1. |
That's Always Me
02:10
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There were you and
all your dreams of
how your life was gonna be
you've found
solace from those
foolish friends
you knew were never
gonna stick around.
Now you're hoping
your sweet somethings
will roll around from
night and into day.
Turn your pockets
inside out
and all your lovers
seem to run away.
Abandoned in your hour of need?
Well that's always me!
Should have landed on your own two feet,
but you're scampering!
Try to make my way in life
but precedents are
fucking with my cause.
Try to make my happiness
but presidents are
fucking me with laws.
It all makes me laugh out loud
I'm watching our destruction
tall and proud.
Hear the sirens sound out now,
yeah,
soon they will be
firing at the crowds.
Get a grip they said, "Oh brother please,"
well that's always me.
Tyranny will bring you to your knees.
Well, it's happening!
Try to bring my hands to strings,
the moment rings,
it sounds out,
then it's gone.
Try to bring my reasoning
with melody
and melancholy songs
but it all seems futile now
the future brings
a million songs a day
Add it up to a sonic blur
and soon you'll see
my signal fade away.
Off the radar, nowhere to be seen,
like forgotten dreams,
etched in cornea corners, sole and serene
well that's always me!
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2. |
A Song for Your Heart
03:05
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I gaze from an angle, you stretch out a smile.
Tells tales of what's in your head.
You're too damn resistant, I tried for a while,
your caution keeps men from your bed.
You laugh as your days stretch on.
I watch as you spend them alone.
No daughters, no sons, no will to be won.
No solace, no refuge, no home.
Well, who sings a song for your heart
loudly as they shout from the street?
And I've heard you saying to yourself,
"why do they sing it for me?"
Now you kneel at the alter, and pray to the powers,
that fortune will smile on you.
That's where you falter, the clocks count the hours,
of torture your body turns through.
Now you're waiting for something to change,
yeah, you're patiently wasting your days.
You need love and affection, a whole new direction,
a purpose, a place, and an aim.
Well, who sings a song for your heart
loudly as they shout from the street?
And I've heard you saying to yourself,
"why do they sing it for me?"
Now you're growing impatient. You've sapped all the nectar
the world gave you to to soothe all your wounds.
You stand at the station. The man you're stood next to,
you've waved to conduct their own tune.
Now you're sickly from being alone,
and you won't leave your bed in the day.
'Cause you quake at the truth, there's no fountain of youth,
and you're losing your chance as you age.
Who sings a song for your heart
softly as they drift off to sleep?
And I've heard you saying to yourself,
"Why do they sing it for me?"
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3. |
Lighthouse
03:38
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When you're alone,
and isn't that all of the time?
You search for souls in solitude,
but you never find
that kindred spirit,
you've been searching for,
like a distant traveller,
sailing to your shore.
How long will you wait?
How long will you wait for them to find you?
How long will you wait?
When you're alone,
and that's all you've ever been,
you shine, how you've shown,
like no one's ever seen.
Like a dark night's lighthouse,
casting beams afar.
Burning brightly,
so they'll know where you are.
How long will you wait?
How long will you wait for them to find you?
How long will you wait?
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4. |
I Drift
03:49
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I search
day and night
I'm longing for someone familiar
across this lonely sea.
I'm hoping they will welcome me.
I move
across the floor and by the clocks,
through avenues unexplored
with ticking hands to guide me through.
I've no idea where I am going to.
I count
on countless play date working days
encounters always fade away
as memories melt in time.
I've got better things on my mind.
I dream
I'll be a better man some day.
I'll make you understand some way
you never could, but what the Hell?
I'm half the man you once knew well.
I am
an image in your cognisance,
an actor in your consciousness,
that plays and fades with hazy days.
I'm an afterthought of your crazy ways.
I live
in neurons firing in your brain;
a passenger in moving trains
that carry me through crowded days.
I'm drifting flotsam in your waves.
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5. |
Monitors
03:53
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Let's turn the monitors off.
No one's gonna answer your call.
You know there's no one there at all.
All the lines you've searched along,
are folding into flat-lines.
