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Saviour Song
03:09
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sleep in sound, seeing cracks through a crystal wall. they're coming out like silent train through tunnel gape. defences down, push me over can't stop this fall. useless shout, i'm in the grasp of another's weight. but i'm not scared now. through me 'till i find my own ground. now i've got this power, and all i want to do is right (write) stuff. knuckles white, there's no light behind those eyes. faces long, realise you are the only one. and there's no easy answer, so justify my actions. they say that i'm not worthy but i don't need redemption. realise that there is no path that you must take now, don't think it wrong to be the person you've become. no disguise, that's a choice for you to make now. save your song, realise that you're the one. i've got this power to cut these strings and make my own life.
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Days
02:47
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the clouds have melted in, into one big blue, this living is not real, the days they always feel so dull without a colour in the world.
the clouds are falling in, in but it's not cold, it's cold above the sky, but down here i could fry, you know it's getting crowded more with time, yeh?
some days i wish it fine, some says i wish that i could breeze on by.
like a breeze life, twist a thread through, concious, clear now.
week in sunlight, words that i know, texas clear blue.
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Holding Out
02:48
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i've been down and out and i have no doubt it won't always be the same. look at your position, my proposition, hey, what did you say, you must be fucking joking, got your right hand smoking, you've never been that way?
i want your advice, wouldn't that be nice, i think i'll pass on it today. won't ask for your sympathy because i can't hold my breath quite that long.
i only do what feels right for me and i know that sometimes it may be wrong. i know things change. they don't stay the same. i know it won't be like yesterday.
yesterday i stayed at home and analysed myself. i thought of little one who i'd once missed and now i'll hit the fucking piss. and you tired to tell me how to run my life but the grass don't seem much greener over your side lately.
things have changed and it feels strange and you can't rearrange now. from now on there's no looking back. one time i was unsure things would hold me back. that's now just a memory in my mind. on certain days when i'd wake up fucked i would hate myself. now i remind myself this is my life. (oh yeh, i got it).
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The Rain Home
01:59
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Fridgewater
02:09
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do, all of you, come right on in. failure is for fleeing. powerlines, fresh cut flowers, ninety six see... you won't need nothing now. no.
your fathers are all our walking because the mothers, they won't stop talking. and all the kids, they have stopped talking and the kids have all stopped working. let your eyes come down, see what comes around. with all our hearts both fast and slow and wrong and good.
pour it tall and struggle up to hangover. change your mind and lose your life and stalk away. (and the kids have all stopped working... they're all stalking away from the late sun)
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Salt
02:44
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that attitude disgusts me, makes me grind my teeth, when you say that you're no good and that you won't complete.
we all have our problems our barriers to move but it's only to ourselves we've got something to prove.
i never had no fun, i never had no lick, always had to wank when it was time to fuck.
hear politicians, they're telling me lies pretend it doesn't matter, it stings liek salt in my eyes. how can we find the time to belong to ourselves when the constant daily grind keeps putting us on the shelf.
get up in the morning and do the same routine, five days of work don't cut it for me.
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Awkward
02:44
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awkward is my middle name and that is never forgotten. standing in a line of people, names that will not be forgotten, it's always a game of pin-ball, almost every time i touch you in that special way i mean to, though it's simple singing this one.
here i sit all alone watch tv at home, sticking around, got dick in my hand. just trying to find the voice i am comfortable with.
im trying to change my world... and no. i ain't no revolutionist. it's not that i don't think you can it's just that i don't think you want to. and we're meant to be happy. it's like some old tragedy... paris in the eighteen seventies... you and me.
'cause sometimes i want you so bad but i don't need you sometimes i need you so bad and sometimes... awkward is people enjoying time that will soon be forgotten. everyday i never say i love you than any day i will say i love you, i want you, so many things i can't believe, least of all there's you-there's me.
put your drawings on my wall... a replacement should we fall. got your drawing on my wall... i'm gonna call...
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Punk Rock City
01:46
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Hellman
03:00
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Nautical Smile
04:50
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Lame-Chord Blood Sport
02:33
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12. |
Not What I'm Thinking
02:53
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Lifeless Tyre
04:26
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Lmno
02:05
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Hood For Angel
03:59
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Eyes
02:33
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Sharing music from Newcastle, Australia with the world.
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