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Listening to Max Richter
Walking home in a weather warning
I guess this is probably how I go
or I could choke myself to death with my fathers hands
I've been wearing them since September
Do you remember all the stupid shit I said?
Will you remember it when I'm dead?
When I'm just bones in a Box, what will happen to my thoughts?
Can't believe they play the fruit machines
Who'd gamble in a room full of bullet holes?
I guess this is probably where I'll go
Is London Calling on the wall?
There's nothing left I've removed it all
I'll be living here till September.
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2. |
Week 2: Jazz Singer
02:59
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Watching The Twilight zone on my phone
Having dinner alone, a million miles since home.
That's enough fucking judgement from you Stephen Pastel.
That's enough fucking judgement from you...
But I guess I hope I'm as cool as you when I'm 102
Jazz Singer. Train to Willoughby.
I'm starting to worry about myself again.
I'm only on the first season.
So we'll see where that goes.
I need a new doctor to check my health and then...
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3. |
Week 3: No Swimming
03:22
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Never thought that I'd say this but;
It's too dark in this house, and it's too warm.
I'm sweating trying to find my around.
I thought this was all familiar ground.
Happiness.
Like that loch I see from the train.
Happiness.
Like that little church off the motorway.
Refrain. (Out of reach)
Never thought that I'd say this;
But it's like my life's literally falling apart
Now I've no job. Headache trying to find my around.
I thought this was all familiar ground.
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Blood on white headphones.
Dirt under my finger nails.
You can go back to doing what you hate if all else fails?
I'm sure I've had this nightmare before.
Spirals in my sanity.
My heart is like a package with a fragile label on it.
Just like Cardi B.
Flames against a nighttime sky.
I can't believe you think I'd lie to you.
My back is breaking, head is aching and I can't fucking sleep.
I'm choking on a drink and a night out,
But after TV time it's lights out.
Time to grow up, I'm old and I don't dance now.
Just like Cardi B.
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I don't know why, you think I'm fucking here to fucking save you.
I don't know why, you think I can tell you how to feel.
I'm so furious at the idea of dying here alone,
in my home with the big garden and hoards of dogs
I wonder if my fear of the void increases
When I feel it's getting nearer
and I wonder if there's real ghosts in the house
I don't know why I can't sleep all the fucking time
I don't know why every time we argue I fucking cry
I'm just furious at the idea of leaving you here alone
In the sunset, in a wreckage, mangled metal and hardened blood
Cause I owe you everything...
I can't read your mind. Can you read mine?
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Oh the bases were empty on the diamond of my heart
When the coach called me up to the plate.
I'd been swingin' and missin' and lovin, and kissin.
My average was point double-o eight.
So I spit on my hands,
Knocked the dirt from my spikes,
And pointed right towards center field.
This time I'm hittin' the home run.
This time love is for real.
I'll slide I'll steal, I'll sacrifice,
A lovin' fly for you.
I've been slumpin' off season,
But now I've found the reason.
I've struck on a love that is true.
I used to play the field.
I used to be a roamer.
But season's turnin' around for me now.
I've finally bagged me a homer
That's right, I've finally bagged me a homer.
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If I squint I can see green fields through faded white venetian blinds
It's been a while since I sung about funerals
Been a while since I thought about mine
But I'm here, helping you through this fear
The fear you lived through with me
Then I wonder who I'd be
If I'd stayed here in this town
I've been spending all my money on music and pornography
and If I'm being honest it's not working economically
So predominantly I've been thinking about the past
painting fences in the summer time, or that summer
that you took up wine.
I'm assuming so that you could grit your teeth and sleep with me...
You're not an art teacher anymore.
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8. |
Week 8: Barry Season 2
03:39
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I sing of aching backs
I sing of broken feet
I dream of shop closures so soon
cause I'm fucking beat
Have you had a look in there?
They've stripped it bare.
I think of stalking jeeps.
Every time I see raven hair.
I released album this week
but nobody cared
Have you had a look in there?
Ironing piled to the ceiling
I don't know what to read
Sometimes I don't know what you need
How many times can we say "tiny prisoners"?
Have you seen in there?
They've torn your bath to a sunder
Art is a lie and no one can ever change.
