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Jazz Hands
03:31
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Oh, I miss those days of youth
When the only thing that mattered was drinking in the sun
It’s this pining for freedom that unites us
To get as far away as possible; the 15 bus
Take a guess where I’ll be, come Saturday,
I’ll meet you at the usual place
This, it has been my consistent routine, since I could get some sleep, since I was just thirteen
But I wouldn’t change a thing
I might’ve changed just one thing
It’s so Frustrating, we’ve ups and we’ve downs, with no weight on our shoulders, feet glued to the ground
The door’s always open, we’re not turning round
If it’s going to happen, it will happen now
Now the ground beneath my feet is far from solid, far from concrete
They say, “time’s ours”, just not to keep
You think you’re in the deep end?
Keep your head above water
I wouldn’t change a thing
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Progress
00:55
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Let's Regress
03:58
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What ever happened to progress?
What ever happened to forward thinking?
“Daddy, buy me a tractor”
The fashion’s changed
The only thing I’ll ever care about is pre-modern technology
I never knew that being a farmer shortlisted your dreams
What a pleasant image, it’s not been done
(That’s what you think)
If only you could see yourself
Gotta get me a waistcoat,
New banjo strings, so we can get that twang just right
Did something switch in the recent past?
Like all good fads, this one’s gonna last
Yeah, that’s what you think.
That’s what you think
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So, it’s a beautiful day outside, you don’t have to dwell indoors
(But the sunlight will burn my eyes)
Pessimism leaks from every pore
Poor soul, he’s been through a lot
He had perfection but it seems he forgot that regardless of his self-indulgent beliefs the sun will still rise, life will still go on
Things can only go up from here
(A pessimist gets the best reaction)
Exclusively, a plague on the first world
(A pessimist gets the best reaction)
A phantom fever that saturates half of the words
(A pessimist gets the best reaction)
That pours out an un-kissable mouth
(A pessimist gets the best reaction)
Now that it’s back in fashion
(A pessimist gets the best reaction)
Of course, heartbreak, we can all relate too
We have a little mourn from time to time about our beatless hearts
The smallest things have repercussions, I swear that nothing comes from nothing
Do yourself a favour and change your outlook on life
You feel the need to get these things off your chest
Self involve, the way that you think you know best
We’ve all got problems, but some things you keep to yourself
Un-pleasantries, now plagued on everyone else
Remember son, art never comes from happiness
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02:05
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If only I could have the chance to speak
As a boy who cared if his life was on track
To say I was out of it at the time
(It means nothing to me)
In hindsight the drama that it breeds could’ve been more clean
What will this do for my reputation?
It’s no secret that I’m not the victim
That’s not what you’d think by the way I’ve been acting
It’s no secret that I’m not the victim
That’s not what you’d think by the way I’ve been acting
Who am I to say I’m stranded?
I treated you like you were out of fashion
I’ll get what I get
Now it seems every single time that I speak my words are thrown straight, right back on the tracks
So now I’m lying through my teeth
(It means nothing to me)
I strolled right into a hive of bees, it was hardly the best of fun for anyone involved or affected
If silence is your gift to me, it’s swelling up with irony since I never had the chance to tell you myself.
That’s not how it happened.
Ignorance pairs well with bliss,
Raise your hand if you’re a victim
You have every right to hate me
Your innocence; the highest of treason
Don’t worry, it’ll come round and bite me.
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7. |
Bloom Into
03:49
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I blew a kiss into the abyss and all I got was blackness back
It seems so cruel to let us bloom into these things that try to improve the cracks
Try open doors to archaic orchards
None of that, we’re realists.
Who are you to take their hope away?
I’m a saint in comparison, regardless of the arguments, no more cryptic messages, solid and opaque.
Lets all take an oath
To never getting old
Actions
Words
Some things are best left unsaid, unheard
Your expectations bother me
Nothing more than endless sleep
If a saint were to disagree would you tamper with their faith?
I blew a kiss into the abyss
And all I got was blackness back.
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Capsized
04:14
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Let’s start with the young ones, nip this problem in the bud
Kill the source, kill the problem
His only connection with his city, with his home, was a woman I never met
He’d keep up with national news almost every day to see how his home had changed
A nation on it’s head
A nation capsized
This is the place where I spent all my holidays
A secure island, one hundred scholars died
This is the place where I spent all my holidays
How can this happen? How can this happen here?
The truth is these worms are everywhere, eating our food, breathing good men’s oxygen
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Sustaining
03:35
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Some things are born of dreams like doing this and sustaining
The type of life that makes your parents proud
Catapult something with substance against the wall, find a connection try and exploit something that I’ve loved for years until it bores me to fucking tears
It’s nothing new, it’s nothing new, to try and voice your opinion on matters that you feel you could represent
If you feel that you could follow through, to not accept their motivation you’re either stubborn, or just a liar
Catapult something with substance against the wall, find a connection try and exploit something that I’ve loved for years until it bores me to fucking tears
The chances are if you’re that stubborn you wont pass the walls of your bedroom, but who needs others? I do this for myself (well, that’s a lie!)
Some thing’s are born of dreams like doing this and sustaining
Credibility, the grass is always greener on the other side
It’s quite hypodermic really, to suck all the feeling.
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Pictures Of Splendour
05:15
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Can’t pay to eat but the shines never better in the crystal ball that shows pictures of splendour, consume your own weight in poisons of pleasure
It’s rare that we abide by the rule of ‘get rich or die trying’
The yellow brick road’s got enough cracks in the pavement for you to trip and break your neck, contort ambition into regret
Tell me what could ever happen next?
Tell me what could ever happen next?
I’d love to paint a picture for you but the duplicate it just won’t be the same
Home is where you haven’t got a care in the world
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