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Dangerfield
01:45
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How can I love you forever, If I die when I'm 47?
I think I've fucked up my liver too much,
I don't think they'll let me into heaven.
You'll have to go alone. But you can still call me on the phone.
And we can write letters? They'll make me feel better...
And I'll just sit down here in hell. Do as I do.
Sing sad songs on tape machines about you. Forever.
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Angel
02:38
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There's about ten songs playing in my head
and for the first time in my life it's not my bed. It's our bed.
And when we're dead. If we can remember things.
I'll remember this.
There's yellow writing on a blue sky when you're not here.
and that yellow writing on a blue sky induces the fear.
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4. |
Loss Prt 2.
02:46
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It's funny if someone reminds me of my father,
I think I stare a little too long...
It's funny if someone reminds me of my partner when I'm out
Oh I mump and I moan...
Do you think Alice Deejay, was really better off alone?
and do you think all those punks we know really want to go home?
It's funny when you meet someone drunken when you're sober
So full of words but you don't know what to say
Whether drunken or sober, I don't know what to think
I always find a way to fuck up my day
I was blinded by the way you took me in.
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5. |
I'm Feeling Shitty Too
03:31
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27 years back home. 2 months in the city.
You're outside in your favourite dress.
and I'm on the floor feeling shitty.
And I want to write songs like Swifty does.
But I rarely pick up my guitar.
I want to feel heartbreak like Swifty does!
and tonight it doesn't seem that far away.
and I could smash my head in and break my hollow bones.
But now I'm medicated so I'm happy on my own.
So I'll apologize for my insincere, sarcastic tone.
I'll get back to learning to be all alone.
10 weeks in this world. We've had 5 years.
It's been pretty. I'll put on a shirt. You put on a dress.
and we'll both go out to the city.
We'll dance and sing songs like Swifty does.
The ones where she don't play guitar.
But we can forget it all, not like Swifty does.
Forget it all. Forget it all it's all so far away.
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I've had enough of strangers, I've not had enough to do
I've had enough of Celtic, had enough of Rangers too
Had lots of acceptance, of the things I say I do
but there's not enough acceptance for me to accept a cunt like you
and you built yourself an empire.
and you built yourself a home
Now these things you build around you now
Pretty soon they'll all be gone.
By the window of my bedroom
My thoughts go racing to the moon
Up there they play with asteroids
and a few ambitious hot air balloons
but all youre thoughts are grounded,
Flightless without a clue
and you got cleared for lift off
That's a mistake I'm pretty sure...
and you built yourself an empire.
and you built yourself a home
Now these things you build around you now
Pretty soon they'll all be gone.
When you build yourself an empire
You shouldn't build it on the muck
You didn't build with good foundations
So now it's all gone to fuck..
From the window of my bedroom
from my new home on the moon
I can see your empire falling
It's not a moment too fucking soon...
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Oh do you know what love is?
If you do who fucking told you?
I remember what you were wearing the first day I saw you.
The only one wearing denim in the library.
I never thought you'd look my way. I never thought you'd see me.
But now you give me what I need
What I need too survive and what I need is everything
But I know like everyone, you'll be quick to turn around
I'm always the punchline to too many jokes in here
They call me a weirdo. Told me I was some fucking pervert
Said "I don't know who told you what love is, but they were fucking wrong"
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Got a white collar, but I still get the blues
You've been gone forever but I still wanna tell you the good news
Want to go to your graveside, wanna play Black star
Want to sing a song for the baby but Marr has really set the bar too high.
Another headache, another eight hour shift
It's getting really hard to pretend I give half a shit about anything
but you and the dog,
you and the dog and myself and my decaying mental health
I wish I had more to say
But I'm just hoping I can make it through another fucking day
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I'm in a hotel- Or is just fucked part of my brain
and we're fighting or have I really gone insane?
and your Dad's there and you both think that I'm lame
I AM LAME- IT'S A REAL FUCKING SHAME
So I walk these halls. Trying to figure it out.
Leave you on your own side, Leave you to be rested.
I'll be back.
(inaudible)
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11. |
Not this again
03:09
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Kylo Ren
02:59
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Stop getting drunk & fucking all this good shit up
If my foots not in my mouth, I'm driving it through my guitar
and I never met your grandmother and you never met my Dad
I wonder what he'd say if he were and could see me going mad
and now it's 4am and I'm still up watching Star Wars
Trying to decide if Winona is forever
and now it's 4am and I'm still up watching Star Wars
I want you to know that this shit is forever
They say you're bossy, so I guess it kind of makes sense.
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Popeye has Spinach, me I have whisky
It makes me feel strong when I'm weak and alone
and when you're at work it's just me and the dog
and I watch him just sleeping and chewing on bones
I can't help but what he thinks about me, the way I do with everyone else
Me, I'm almost 30 staring in a bathroom mirror
Taking pictures of myself
Out of all the Charlie Browns in the world
Out of all your silly love songs about girls
After all you're never ending over dramatic lines
I'm sure you'll be fine
Bill he has precious his love's so infectious
It makes me feel strong when I'm out on my own
and when I'm at work my brain sifts through the fog
and sometimes it all seems a bit overblown
Now I'm almost thirty I still don't know what hurts me
I wonder if I'll find it out with you, or on my own.
