1. |
Anna Campbell Lives
03:25
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2. |
Vigil
03:58
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Hear the whispers into the night,
Rage it flowers into the fire.
Petals curl and burn at the rims,
Fear it sizzles from deep within.
Just walking home.
Follow footsteps under the lights,
Eyes ahead don't stray from the prize
Keys like armour clutched in your hands,
Guard the gold that lives in your pants.
Just walking home.
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3. |
Cats of Manningham
05:46
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Wake up,
Lay still.
Routine, it makes me ill.
I donât wanna leave,
I just wanna touch.
My love
Cold nights,
Short days.
I hurt - in every way.
Your shoulders are smooth,
In the lamp-light, you bathe.
My love
Blue eyes,
Lithe limbs.
I try, but canât begin.
Your fingers are slow,
The shadows they dance.
My love
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4. |
Boy the Brave
06:29
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Slow tides, take me in,
Grey sands bury me.
I see them dragging me whole from the coastline,
Martyring me with the headline.
Vultures overhead,
Gorging on the dead,
I see theyâre bobbing in the breeze on the skyline,
Wasting away on the seaside.
Fuck the morning news,
Read papers, commute.
I see you skimming past the photo in the Tubeâs light,
Eyes brimming with the salt, turn to your side.
Days on days they mourn,
Mount me on the throne.
Their bombs are kissing soil back on my grounds,
They roused the rubble and the debris in my home town.
In your minds,
I am the seed.
All through the night,
You'll toss and turn when you dream of me.
Suits, they wine and dine,
Strive to feel alive,
But the cogs are grinding slower in the brain-bank,
Battery pack is flashing low within the chest-tank.
Here we're stranded, stray,
Skies are constant grey,
We draw the fever and the fury from the lay-man,
Pine for beauty and the home we left at those lands.
Close your eyes,
And count to ten.
When you're done,
Nothingâs changed, so you start again.
In that House,
Where the blood runs cold,
Another pen,
Scribes the end of a hopeless road.
It grows dark and deep
And far between
black white words
print on screen
The paper burns
It's flaming red
The free world's
Gone, compassionâs dead.
The fury builds
It's all we know
So take your hearts
And overthrow
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