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Kullo
06:47
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You took a little too long
Got a little bit wrong
You just don’t wanna know
Had it on the ropes
Stay and nurse it off
Swear it isn’t a clusterfuck
Coffer meddling above
You wanna fill up your cup
Fettered pieces in the box
Don’t too far away go
You had a bit of bad luck
You’re not a robot
Soon, you wonder, what
You wonder
I want you to give it up
I want you
Was just my anorak
It didn’t feel like that
Feel I should apologise
Long winter in 86
Seeing shapes in the window
There’s always something on my mind
Can you see the tree
Father wide awake
Is it falling down
Are you kinder now
Can you see the tree
Is it wide enough
Is it rutted out
Are you cooler now
Can you see the tree
Father wide awake
Has it fallen down
Are you kinder now
Can you see the tree
Is it white enough
Is it rutted out
Are you cooler now
Can you see the tree
In the tree city
Is evolving now
In a sacred house
Can you feel it now
As it’s braining down
Another fallen day
Will you rain it down
Can you see the tree
Are they worthy enough
When you see the tree
Does it cease to be?
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2. |
Places
03:53
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Looking for love in the strangest places
Burnout, burnout, burnout, burnout, roll on
Looking for a nail in a wall of faces
Go to get, to go to get, to go to get to go
Looking for a law in your favourite vices
Where now, where now, where now
Turning it off
Is the Light
But I know it’s dull
To begin
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3. |
MHL
03:49
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Talking is so hard to do with you
It’s also hard to do with me
I wish we could both just be young and stick around
I wish we could both just be free
It’s a sentimental soul, it’s a sentimental soul
Paving the price for a life, such a thief
I hope I’m not stealing your thunder
I wish we could both just be young and kick about
I wish we could both just be free
It’s a sentimental soul, it’s a sentimental soul
It’s a sentimental soul, it’s a sentimental soul
It’s a sentimental sound
Sounds a sentimental sound
Such a sentimental soul
It’s a sentimental soul
Following you unfaithfully through
Surely there’s something to know
You think you’re weak, that’s what’s making you weak
The books on your shelf don’t get read
It’s a sentimental soul, it’s a sentimental soul
It’s a sentimental soul, it’s a sentimental soul
It’s a sentimental sound
Sounds a sentimental sound
Such a sentimental soul
It’s a sentimental soul
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4. |
Word
04:32
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Reckoning slow
Feeding another ruse
When you know the word
Wings are unanimous
And the phone calls all day
Paint god an animal
Moving is fast lane
Starred by the nemesis
You soar and you fall
Lose and you’re back again
Your blood starts to boil
Take sides that cover you
It’d push you apart
This love for investment
Follow, follow, follow
Follow, follow, follow
Follow, follow, follow
Follow, follow, follow
Plus you don’t know
Blaze in the cannabliss
You’d light up the start
Take good sea air, take asylum
You can even take heart
Meanwhile a ragged dog
It’ll pull you apart
Raising aquarian groves to understand
From the start
Let them have it all
Let them have it soon
Your blood starts to boil
So long spoken parable
You’re right and you’re wrong
Paint god an animal
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5. |
Sparks
03:51
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Forging your way
The road it is long
We lost our minds
On the way to the store
The storm it does brew
The wagons do wander
Heady heady summer
Pay for it soon
The ghosts in my barn
Make hay till they plunder
Lonely the throne
King without a crown
Tied to the ground
And the beasts hammer down
And the beasts hammer down
Wood and oil turn to lantern
Wood and oil turn to lantern
Only you know
What’s waiting in chains
Bound by your love
To external things
Lonely the throne
Desperate to age
Til it comes around
Wood and oil turn to lantern
Wood and oil turn to lantern
Wood and oil turn to lantern
Wood and oil turn to lantern
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6. |
Ghostead
04:38
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Lightning strikes in the morning
Who sees god only as warning
Ghosthead, Ghosthead
High city pirates on the borders
Whoever comes forth will be victorious
Ghosthead, Ghosthead
Oh, they won't know
What they have done
Ghosthead, Ghosthead
Throw my heart into the blender
Love’s not an art you can render
Ghosthead, Ghosthead
You see the sun just through the window
Nature sways like a widow
Oh am I heading on
Oh my, heading on
Oh am I heading on
Ghosthead, Ghosthead
Oh am I heading on
Oh my, heading on
Oh Ma, heading on
Ghosthead
Ghosthead
Alien life hosts no candour
Return that envelope to sender
Ghosthead, Ghosthead
Love’s not delicate nor worn in
All my angels have fallen
All my angels have fallen
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7. |
Chain of Events
04:19
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Enjoy the circus, come full circle
Look around, it’s already been built down
Down, down, down
Picking flowers, in the garden
Dead and lonely, what’s your poison
Take a long waltz, take some time
Take whatever you need and more
If you look close, your eyes bleed
You don’t want to, you recede
I can tell you, not to say so
What you thinkin’ bout?