A sea of static, swiftly swimming lies.
We're all alone in this universe.
Sometimes you know it's just the truth that hurts,
but mending fabrications is much worse.
So save us from ourselves again.
Escapism is our unholy sin,
and it's a pit we're gladly falling in.
Believe me when I say to you,
there's nothing I think I'd rather do,
then sit and talk for hours and hours to you.
The ones you love will surely die,
from family trees to apples of your eye.
A certainty that you cannot deny.
So, why search for life that's far away?
When life is thriving right down here today.
Hold on to what you have, and "Come what may..."
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6. |
Too Close for Comfort
03:55
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I was
beside myself with joy,
and when you ran away
three long years ago
I felt my heart destroyed.
Now I'm too close for comfort,
clinging to what sticks,
oh, and it never does
so why continue
chasing what will never be for me?
And I still live my life alone.
And I still live my life alone.
I flirt
with all the girls I meet.
And it always seems so fleeting,
fleeing from yourself.
You hold me at an arm's length,
we never get too close.
So, is this really love,
or just convenience?
The nearest soul that was in reach for you?
I hold myself together at night.
I hold myself together at night.
I run
to whatever heart seems near.
I'll take my beatings
in fractured union,
joined by broken bones.
I'll hide my desperation:
my tired sullen eyes.
Oh, men never cry,
and I'm trying to impress you.
My only fear is that I'll die alone,
And so far that seems to be truth.
And so far that seems to be truth.
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7. |
Force
02:17
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A man, a gun, his little hands.
He keeps it holstered. Wicked plans.
He's drawing up a list of his demands:
a one night stand and a gold escape car.
Never get very far on an attitude
of sweet release and discreet platitudes.
Burning on for the dawn of the next one.
All night long on a lawn, tried to neck one,
two, three, four, who's a whore or a horror?
"-sure I saw a ghost in the last place."
Every single girl makes the same face.
Breaking your back for love is a disgrace.
Never tried too hard to get too dedicated.
Every holy place is a place I've desecrated.
Denigrated down to a meaningless void,
Avoid human contact, but savour the physical.
Animal; quizzical; curious wonder:
force of nature like lightning or thunder.
A ravenous wolf in a pack of sheep,
He's trying to chow down, but it beggars belief:
they're all disguised and wrapped in sheets.
Pulling wool over eyes, amidst furious bleats.
The streets are filled with their next kills,
A Brave New World that's built on pills.
Thrills will come to those who seek them.
Chills run spines when you can't defeat them.
Try and take them back, but you can't delete them.
Memories: echoing, every day, everywhere.
Kinda scared, but you can't break this feeling.
Peel the skin back, and it's so revealing.
Visceral, medical, cynical reaction.
Fatal consequences to a law of attraction.
Try to stave the feelings with another distraction.
Retraction of the fangs of a vampire creature.
Feature set complete, a machine post-beta.
Emotionless Machine will see you later.
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8. |
Break
04:16
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Hello.
It is nice to finally meet you.
Maybe we can go to
movies so that we can see
the people, we thought we could be
when we were not much younger now.
Now those fantasies have left us
and we're wandering in silence
in a world that's filled with violence,
sex and drugs, and me and you.
Neither of us quite so sure,
where we are headed to.
With every tick of every clock,
there is a movement of a
hand, but all my ligaments,
they struggle to make motion in the
morning. I just lay in bed
for another thirty minutes.
Hello.
I am looking for acceptance
from another certain someone
who can crack through
all the crags and crevasses
that surround the rock
in which I'm still living.
I don't mean to sound too hateful,
it comes naturally
like air I breathe,
or fire burning
in the elements of all I am.
I'm holding out for plans
of a new beginning.
Tear into the very core of me,
I want to see my heart again,
and feel the beating on my chest
of love and hate or
something that I can't mistake
for artificial living.
Break me...
Break me...
Break me...
Break me in...
Break me...
Break me...
Break me...
Break me in...
please.
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Leonardo Lemuel Bristol, UK
Demanding Emo in Bristol. Pouring out words over guitar.
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