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You got me spinning out
and I’m not coming down
cause once I’m on the ground
I’m back inside my body
It’s like a movie scene
How could a girl like me
Become the beauty queen
I’m stuck inside this body
I want a cheerleader girlfriend
I want an English teacher boyfriend
I want Liv Tyler in a skirt at the end of the world,
Wanna kiss her when the song ends
And they’ll be singing like
I’m dreaming every night
Of Freddie Prinze’s eyes
And Hugh Grant in a tie
And no one looking through me
So take my shaking hand
Tell me you understand
And when I count to ten
We’re back inside the movie
My parents were right MTV ruined my life
The TV was right, parents ruined my life
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10. |
Week 10: GINO
01:59
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I listen to bands led by guys called Mark and think about making you mine
Now its 5am I'm in the car back home and we're married so I guess it's all fine
I'm getting sick to fucking death of all my shitty rhymes
I'm getting sick to fucking death of all this fucking rain
and my nikes are just slowly fading away
I just need to make it past Tuesday
Death to the people who talk in the steam room
Death to the people who leave receipts at self serve
Death to the better devil you know
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Diagnosed with chronic headaches at eight years old
Roughly two a week since then
They blamed excitment, depression, diet, anxiety
I changed them all but now it's all about the same
Unemployed for two days
Headache for two days
So I thought I'd take some time to sit in the dark
clear my brain and think about how I spent my time
I'm almost 31 so that's 22 years
That's 8030 days that's 2288 Headaches...
Without stopping to count all the ways.
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I know it's a cliche, But if these walls could talk what would they say?
Would they ask of the day that I left? the day you died?
or the first night you stayed over?
we forgot to ask the driver to make another stop...
I know it sounds "woe as me" but sometimes I try my best
but it's not good enough. I just wanna be good enough for you...
I think of the day you left, I said I wanted to die...
but that night, you stayed over
I watched and Solaris. And now my brain won't fucking stop.
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The laptop light. So awkwardly bright.
I'll blame it for me still being awake.
And yesterday I bought a car so I could get to work
They say you've got to spend. Spend to make.
Where's the organ?
Where's the drums?
I can't do much cause the kids are at my mums.
And I've been living in the past
It's funny how it all comes back so fast.
I used to think I was here for life
But it turns out it's just what I do
But I don't need to...
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Nostalgia makes me want to die.
Teenagers walking home in the sun.
I try my best not to swerve the car.
I've not had a night out in years, and neither should you!
Up to my eyes in stress and debt.
Up to my eyes in Phoebe Waller Bridge material
I'm going to Paris, I'm not going to Texas
I've ran out of 3G so why don't you text us?
Going back to your mums House.
Not going back to mine...
Nostalgia makes me want to Die.
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*written around 2007
It's like I'm living in a prison here
but at least I'm closer, closer to you
Dont know why but everything feels like
its changed again...
Used to feel like a holiday
but now it seems like the raining never stops
I know it's your home
but still it feels like everything has changed again
and I know it's your home but it feels ike everything has changed again
and maybe one day I'll settle down
This is your home
don't you worry, you're not alone.
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I swear if I hit a fox I'll take my own life.
I've been looking for a valid reason anyway.
Driving home in the dark listening to film scores
Pretending I'm ten times more brooding than I am.
Shocks on my system.
You never know who's listening.
Stuck in the deep end, whilst the deep end calls my name
It's almost bang on three o'clock
And I can't sleep for the rain
I can't sleep, so I pray.
Pray in vain that a saviour will rise from these sheets.
Today I'm 31 & I'm going for food with my friends and wife
I've been looking for a valid reason anyway...
And I think my swimmings getting stronger
And my hair is getting longer
And we're going to see a house on Saturday.
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I swear I'm reborn every other night, in the car
in the dark of the car park outside my new work
Among the tress, faded streetlights, shimmering rain residue I see you
You're Ill when I tell you that you're ill
but I'm only slightly concerned
You're Ill when I say you're ill
and I'm only slightly concerned
And there's something so Chris Ware
about a family's cars broken down by the side of the road
and I'm getting tired of counting my blessings
There's no time among all of this stressing
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I've been living in the rear view.
Have you ever saw that thing where the light reflects and it kind of looks like there's two of you?
Hell, maybe it's just me. If I'm being honest
With such little sleep I can't explain half of the shit I see...
Fuck I love this song!
It makes me feel like I did when I was younger
Throw me in a glass and I'll dissolve.
I can't believe it's dark already, it's just the way the world revolves
Throw me in a glass and I'll dissolve
Is it just me or am I starting to show some more resolve?
Now it's 6:45am
Strangers out the front coughing up their lungs to start their day
I've been up since 4 and everything in walking distance is starting to become a bore
David! I miss you already.
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20. |
Week 20: The Wolf
04:23
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Everyone's out wearing sensible shoes.
Me? I'm rocking my decade old Adidas
and it's rained so much, driving home I can't see shit
The M8? The M8s mostly mist
and I mostly miss you
Now I'm up so early my bones they feel like dust
Cant even stream "The Milk Eyed Mender" and that albums just a must
And the clocks are moving backwards again
and It's too hot in this place
Three copies of "Helter Skelter" and I'm left dreaming of your face.
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Week 22: Bleak
03:45
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Everything you thought was out of reach is well within your grasp
and if you woke up this morning feeling like shit remember it soon will pass.
