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Sun is God
07:12
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so it seems that we must crawl
towards this strange new reality
what do i do with this stillness
that hangs over me
this hollow numbness
well i'm waiting for the train to come but the train
it isn't coming
it isn't coming
and i'm waiting
and i'm waiting
and i'm staring at my hands and how they've changed
and how they've stayed the same
everything in them has died and been reformed
time is not an old man with a staff
he's a young boy holding my hands
and he's rushing and he's struggling
and maybe we can crawl together
won't you crawl with me?
crawl with me, if you want to
if you want to
it took me a year to shine my shoes
it took me two years
to pluck up the courage
it took me a year to leave my room
the sun greets me
with indifference
my body is a temple, i drank the holy water
i pissed on the altar, and ultimately i learned
nothing
i had some strange dreams i had some strange dreams
i have been in the swampland, for too many years now
i put my roots down, i made it my home now
i've bought a pot plant
i've been redecorating
i got in a fight with myself
you should see the other guy
i fucked him, i fucked him, right up
on my more manic of days
am i slow dancing with delusion
just a detuned ghost moping around
in the corpse of a leviathan
teenage boy, 2056 finds a memory stick buried under a pile of shit
in the park by the gulch by the gulley, by my old house
the waste sad time, the waste sad time
he puts it on, some stupid songs, but kind of retro!
the memory stick, he tapes over it, puts on his own shit,
fuck it!
are you living?
i'm not living
i have just been
holding on
well yeah monday it was bad
and yeah tuesday pretty sad
i can't remember, my memory's fucked
well yeah monday it was bad
and yeah tuesday pretty sad
but on wednesday i saw you, not too bad, not too bad
well yeah friday it got worse
and yeah saturday
i don't wanna talk about it i don't wanna talk about it with you
shut up!
shut up!
i'm tired of your whining
and i just want to go and get some sleep tonight
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2. |
Raskol in Retail
06:12
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after shaking Satan's green hand I'm fifteen minutes late
I remember lifes first lesson you will always have to wait
and Dante in the corner hits a mid-trilogy slump
but looking at his surroundings he is no longer stumped
and I spoke to Bob Dylan he said 'how does it feel?'
before fading to the wall where some workers have congealed
my solipsistic mind hears
the boy by my side say
"if I don't pay my rent this week
then my Father, he's gonna kick me out on the street,"
I know I shouldn't have smoked now I
now I'm faded at the job centre
things don't seem to go my way
I had a purpose had a plan
my life slipped right through my hands
and now I fade I fade away
Well I saw Albert Camus rifle through his pockets for change
he was prattling like a toddler whilst he sheltered from the rain
he said "life has no meaning it is really quite absurd,"
attach the rock of victory remove the stone of shame
and I saw Jesus forced to wait
I said "are you up to much tonight mate?"
He looked down at a plastic bag filled with crofters
he said "I'm getting fucked
how about you?"
my mind is scattered my eyes are void
i've become the robot the retail droid
if this can of coke don't scan again
i'm gonna bust it up on someone's head
she's been here 30 years she says you get less than that for murder
and i pretend i haven't heard her
rushing to the till where
Jesus Christ has his arms full of white ace and fags
he says "you've strayed to far from the light and could you please get me a bag,"
I'm gonna drown myself among the multi-pack crisps
whilst a teenage kid, who only buys king-size riz
spends too long casting his red eyes in the biscuit aisle
that used to be me except now I
now I took this job at Tesco
I work the till with my shaking hands
I get shout at by the man whose Sterling Duals they will not scan
and so I waste I waste away
I fade away
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3. |
19 weeks!
