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Balancing Out
03:44
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Balancing each other
I feel strong I know we will manage
Letting everything out
cause cutting it off would linger the damage
You are a warrior soul licking the salt with no anaesthetic
Have the katamari roll, the book is light the story magnetic
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Nothing More
02:40
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Nothing more simple than nature
Nothing more natural than love
Nothing more lost than a human
Nothing more safe than a hug
Nothing more ample than honesty
Nothing more honest than pain
Nothing more ugly than cruelty
Nothing more light than a flame
Nothing more ancient than feeding
Nothing more filling than time
Nothing more sad than survival
Nothing more sheltering than kind
Nothing more fun than surprises
Nothing more certain than death
Nothing more deadly than impulse
Nothing more steady than breath
Nothing more dulcet than music
Nothing more soft than a kiss
Nothing more hopeful than tomorrow
Nothing more lovely than this
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Drinking blood from the stump of a prison guard
that I just chopped up, that used to be freedom to me
Watching my cellmate cry as I sprayed hot piss in his gouged out eyes
that used to be freedom to me
But now it's plain to see, the prison was inside of me
and I was really pissing in my own gouged out eyes
And freedom is what happens when you finally take off your prisoner disguise
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4. |
Afterglow
03:11
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you were simply there
untidy golden hair
dancing with a prayer to see
I know you're older but on my shoulder
your age falls away like mine
no matter how long it seems, our love is on time
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The more I learn, the more I see
The less the world impassions me
The hungry heart, the roving eye
Have come to rest, do not apply
The frantic chase, the crazy ride
The thrill has gone, I step aside
And I'd believe in anything were it not for you
Showing me by just existing only this is true
I love you, I love you without question, I love you
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6. |
Is & Ever
04:05
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Take care shady bitches, we’ll all be leaving soon, you’ll go home to your own hot spring lagoon, last as long as you can then chase the afternoon, all these pairs of glasses never helped me read the room Smell the croissant that your brain keeps baking, looking up to others until your neck is aching, high off your own supply no more barrel scraping, here’s to all that Is and Ever will be...
there’s... Blood in the toilet bowl, cool crimson ink Got my hands dirty when we were in sink, Something deep within is at peace with the gross, Maybe cause it contradicts your comfort zone the most Beautiful breeze, oh the freak flag waving, Tired arms are losing what we claim to be saving, the Pale mind rail grind planet is braving, here’s to all that is ... and ever will be
So let’s make a move honey, swallow the fire, let’s hear that scorched throat try and preach to the choir Arguing the truth doesn’t make you a liar, you will always want more than what you require We’ve lasted so long now our love is remastered so bring it in here you big sexy bodacious bastard! Now cause we’re alive and kicking, Most of us were high and tripping. Here’s to all that is... and Ever will be...
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7. |
Our Band Called Big
05:06
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Long before I ever sang solo
I was in the greatest band I ever had
Formed so naturally,
I knew them happily,
I wrote about good more than the bad
Finally I had representation
Proof that I could play with others well
There was a gentle trust
Then I turned our bread to dust
Split up as my head begin to swell
Cause I was in band called Big,
Won’t have to guess what I did
I broke something beautiful in three, was
Hungry for the light of lime
Paranoid about my prime
I left them but they never left me
It’s awful easy to break a band up, just
Stand up to the music, acting tall
Track of a tragedy,
Spat on the tapestry,
The angry egocentric ends up small
I planned to die at twenty seven,
Long before this entourage had formed,
Always in a rush
Why did I have to crush
The womb before we had even been born
Cause I was in a band called Big
When there wasn’t holes to dig
I was making music with my friends
Back before I wanted more
Or wiped myself with the floor
How pain begins when pleasure ends
Djembe left to go focus on her sound
Let go of acoustic cause of time
As for electric and bass
They stuck by in their space
Put up with my shit, kept me in line
Drugs would warp my thinking, i was crazy
Kicking off at nothing on the phone
Feel like I jabbed a flute to
Poke holes in my parachute
Hit the island hard, sunk like a stone
Cause I was in a band called Big,
Till I snapped ( the twig,
And set the tree alight to keep me warm
Anger at our debut gig,
Cleaning up after a pig,
I felt robbed of glory and the story of my severance was born
I tell ya this band were fucking angels
Equal parts talented and kind
They were my gravity
Grounding the humanity
I gave them my heart but lost my mind
I may be better but I am sorry
That the friend you knew came to be dead
He’s buried in the basement
Hello there I’m the replacement
I will take the blame for what he said
Cause I was in a band called Big,
God forgive me for what I did
I became an expert on despair
I just hope they have their peace
Tears stain my elbow grease
Someone’s cutting onions I swear
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8. |
Yugen
01:09
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Many nights we prayed
With no proof, anyone could hear
In our hearts a hopeful song
We barely understood
Now, we are not afraid
Although we know there's much to fear
We were moving mountains
Long before we knew we could, whoa, yes
There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles you can achieve?
When you believe, somehow you will
You will when you believe
In this time of fear
When prayer so often proves in vain
Hope seems like the summer bird
Too swiftly flown away
Yet now I'm standing here
My hearts so full, I can't explain
Seeking faith and speakin' words
I never thought I'd say
There can be miracles
When you believe (When you believe)
Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles you can achieve?
When you believe, somehow you will
You will when you believe
They don't always happen when you ask
And it's easy to give in to your fears
But when you're blinded by your pain
Can't see the way, get through the rain
A small but still, resilient voice
Says, help is very near oh
There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
Somehow you will, you will when you believe
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10. |
Womb
05:00
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11. |
Autumn
02:31
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Ashes of autumn they blow through the trees
Magical time that’ll turn on the leaves
Cut your barbarian down
Coated in wax, with no sound
There is a place in your harbour to swim
Put down your rod and hook into your skin
Oh autumn
Oh autumn
Druids and elders they do what they please
Only the young ones are losing their keys
Weather so welcome and dark
Branches they dance in the park
There is a time you will wish you had lived
Sat by the window, such wonder to give
Knock at my door and you will find me there
Fruit in my basket and stories to share
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12. |
There You Are
05:15
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SHRUSIC Derby, UK
make art
be weird
make noise
be kind
trust your gut
words
are empty
behaviour is truth
know your craft
be teachable
don't preach
just
do it Yourself
do it For yourself
DO yourself
... more
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