Like something slowly crawling from my skull
My old boss he said my eyes just glazed over
and me? I turn and say
Turn the fucking heating on!
and everything you thought was a bad idea, is by far your best
So don't throw it on a pile beside all of the rest.
Watch the caffeine and aspirin dissolve within a glass
Another nightmare just to remind you you were never top of the class
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Week 23: Jaden
03:06
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Choking on meds. I should be in bed.
Didn't they used to play HULK on channel 5 on a Sunday?
Him and those wandering teens?
You know the ones I mean?
You were so mean...
Maybe I was too
Still stuck in the past.
Soon I'll be moving onto better things.
Making the bed. I should take my meds.
I remember my youth, sleeping in on a Sunday
Then I'd join my wandering team.
You remember the ones I mean?
So full of shit.
Maybe I was too.
I just want a white picket fence
No one to take o f f e n s e
What a fuckin' cliche
What a naive dreamer
You should probably just unfriend on Facebook...
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Week 24: Perfect Piano
02:24
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Sometimes my blood moves too slow,
and the monsters in the clouds I swear they know...
As the sandstorm whips in from the West.
I try so hard to look my best.
Forever staring at the sand and sea.
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Never thought we'd be out swimming in the flood
Never thought that we'd be the first to draw blood
Wielding sharpened blades in the dark
Our eyes grow wider whenever we hear a distant bark
and we never thought that we'd get home
Running water, Running what, what are you running from?
Never thought that we'd see two sets of everything
Summer lovin' in the car stereo if you want to sing
Your Sharon and I'm Jay and we know our fate
Up to our knees, check the calendar, check the date
We're never getting home...
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26. |
Week 26 Holt Farrier
02:51
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Engaged in intensive care.
Sorry I've no tears to spare.
But to be fair.
It's been a tough week.
My bones are stripped bare.
Try your best not to stare.
Burnt out at both ends.
It's been a tough week.
I'm losing count of the weeks
I'm losing count of the lengths
I'm losing count of the lengths I'd go to make you happy.
Baby mine. We'll be fine.
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How do we know what age we are
If it's not spray painted on a bedsheet on a roundabout?
Can't believe I missed Sebadoh last night
I couldn't find anyone with a ticket to tout.
Am I being over dramatic if I said this was the worst year of our life.
Headaches.
Watching Joker reviews on my lunch break.
Me and Arthur could be cell mates.
Aw fuck it! I'm having you on!
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You should never put a picture of you crying over a break up on the internet
For everyone to see...
Human emotions are too obtuse and too complex to make folk think
That this is all that they could be...
They are not a single tear track messing up your make up in the sun,
on a sunny afternoon...
They are not writing a song at 1am drunk of your tits
Shouting some weird stuff about the moon.
It's changing the weather. For worse or for better.
And you should never make a promise you can't keep to a loved one.
And break the bad news to them from a distance on the phone
Human emotions are too fragile and upset to take the pressure
After years of you seeing them acting prone...
Could you just change the weather? For worse or for better.
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Moira wears the same perfume that you did,
That's probably why you were in my dream last night.
Like a ghost lingering through a haunted house.
Driving home you put my fingers in your mouth...
Which is weird as fuck, cause I know that that's not you
and If I'm being honest- I wouldn't want it to be you
Cause I prefer the other shit you do
And Tommy might be onto something when he said
"Fuck this Town"
and I don't want to sound like a broken record
"But there's too much to do and not enough time"
And all we over talk about is reasons not to have kids
That's probably why Dad was in my dream last night
Maybe it's me who's the ghost and this towns the haunted house
I need to calm my nerves, only four weeks til I see the mouse
Which is always fun as fuck cause I get to be with you
and If I'm being honest. That's all I ever want to do.
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Would I be sadder, if I drunk IPAS?
Or I found out that I had to share a grave,
With someone you loved long after me?
I guess just like everything we'll have to wait and see?
Like our plans for the new year.
Or this buyers remorse- induced fear
Would I be healthier/happier if I Gymed twice a day?
We forgot to stop by the new house on our way home
Or at least to your mothers house- I don't know what to call it
At least now we're done with it and can get to call it a day
Here's to the new year
Fuck it lets dive into the fear.
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33. |
Week 33: Oddle Poddle
02:51
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Have you ever saw the rain whipping across your far off wind mirror
and the light reflecting off it make the raindrops look like flames?
Have you ever felt like your slowly walking backwards,
then all of a sudden you're on the next level of the game?
Thank God we're getting to the end
Fingers crossed there's something good around the bend.
Have you ever locked yourself in a room for months on end
and convinced yourself you're not losing your mind?
Have you ever worked so hard your hands are bruised and bloody
but its worth it for the ties that bind.
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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.
... more
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