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Robins Chord Organ Song
03:08
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Time waits for no man, and man I've no time
My mum says I look like my Dad with this haircut
and last week Lou and me said we'd get married
I remember her cleaning her flat way back on her last day of uni
and well before that, I remember not knowing her at all
All of this means nothing
But all of this nothing means a lot to me
Now I'm pushing thirty, times pushing on
My Grans asked God to spare her from the day I was born
Last week seems like forever ago, I can't recall last week at all..
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Alix/Alex
02:43
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The sky above you is always blue
and I'm so glad I stopped crying every time that I saw you
but when I look in your eyes
I see love, and I see loss cause I see him
and everything he'd do if he were here for just one day
to show how much he would love you
But Don't worry
Alix you've got so much ahead of you
And will my brother, ever stop and pay attention
He's too busy lost in that bright blue that I mentioned
Cause when he looks in your eyes
He's sees love, and everything he's lost
and everything he would do to love and protect you
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Smile! Though your life is fucking shit
but you don't do a thing to help it, and you're selfish
Watch! as you flush it down the drain
and the more you see things change. You're the same.
And you nod! As you listen to the jukebox in the pool room
In the afternoon.
And you drink! Even though you're feeling kind of rough
But you never think it's too much, or enough
No moving up, no moving on
Oasis sing along we get the words wrong
til the beers gone
Bring it up, don't bring it down
It's your hometown.
Sing along with me. It's all we'll ever be.
Work! for your fortnight in the sun and you wait
for those two weeks to come, now it's done!
And you'll die! in the usual 9-5 wait for the weekend to arrive.
What a life.
No moving up, no moving on
Oasis sing along we get the chords wrong
til the gears gone
Don't bring it up, don't bring it down
It's your hometown.
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In the bathtub my body gets warmer
My problems get smaller
I remember what she used to call me
and what I used to call her
I keep thinking about dying with a hangover
I keep thinking about the angel in my bedroom
and my heads spinning round and round
and I'm praying I don't fall asleep and drown
I'm praying to anyone who will listen
and as the girl in the squid and the whale
recommends tonic water
My mum and my lover talk of the ring that I bought her
Can you tell me, can you die with a hangover?
Can you tell me is that an angel in my bedroom?
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Country Mouse
02:06
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Thanks to Mark Modest Mouse can make me cry
You could ask me how I am but Hell I'd probably fucking lie
cause my guts still keep me up and night
wincing in pain and my brain keeps spitting out these dumb emo refrains
Like;
I get anxious when down
I get down when I'm anxious
I get anxious getting down when I'm out
I can't sleep when I'm down
I can't sleep when I'm anxious
I can't sleep so I Twist and I shout
But to be fair it doesn't take a lot
My eyes wells up at the vaguest fucking thought
Like my Dad taping films for me at night when I was young
or when coming up onto this stage was tons of stupid fun
I get anxious, I get down
I get down, I get anxious
I get anxious, you're out there getting down
Before I can sleep I get down.
I can't sleep I get anxious.
So I drink and I twist and I shout
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Holz
02:53
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Tourist hug in photos at the fountain by my flat
Me and trying my best not to worry about work and all of that
So I listen to Franklin Bruno spout out words I could never dream
and wrack my brains trying to figure out what they mean
My mind wonders, my feet ponder, my thoughts ask me
are you really all alone?
Now it's two weeks later, I'm a tourist writing sad songs by the pool
and for a change I've not drunk too much or fucked up and acted the fool
So I listen to Franklin Bruno spout out words I could never dream
and wrack my brains trying to figure out what they mean
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Bad Bitch in a Spacesuit
02:45
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I'd rather be a face in the crowd
Than a hero in my home town
I'd rather be a friends faded photograph
and you can have, what I have
If you give me what you got.
I might be in love, but that doesn't stop other girls from being pretty
and I might be happy but that doesn't stop my brain from being shitty
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22. |
I'll Wait on you
03:07
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I keep looking at my new tattoo
Not the people dying next door in the hospital room
I keep wondering what the fuck I'll do if you die first.
I wonder who'll drive up front with behind the hearse.
You've only been gone two nights, I don't know what to do
I keep thinking about that nightmare I had- a life without you
I had to go to Chrissy's party on my own
I just sat in the corner crying looking at my phone
If you wait on me. I'll wait on you.
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Lovers Turn to Monsters Glasgow, UK
Lovers Turn to Monsters is a long pale man, slowly falling into middle age.
He wishes he
could be one of those guys who tours all the time, but he likes baths far too much. So instead he stays in his room and makes lengthy albums of emotive lo-fi nonsense.
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