry for the sheltered and the weak
I found who I am in the black and the bleak
sounds that amount to a blip and bleep
in a house that exceeds what the council could keep
my first taste of love was like 10 weeks late
i rose from the dead, in a robe and a cape
with last words written on the back of a page
that i ripped from a word search i stole from a mate
and i keep it in my wallet on any given day
i can pull the fucker out just to read what it says
it says this
cheers, thanks a lot.
i was here, and that's enough.
I wasn't alive until september 25, 2011 that's the day where i truly felt alive
behind the counter of the A+E through the walkway on the right,
before you hit the backdoor was where they did the MRI's
it was 2 in the morning and i had tried to hide
because a nurse that had i fancied was leaving for the night
and i was in a wheelchair, and she was looking nice
so i faked like i was sleep so i didn't catch her eye
i took a pause and looked on at my life
and realised that i was riding shotgun on a ride
that i could not control, and that i could lose my life
and in this second i was living, in the middle of the ride
what a honour to be here, and to even have a life that i could lose
and i slept in the wheelchair and dreamt of blues, pinks, greys, reds,
because tomorrow I could be dead
imagine that your whole life in a room
gone, just another person in the waning of the moon
some, times i sit and try and find the feeling once again
but i’m i seem to take for granted until it meets its fucking end
from a birds eye view, a look from up above
I’m just another person who is destined for the mud
no headline for me, this is normal as can be
people live, people die, people like me
i always knew i was mortal,
i knew that going in
so why does death surprise me, when it calmly saunters in?
I can learn to take what nature thrusts in my lap
but the thing that makes me try to breathe and try and make it back
is the thought that down the road is my family and the man
who raised me as a baby is trying everything he can
and i try and reach my phone but i can’t work my hands
and i see he’s tried to call me but i can’t call him back
it’d be fine, if I knew he’d be fine
but I don’t so i have to try and stay alive
God, I know the only time that we talk
is when I ask you for a stay of my sentence in your court
I never thank you the summer, i plead in the winter
silence from your son, until he’s needing your assistance.
sorry for that, but you know it goes
I’m not a sage or a saint, i’m just a man in the throes
of losing everything he has, so i bargain my soul
for a chance to make it out and chance to make it go
I had a feeling that today might be the day
i hope it’s not, I hope it’s just another day
i guess i live with the misfit and this is
the imprint of living what i have and it’s funny
because i always wanted to be different
and now i am
but normals looking kinda good, oh to be a boring man
but the fact that i’m not means a lot
if my destiny is this, if this is all my lot
then i’ll love it till the end coz it’s the only thing i’ve got
by definition this is my fate
good, cool, okay man that sounds great
a saga just for me, my little part on stage
i can’t change the end, but i can fucking play
perform my little part to the excellence i pray
leave a little love and to leave it all in grace
and don’t pity me because we’re going to the same place
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7. |
Mrs Robinson
02:33
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return to your reason
turn back into the clay
glory isn't dead you just left it where it lay
return to the light
come back into the fold
virtue is a weapon and a weapon you must hold
courage in your actions, but never how you feel
move mountains for the light, and never ever kneel
rage into the dark, blaze into the light
free from the earthly ropes
in action and in might
cease to be a neutered man, half of what you are
embrace your fate with both hands bleeding in your car
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8. |
When The Dust Settles
02:40
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Somewhere in the ether where the lights don't flash and blind
I feel every ounce of how you made me as a child
I made my home in the den of the weird and the bad
settled fast to the pace of the nothing that I had
picture that, nestled head with a patch at the back
wrestled rats for the scraps as you're sending them back
and in class I was weird and I sat at the back
made you laugh and got A's with no books in my bag
ah
it's the life that we live, when your home is on fire and the mind of the kid that you are can't make sense of the shit
travel so far in your head you eventually flip
and warp in ways that amaze and bewilder the pricks
that hold you down coz you're weak and they're not
so they declare themselves kings ah
they reign for a day, i maintain serfdom while they're falling from grace
may, you scrabble for the light at the brink of the day
and always miss that silly goal in the desperate race
pay, the duties of your actions and then measure the space
between your wants and your possessions in an envious way ay
and i'm here and i'm dying and it pains me to say
i take no pleasure in the irony of what happened today
I never got the memo, I thought it was a dream
do people really live how I see them on the screens?
I never got the memo, I thought it was a joke
I thought we all agreed that being happy was a trope?
Please don't tell me now that my gut feelings right
and I'm really looking in from the darkness to the light.
So here I am again in the warmth of your glow
like some prodigal son who just simply wants to go home
a child in the presence of the styx and the boat
pressing his ear to the door until they ask me to go
the gifts you have given me are more than enough
once again i failed to be the most deserving of those
I owe the most to the mud and the death and the blood
and that's exactly what this vessel that i complacently love
is comprised of;
nothing more nothing less
the clay in the ground picked a name and used it's fucking legs
and here we are and we live in our heads
in a matrix of opinion on a mercury web
the loudest form the net that entangles our legs
until we hop to the rhythm of what the other guy said
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Greig London, UK
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