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The Following Day
02:13
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I can't wait for the night
When I lose myself at the bottom of a bottle of wine
And i don't know why i feel the need to glorify
The destruction of my liver
The destruction of my life
And i'm up 'till five in the morning writing
Bad poetry and wishing for another better life
Where you can stay with me and
Not be pulled away from me far too soon
Oooh
I'm like a dead dog the following day
Make me better than this
Make me better than this
I am a cardboard person
Comprised of false emotion
And photos of my parents taken back in '83
'Cause they were cooler than i'll ever be
What happened in the end?
I have visions of those smoky basement nights
With bowie playing on vinyl in the background
'Cause we're too cool for CDs
Or whatever new technology we'll have in 2022
Oooh
I'm like a dead dog the following day
Make me better than this
Make me better than this
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Frankie, if you're angry you should let yourself cry
You will never have an answer so don't ask yourself why
It's a waste of time, frankly,
If you're so inclined, Frankie,
You should get yourself high, dye your hair and get a nose ring and
Cop on
Before you know it this will all be gone
The way of pennies and of blights, and of your cemetery nights, so walk on
You are stoned and you are strange
You are terrible at change
so you should die a tiny death and close your eyes and take a breath
And
Settle yourself, Francine
The things you said when you were off your head don't make you a libertine
You're just a mean drunk, Francine you've been sunk
By a guy you made of polythene
Now you won't live to see nineteen
Francine
You've been wrapped up in white flannel, you've been pinned onto the wall
Remember when the sky was wide and you were ten feet tall?
And the city opened up and you just let yourself fall
You never thought "when I am halfway down, who will I call?"
And now you're small and you have cracked your lovely crown
There's no more gossamer and gold, just pick yourself up off the ground
And move on,
This does not make you profound, Frankie,
You know how you're wound, Frankie,
Far too tight for far too long, so get up and get on
And
Settle yourself, Francine
The things you said when you were off your head don't make you a libertine
You're just a mean drunk, Francine you've been sunk
By a guy you made from polythene
Now you won't live to see nineteen
Francine
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White Noise/Car Crash
03:29
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Will angrily gluing
Cardboard to cardboard solve your trauma?
Or will you always and forever be frightened of sedans?
God's perpetually fucking with the best laid plans
But he could throw a little sympathy your way
I have to say
That you've handled this wreck
Better than I've handled indirect rejection
What does that say about your character?
Or rather what does it say about mine?
I digress, I'm doing fine,
But I'm impressed by your ability to keep calm and carry on
And I wanna know your favourite song
So I can play it for you
Loudly in my kitchen
You may not hear it,
But I think that it's the thought that counts
And I will tell you all the parts you're missing
If you listen hard enough you might hear something
To confirm you're not losing your mind
Just a little bit of supermarket white noise
And you'll be fine
What the hell kind of difference does another fight
With your mother make?
So much for the language of love
You make it sound like the language of hate
And I think it's great that you don't get too attached
Shave your head and feel your hair slip through your fingers
It's amazing that you're totally unfazed
By the time you almost died
Maybe even when you were flying through the air
You knew that you'd survive
Or maybe you were just unconscious
Either way it's been five years
Here's to you and all your brutal honesty
I know that he appears to be
Doing absolutely fine
But that pretty boy you cared about so much
You destroyed him, I think that it's time
For me to teach you basic empathy
And in return you can teach me how to repress all my obsessive tendencies
Is this an ending or will this be the end of me?
Will this be the end of me?
Will this be the end of me?
