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Curve (Good Grief)
05:54
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I listen slow and able
Keel softly from the start
memorised your misfortune
To save for another time
You can’t admit you’re happy
Maybe you shouldn’t be
Leave, as you wanted to be
Good Grief and blind honesty
Misery loves your company
So tread out here with me
I wish I had the judgement
To make it and have one made
So we’re working out our stitches
From running into the ground
I drive these thoughts straight back
To the back of my line
I do it all the time
And I’ll do it again
But you wouldn’t know
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Perrett's Brook
05:57
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Perretts Brook got shook up
I'll see you two months from now
And I hope it tastes the same
I've come from where you came
And I've herd your songs of pain
And I feel the same sometimes
Perretts Brook got shook up
I can you see your tyre marks
And road signs glow in the dark
You feel it closing in
The dashboard is shinning
All fairy lit and tragic
Perretts Brook got shook up
Headlights melt the frost
Beating down on the ground
Night she blankets in
Covering as you tread
Way out into you spirit
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Flutter
05:32
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I'll help you fight your former self
Break it up with red house bricks
Spend the day with tidal waves
And watch our space drift away
That's when I smile
I realise
Both wishing deeply for the best
As you watched me climb into the hills
Evaporate straight into steam
And make my way straight up creek
When i reach the summit
Im just too heavy to lift
The clouds have to leave without me
An impatient storm carries them free
A culture tourist making peace
It's a long way down
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Something Old
05:10
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Marleah’s Cadence
03:59
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Marleah’s Cadence, you were my defence
Where are going with no clothes
hopes it’s not where your friends go
when They became all your pin-ups
You Cut together like press cuts
I want to take you to knowhere
Talkover all, oh nothing
Arcane woods through on foot You follow me right through
Where are you going soaking wet
Marleah don’t be so upset
You cant pay the rent from bed
On a steady diet of sleeping pills
I saw a new world in you
That I want to live in too
Marleah’s Cadence, You were my defence
I’ll Break my arms pulling you out
Or off the squares bench just strung out
Or from the beautiful Ewans Hill
I know you picture the view still
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Pinch
04:28
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With poison in you mouth you talk to loud
I hope its nothing ive done slim to none
But keep following the common thread
Prove to myself that it exists
Imagine clouds to walk upon
While you look for that special someone
Be clear on what it is you want
Change it happens in brief moments
Counting down to low tide
Leave these songs by the shoreline
All the things the sea can hide
Everything I've memorised
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Rift
05:00
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My butterflies flew away
You told me they would one day
Though the noise has discoloured you
I wish to paint you clean
Be the house you were born in
Raised up free from the ruins
Waiting around...Naming the children
Sweet can’t you believe?
No-ones had them yet
Loosen these sunshine ties
And never keep our doors closed
Though the noise has buried you
I wish to dig you up
For the house you were born in
Bears a girl free from the ruins
An avian dissent
From a feline bride
So child-like
Resting out at peaks
Waiting around
Naming the children
Sweet can’t you believe?
No-ones had them yet
Into the first rift
And cave in the way out
Pulled from our flooding house
Teaching them all to swim
Who should we be next time?
A cloud or a nursery rhyme
Up on the 9th silver lined
With rain, wildlife and time
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The garden flowers are growing red
He fell asleep in the bath again
Flushing down his wedding ring
The damn superficial things
He couldn’t look after them
He couldn’t look after himself
His clothes are settling in the sink
Fixing up the hardest drinks
Missing each creek on the stairs
Climbing up two wooden hills
The map pins and the good starts
Thrown back at the soft parts
All this pressure won’t let you think
Step and Toe, they’ll make those links
Feet hits the soul and fish hits the bowl
Come on man does no one know
Come on man does no one know
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Happy Downer
05:04
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Thinking of weeks spent in wax museums, looking at me
He’s stupid and he’s is dumb
Bur Self help tapes are fun
So lets run, ami it wouldn’t fit, go for a swim
With bottlenose dolphins
Glistening like silver inks
The days explode away
Strings surround her haze
Your house is so very old
She’ll never ever hold
You got up and walked out fast, oh what a guest
Without turning around
The door fed up flashbacks
Showed all of us just spinning out,
Early birds and night owls
Could never slow us down
Another beautiful June
To wear a gun-shy smile
Batting golden blinks
Whos buying all your drinks?
Best drink up because it’s coming up to 4oclcok
Get a blue cab home
This time on your own
Better than a kick in the mouth, only for me
Only yours has sprung a leak
Dark secrets never keep.
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Twin
04:47
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If you keep walking on Saturn’s moon
In your Dirty old space suit
You’ll look at earth then back at me
And this night’s given generously
Swim or drown with legs ablaze
Step over yourself, oh Crazy H
Spit and speak your wisdom to me
“No-one is a fruitless tree”
Is too, Is too
Where are you now
Plans are poor but so are you
Doubled twin carry him home
Though rough I know you’ll sleep well
Crawling over pavement swells
Are you afraid of the calming waves
We are clean cut and we are bland
Crazy H. just spins around
Sister fate deals you her hand
With burning pockets it’s never bad
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Oliver Wilde Bristol, UK
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