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by the seashore
02:09
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- is an instrumental track -
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like alcohol
03:18
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sooner or later you have to make the break. piling up hour by hour and day by day. you want to flow free like alcohol. you want to drift, you want to forget your home.
sooner or later this feeling will crush your bones that a life worth living is a life spent on your own. you want to shatter his spirit, like a bottle on commercial street. you want to drift, you want to lose both of your feet.
sooner or later your friends are going to twist your arm, singing god-awful songs and leading you into harm. asking for ‘more’ like some slack-jawed dickens kid. workhouse, battered back; oh this is you now
this is you now this is you.
girl, if you turn your back you can never come back. safety.
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chambers
03:10
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born before the wall fell and after the plane crash.
born without a hope in hell for the rest of us to dash,
you climbed your way so clumsily into the chamber of my chest,
gathered up the long-dead twigs and you made yourself a nest.
the child of a broken home (whatever that might mean)
you dream of tiny animals, a swing across a stream.
you hammered on the door of all the ones with pretty skin,
standing out there in the rain, but they’ll never let you in.
born before the wall fell and after the plane crash.
born without a hope in hell for the rest of us to dash,
you climbed your way so clumsily into the chamber of my chest,
gathered up the long-dead twigs and you made yourself a nest.
she said “happiness is not your enemy. don’t live your life in thrall to memory.”
happiness is not your enemy, sir.
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the river & elizabeth
04:42
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you read about falling apart in your favourite book. said, ‘maybe I could live like her if I tried hard enough’. at fifteen you said to yourself ‘I wanna break into pieces.’ at twenty you found a Tomas for yourself.
sylvia took you to school and she taught you to speak, without the burden of a home or two children to keep. your diaries are full of sweet nothings but make for good reading. the skinny boys line up, replacing the worn out and useless.
these were the knights we put to death. it’s all for you, Elizabeth.
were you sleeping?
drag our love from the river; we will joke about this later.
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light in the heart
04:05
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we wish we could go out but have you seen our faces? we wish we could go out but there are no more places for people who itch when they look in the mirror, for people whose bodies are just held together with string. none of this means a thing.
we wish we could go out but have you seen our faces? we wish we could go out but there are no more places for people who die when they listen to songs that remind them of days that are too far gone to bear. could you teach me to care?
you left us a world so boring that we refuse to take part please know that we’re only living for the light in the heart
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bleeping, strumming, and whinging since 2008.
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