No, I'm not finished,
I refuse to be. I'll be better this time around
And I won't let me let my old friends get me down
And I won't forget the awful things we said
But I will still try to forgive
'Cause I'm not finished yet
And all I wanna do is live
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Rebecca
03:25
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I'd have loved to be by your side
When you won your first academy award
And I'd have stayed
For your second, third, your fourth that never came
So long as you didn't get too bored of me
I'd stay until you dies I'd take your name
Lemme be your muse, baby,
Tell me why you're so confused, baby,
Said you saw a ghost onstage
So go audition for some other plays
The Thames is nice tonight, though I wish it were the Liffey,
But when the city lights it up
I've gotta say the river looks pretty
And I'm not ready to go home yet, so
Call me Rebecca and take me back to your place
I'd love to see the way the lamplight hits your lovely little face
Pour me some wine and let me fall asleep by your side
I didn't even notice when the lilacs died
I got so wrapped up in my pity, in my loneliness and pride
So I'd just hide myself away and watch another of your movies
Covered in chip crumbs and smelling of smoke,
Oh, what a pity, what a joke this night outside has come to be
I made myself so pretty and all she seems to see
Are the ways she could get killed in this comically small city
And the bugs on the bank of the river
And if this is as good as it's ever gonna get, won't you
Call me Rebecca and take me back to your place
I'd love to see the way the lamplight hits your lovely little face
Pour me some wine and let me fall asleep by your side
By your side
Oh, won't you
Call me Rebecca and take me back to your place
I'd love to see the way the lamplight hits your lovely little face
Pour me some wine and let me fall asleep by your side
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5. |
The Wild Walk Home
02:28
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I know it's never gonna feel the way I thought it would
'Cause when everything is golden
Nothing feels good
Wish I could float above the neighbourhood, get swallowed by the sound
But nothing feels good, and I am planted on the ground.
It'll all fall away, I know
In the end it will be buried by the snow
And I will walk through all the streets I knew when I was all alone
And I will make my way to you, I'll make it through the wild walk home
And when I see your smile
I'll shake off the snow on the lino
Laughing like a child
And I remember the way the water glittered in the sun
And the way I split it open with my hands and how I spun
And swam and splashed around in circles, saw the algae growing green
And how the only thing I wanted was to be eighteen
I could see the way I'd glow
Like an actress I'd make all the world my show
But I am old enough to understand that I misunderstood
'Cause when everything is golden
Nothing feels good
And I'll stop swimming in a while
And come hold you close on the shoreline
Laughing like a child
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The February Sun
02:27
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All I ever wanted was to live my life and fall in love
I've all I ever wanted, all I wanted's not enough
So I toughen up and grit my teeth
My great white shark smile
The February sun sinks into dark
I sit and think a while
And write down my excuses for my grandkids to read
So they can live with the illusion that as I planted seeds
I knew just what I sowed
I hope that sunflowers and snap peas are all that I grow
But I know
That even if I watch the garden bed I may only get weeds
So I'll roll the and I'll smoke them and I'll let it in my head
And what will be will be
I never meant to plough along without a plan
And now it feels as though I'm drowning in my friend's sedan
When all I thought was gonna happen
Was I'd sit out in the yard
And strum along to campfire songs
And stare up at the stars
But now my cup is overflowing
Liquid's dripping through my hands
Oh, who the hell decided I should plough along without a plan?
Oh, Jesus Christ,
Just try to get your head on straight
You've gotta be up in the morning
Try not to stay up late
But I know
That I'll be tired when I wake up, even if I sleep
So I'll close my eyes and try to make my mind go blank
And what will be will be
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You're passing Tanzania for the seventh time today
Somehow you didn't factor in how lonely these things feel from far away
Oh, Laika, You didn't have much choice in the matter
A couple three skinners and the price is right
Might leave you with some comfort, make you feel at home tonight
You didn't think a place could feel flatter than the places you've been
Oh, Laika you're living in the land of the venial sin
Eat all the sweetened cream you like, they still won't let you in
Oh, Russia's perfect sweetheart, how I wish your life were mine
Oh, Laika, caught in orbit 'til the end of time
I might miss the comfort of the streets I know
I was born into the spring but I have learned to live in snow
Moscow has been cruel to me, but that might be my own doing
What's the good in pursuing anything here?