Build a bigger bridge to break down
Reach to get there, why'd you look down
Tear the game down, edge your cage now
End of waiting, word for soma
Tv baby, stay here made
Indian slumber, did ya fade
In your crazy world of ageing
It’s all happening, you’re not involved
Tv baby, stay here maybe
Take it as if that’s the gospel
That’s the vulgar water running
To grow outside it would be something
Overloading holocaust
Like a ghost from utter cause
Lightning prices, leave alone
They get high when you’re coast to coast
I have died here, I’m again
Slumber waltzing, Elohim
Wandering round, understood now
End of waiting, word for soma
Middle in the north
Trace it at a pause
Here the war with you
Meeting in the woods
Contemplate your odds
There is a war with you
Believers in the stars
Dancing with the hours
Has not it dawned on you
You say that’s a little oh..
That’s hard to hear
As they Infiltrate
Middle in the north
Trace it at a pause
Here the war with you
Meeting in the woods
Contemplate your odds
There is a war with you
You say that’s a little oh..
That’s hard to hear
As they Infiltrate
Spoken like a god
Spell it how you want
You write it all
Spoken like a god
Spell it how you want
Spoken like a god
You write it all
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8. |
Free Form
04:10
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Why not let it out
Let it in depending
Inching the locked door
Convincing though you are
Domicile contagion
Freeform, free form
Freeform
Freeform
Tired of knowing
Or not knowing
This is too far
This is too far
Freeform, free form
Freeform
Freeform
You keep walking into the sun
I see shadows, I’m not done
Because we don’t all get along
Why not waste it holding what you owe
Freeform, free form
Freeform
Freeform
Tired of learning
Or not learning
Time is youthful
When it moves slow
Freeform, free form
Freeform
Freeform
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9. |
Hills
05:16
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I used to be colder
Prove an abandoned lie
Whistle Ada
Facing the evil eye
Though we lie here now
Resonating live
Selfish motherfucker
Breaking the rosy life
Infinite other
Look at the lights in green
When do you weigh in
When do you shut your mouth
When the delay ends
I grit teeth for hours
Though we lie here now
Resonating live
Leave with the light on
It ain’t a recital
Getting the train home
Aim with the sight on
Dead in the water
Forget everything you done
Aim with the sight on
It ain’t no revival
Forget everything you know
Ain’t a revival
They say it’s survival
Don’t look away
This is only now
I don’t know it got so wild
It was another beginning
Don’t look away
This is only now
How’d it get this far it’s so wrong
It was another beginning
Resonating live
Resonating live
Resonating live
Resonating live
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10. |
Harbour
04:14
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Wait at the harbour
Where have you gone
Pray for the father
As we growing old
Framed by the mire
Someday win big
We the messiahs
In warholian digs
Freedom the kisser
Moving in tone
Painful Rendition
Lock in door
Fearful pretensions
Cleverness be
Other dimensions
Don’t wash over me
Screen is not really
You’re playing with new fire
The harbour is empty
You left it there
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11. |
Icarus Fell
05:24
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Meditation won’t work for me now
I can’t stand up and I can’t fall down
There’s a raggedy doll sitting in my lamp
In a cave of light in a way that isn’t mad
There’s a fraction of sunlight just above your plan
And incantations to the madness of the man
Allow the night to creep up like you glow
To illuminate nothing at all in the deepness of the night
It’s easy to see your face slightly confuse, arrange
Everyone’s wild on the outside of law
It’s easy to see your grace like a computer game
Waiting and waiting for your go again
Put my jesus head on top of the lead
And carry on in spite of your dread
Repeat if it pleases and pick up the pieces
Mr. yesterday man it’s an ancient thesis
Imitation in the lord I aim
Imitation in the lord I am
Imitation in the lord I hang
Imitation in the lord I aim high
There’s a crow on the bin as big as its been
With its beak in a grin like its always been
There’s a crow on the bin as big as it’s been
And its sinning in sin, assimilating
There’s a crow on the bin as big as its been
It’s living in, lingering, limiting things
There’s a crow on a binge as big as it’s been
And I want in, I want in
The best for me is not rearming
The best for me is not your note
The best for me is not the army
The best for me is not the art
The best for me is not the RV
The best for me is not the boat
The best for me in knotted artery
The best for me is when I’m alone
The best for me now is that unarming
The best for me if it isn’t rote
The best for me in the garden we’ll all be
The best for me is coming home
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