1. |
Introduction
04:00
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2. |
Wander
04:40
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I have eyes for pastures
I have eyes for gold
By you I've been blindsided
O the journey is you
Wander
Wander we could
Wander
Wander we could
I have faith in your skin
We're awake in a dreary dawn
Hate the rain in your veins
Count the sanctions and take me
Wander
Wander we could
Wander
Wander we could
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3. |
100 French Matches
03:38
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100 French matches, the mercury's frozen
Painted ivy on your eyes
You are not broken
Three fire jugglers on your roof
We're climbing
The guttering to find the truth
I pocketed it by mistake
Like a toy solider from the brittle house
We're still engulfed with guilt and myth
Stuck under the stairs riddled with it
Fire on the handles, we're too hot for the watch
Take it off and leave it in your nuclear volcano grip
100 French matches, no reported incidents
We're space wise for the sweet fury
Mind the map for flirting
We're idle for some honey-glory
Made to pause the leisure clause
Engagements for your late story
Those who spat you out will let you down
Until you're down and about
So light up your own yard
So you can just lie there and burn the cards out
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4. |
Riddles
05:18
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Riddled masters screaming loud
Loud
Ugly mirrors hide the head
From a concrete shroud
Ten dozen fighting graveyard diggers
Arranging flowers around your head
Kicking the rabbit
Kicking the habit
And mould
Holding out for mesmerising
And distant mountain loving
See it out this year
The golden boy seeks the murder ballad found
Second mother swinging,
In kerosene we're drowning
Take the shallow end home to the trigger to fold
Searching for a hatchet
Looking for a casket and some gold
Holding out for mesmerising
And distant mountain loving
See it out this year
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5. |
East Eye
04:49
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East eye, travel wayward high
Rain on tide, sweet sickly bloom vials
The silent falcon winks awry
And we die, you die, we die
Saviours let us roam
We go
O
On
East eye, fair forest forward tired
The silent soldiers loom, holding midnight
O'er horizon tangled border,
We die and die and die
The silent falcon guards his tomb
We go
O
On
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6. |
Louisa
04:12
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7. |
Kirkwood
05:00
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8. |
Bleach
05:30
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I dug my grave in the amber vacuum
I farmed the blade in the sacred gloom
Saw myself in a tall rut
It was hell or high something
I lost my mind in a paper bag balloon
Profane pilgrims of time
Landed in your room
Saw myself in a tin cup
It was close to death or something
Bleach my mind from my crimes
Bathe in my patient paisley room
I was a pauper, a sage in the womb
Then we smiled like cheap perfume on a Goddess
Bleach my mind from my crimes
Bleach my mind from my crimes
Bleach
Bleach my mind from my crimes
We bleach
Bleach my mind from my crimes
Bleach my mind from my crimes
We bleach
Bleach my mind from my crimes
Bleach my mind from my crimes
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9. |
Other Men's Flowers
03:14
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Look at all these things that I'm not
Kiss the feet of the afterthought
Please don't come down and offer to help
There's only one shirt I can manage to wear
There's a guest in the spare room
But he sleeps down the stairs
This room's filled up with
Furniture for airplanes
I take all that I need
But it's never enough
I take all that I need
But it's never enough
I take all the water I need
But it's never enough
I'm wilting with Other Men's Flowers
I missed my grandmother's birthday
The other's is on the same fucking day
Take it out on the radiator
Go to the bathroom floor
Rise to the infection and punch down the door
Try to look introspective
Try to look fair
Your make-up's running
It's too hot to hold stares
I take all that I need
But it's never enough
I take all that I need
But it's never enough
I take all the water I need
But it's never enough
I'm wilting with Other Men's Flowers
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