Perfection and connection will all disappear
Oh, Laika, when you're staring at the city from the stratosphere, you'll see how good it all could've been
Oh, Laika, you're living in the land of the mortal sin
Continue with your platitudes, it all still feels so thin
Oh, Russia's perfect sweetheart, they caught you in your prime
Oh, Laika, caught in orbit 'til the end of time
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I will not let this pass me by
Even when the sky cracks open and pours its sorrows down on us
I'll wade my way to you, through rivulets and ruts
As the rain runs down our teenage skin, so thin the water covers us in cuts
But we will share a cigarette
And forget about the stinging, singing songs of our regrets and our wet feet
And we will find our song complete
And let it go, and like the snow
We will melt into the sea
And I will get to say fuck you to the people
Who I thought would be my friends and left me lonely in the end
Let me tie myself on knots
And I will let you keep me company
On sticky summer evenings, keep me even, keep me breathing, hold me close
And stare into fading sky
I will not let this pass me by
I think tonight was made for us
We will walk down past the coffee shops,
The bus stops and the buildings turned to rust
To the rooftop, or the river, or the sea
We will walk between the raindrops
Where the city keeps its conscience and its keys
And we will let ourselves be swallowed by the light
And I will raise you indie music to your Eliot and Wright
And I will hold you in my left hand, reach my right to all I see
For I've become so many things I swore I'd never be
And I will get to say fuck you to the people
Who I thought would be my friends and left me lonely in the end
Let me tie myself on knots
And I will let you keep me company
On sticky summer evenings, keep me even, keep me breathing, hold me close
And stare into fading sky
I will not let this pass me by
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9. |
The Goldfish
03:55
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I'll be sitting by the window in my dressing gown when you tell me that you love me
Cigarette in my hand, you'll stand above me, black haired and black lunged and beautiful and clean
I've been fucking poisoned by your scene
This town is getting smaller by the day
And I have seen you everywhere but my ash tray
Since the day you said that you don't want me and that I should go away
My apologies, dear
I'm a burnout, a goldfish, sprawled out and I'm drowning in air
Can I try again? Whoever you want to be near, I'll pretend to be, here I am
Love me or leave, no please don't go,
I know you don't need me but I'll try to show you you do,
Third time's charm, for the goldfish, for me in the window and you
You stick to all my skin like glue
I filled up my collarbones like cups for you
And I am tired of being tired, of being painted green and blue
For someone with a pretty face I never really knew
I think it's time to start again
Watch all the tar that bubbled up slip down the drain
And I can see you gilded, illuminated, wrapped up in cellophane
But you belong in darkness, and there you shall remain
My apologies, dear
I'm a burnout, a goldfish, sprawled out and I'm drowning in air
Can I try again? Whoever you want to be near, I'll pretend to be, here I am
Love me or leave, no please don't go,
I know you don't need me but I'll try to show you you do,
Third time's charm, for the goldfish, for me in the window and you
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10. |
Not To Be Outdone
03:47
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I almost think I'm pretty when I see myself onstage
Or when the sweet June evening casts my shadow on a page
Scrawled all over by some messed up kid
And I may still be wrong, but I know better than I did
I swear my magnum opus is one shitty night away
But I don't think today will be the day
I wrap it all up neatly in a two-five-one
So I'll watch my parents' garden sway
This is not to be outdone
But don't you ever wonder how it feels
To be on the other side of forty-five? Oh
Will the desperation biting at our heels
Subside, recede to once upon a time?
Or will we find ourselves alone?
And I am only two beers in
But somehow in the loneliest I've ever been
A pasty face lost in a crowd,
Deep in a dive in my hometown
And I wanna love the water but the water pulls me down
And back home when it first came flooding in
We salvaged our stuffed animals and gin
And we tried to run right by it,
Saw it couldn't be outrun
So we emptied buckets, one by one
This is not to be outdone
But can't you say you love me one more time?
Maybe I will finally let myself believe it
Come on, stand above me,
Please don't say you're fine
Be the one to reach out when you need it
'Cause I don't wanna feel alone
But maybe it'll all work out alright
Maybe we'll all catch each other
Right before we fall
And tape our crowns together
In the fading light
And beautiful and shining we'll be ten feet tall
And we won't have to be alone
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