05:57
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ridiculous the waste sad time!
ridiculous the waste sad time!
tonight i'm all alone in my room
i go insane
well i'm sorry mum your serpent son turned out a disappointment
at seventeen he shed his skin and he became this
there's a man in my house
wearing my skin and making all the wrong decisions
and when i look in the mirror
i say 'for fuck sake, you again'
well,
in a small corner of suburban england i have finally lost it
father time forgotten didn't pay the interest on his loan
so the spectres of my bygone past came and kicked his fucking head in
they lost their bets so they're gonna press the glue out of my bones
i can't find it
and i am trying
i can't find it
and i am dying
tomorrow i'll shower early and eat right, but cannibalistic cycles turn hopeful days into wide-eyed nights
maybe i've lost my soul
i've got nothing going on
i wish you'd stop complaining
you're doing my fucking head in
well,
in a small corner of suburban england i have finally lost it
they'll excavate the busted tapes that cover my rusted bones
a dusty witch she slit the wrists of the ailing mental health service
this darkening road away from home too many walk alone
i can't find it
and i am trying
i can't find it
and i am dying
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4. |
Lucja, Wrath of God
05:25
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i think i've figured it out
i think i've finally figure it out
in my room
in my room
well i feel like a god here
i can create world's of plenty
in my room
in my room
i see visions of spindly structure
keep it from the light lest it rupture
and if no-one sees then i think i've found it
shredding detuned strings sounds like heaven to me
i google synonyms for inadequacy but none of them fit the rhyme scheme
in my room
in my room
an old man is rustling, his skin is paper thin
the delicate sun on his limbs
warms his creaking bones
so he buys as many ladders, as many as he can buy
amber! amber! take me back to the beginning
allow me to introduce, simultaneously playing bass guitar and lead euphonium, my inexplicable sense of dread in the face of any human
interaction; take it away!
to err is human
i stink, well therefore I am
in my room
in my room
my delusions of grandeur
pontificate, keep me up late
in my room
in my room
an old man is rustling, his skin is paper thin
the delicate sun on his limbs
warms his creaking bones
so he buys as many ladders, as many as he can buy
amber! amber! take me back to the beginning
so he climbs upwards to heaven
and his skin it starts to crack
hanging there in the ether
a candle against the black
and he feels the sun on his insides
and as he starts to melt
he is, he is smiling
take me back to the beginning
(he lived alone, he died alone, the sun on his skin the sun on his bones
the husks of moths, up in his room, one last flight zooming up the vaccuum
a spaceship spins, alone at night, when earth is dead the gold disk still
spins
he lived alone he died alone, the sun on his skin now he wants it back)
now he wants it back
i will move and i will live
a life worth living a life i miss
the days of the glory the days of pain
the sun on my back
the sun on my back
the sun on my back
the sun on my skin
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5. |
Goodbye! Grateful!
06:27
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i wish you would love me
i wish you would love me (but that's selfish)
i don't want you to love me
because i am not worthy
somethings yeah they take a long time
sometimes the water it might taste like wine
but sometimes, sometimes, sometimes the wine is just
water
apricot juice runs down my chin
and the soft sunlight on my patchwork skin
and sometimes life seems mighty fine
but sometimes sometimes sometimes the wine is just water
well it keeps my skin clear, and rehydrates
it does not give me a headache
and when our bones begin to creak
we won't be lonely
if you're across the road, across the street
we won't be lonely
if you stay here
i'm gonna bury myself right here in the dirt
forget my troubles become one with the earth
and whatever grows from my useless bones
will be fed by the warmth with which i think of you
i'm only happy when you're all around
smoking on our sofa throwing onions around
and there were times when i thought you'd die
but like flowers on the side of a cliff, you keep growing
this is a love song
this is a love song
and i'm goodbye, grateful!
we're like UFO's in the night
i know its dark but I know you're by my side
you need me any moment, any distance
i would meet you there
i would meet you there
i feel so much love in my bones i fear i will break i fear i will break
with the night sky on my back you tend to my aches, let me tend to your aches
i just need, need to know that i'll see you again
when we go our own way, won't you see me again
and we can be together again
and we can bleed together my friend
i can't find my way
i don't know where i'm going
i can't find my way
i don't know where i'm going
when you go your own way
into your separate storm
won't you swing by my way
and you can sit with me a little while
won't you sit with me a little while
cus i don't know where i'm going
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Lucja, the Dog Bristol, UK
like the Bristolian car seat headrest, just a little bit more autistic, nuts, and into nu-metal
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