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Betamax
06:01
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If I were little braver,
If I were a little smarter,
I would done it years ago,
But now it's too late,
I'm too firmly rooted,
I can't explain,
I'm almost happy,
It's as if I've lapsed,
I don't have lungs,
I don't breathe the air,
It tastes of other people,
And their DNA,
Promise you won't laugh,
But I've got a secret that I can't take to the grave,
And it's driving me mad,
See, I'm a special kind,
I was obsolete before I came of age,
But never mind.
It's just time,
I had to learn the hard way
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2. |
Mannequin
01:56
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I was reincarnated,
As a clothes store mannequin,
I’d stand, staring out of the window,
As I drew the customers in,
Sometimes people would ask,
About the clothes they dressed me in,
I’d tell them beauty is only skin-deep,
It’s just a shame I have no skin,
Soon, I became disassembled,
For incitement, and aggravation,
So I gathered my limbs in a bin bag,
And I crawled to the nearest station,
I slunk silently passed the turnstiles,
I hopped on the next train to London,
Put myself back together,
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3. |
Science Fiction
04:06
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I’d love to get to,
To know you better,
To know all your subtle-,
Your architecture,
I could almost let,
Allow myself to,
Become obsessive,
To always need you,
I was unimpressed,
Your breasts just feel like two lumps of flesh,
I expected more,
Are you free Friday?
We could rent a film,
Order some food in,
It could almost be real,
You see I’m in love,
And I just wanted to give you the night off,
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4. |
Every day is Sunday
02:04
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Come peel me off the ceiling,
I’ll simulate a feeling,
I live on heart-shaped lockets,
And stolen antibiotics,
Erode my silly mind,
I’m cheap, so cheap,
I cannot feel a Monday,
When every day is Sunday,
A big, dumb ball of nothing,
Swinging on a shoestring,
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You know you're talking so tough,
Well, I have had it up to here.
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6. |
Alaska
01:48
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7. |
Autopilot
04:50
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This night has gone to my head,
Knocked me right off-balance,
The cold air in my lungs,
Feels like sulfuric acid,
I trudge on, down the street,
One foot in front of the other,
I ignore all other people,
Try and keep a straight line,
I’m really getting too old,
To keep on acting like this,
I have to learn to accept,
That enough is enough,
It’s started to fucking rain,
I feel like I might dissolve,
Wash away down the drain,
No trace left of me,
But I should be so lucky,
I’ll have to face tomorrow,
With any rotten luck,
The hangover will kill me.
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8. |
Blood Oranges
03:21
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Today I made a sort of candle vigil,
With fairy lights and cotton wool and thimbles,
The shadows sprayed across the room are fine,
Olympian, stoic champions of light,
And it’s helps,
Me to see,
To give form,
To what I,
Feel inside,
Raked and dry,
Peeling skin,
Sunken cheeks,
I made myself another cheap Christingle,
My blood oranges were just starting to turn,
The sides are dotted with apricots and dates,
A fairy light on top, so it doesn’t burn,
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9. |
Lone Star Lovers
04:38
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Oh Daddy dearest,
Do you think I look pretty?
I want you to say,
I'm the prettiest girl in the world.
Oh Daddy dearest,
Will you love me forever?
Hold me in your arms and never let me go.
I'm not a little girl anymore,
I've got to make my own way in life,
I've got to make my own decisions,
And there's something I've been meaning to tell you,
Oh Daddy dearest,
I never wanted to upset you,
I can still remember,
Your drunken, violent temper,
Oh Daddy dearest,
I just want you to be happy,
Can't you say the same for me?
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Alternative Truths
03:36
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Sanity hangs on a linear perspective,
A bruised vulva; the destruction of womanhood,
Martyred children, the scars of love defective,
Hollowed out for the love of all that's good,
Alternative truths, you're always splitting hairs,
Between experience and control,
Reality, submission, a murky transition,
Experience fills a gaping hole,
Abandoment hangs a primal hysterectomy,
Blistered. Fractured. Promiscuous. Coronation.
Create / slut, create / slut,
Fucking a death and sarcastic correlations
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Afternoon Slump
03:02
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You sing it best when you're being sincere,
I can tell with an untrained ear,
When you're being fake and when you channel your fears,
When you've known something for years and years,
I like it best when you're being false,
When your singing falls a little short,
When you try to fit a limerick to a waltz,
When you're cooing venom and barking schmaltz,
I love when you crash with a thump,
Straight into the bowels of an afternoon slump,
I love it when you sing and I get a kick,
I love it when you sing, it makes me sick.
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12. |
Adam
03:54
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Hey you fucking faggot,
Where the hell are you going?
Why are you in such a hurry?
Come here and have a chat,
Are going 'round to your boyfriend?
Are you going to suck his dick?
Are you going to fuck his arse or,
Take it like a bitch?
Come here and take your medicine,
You know that you are sick,
You're a sick and twisted fuck,
You know it's going to hurt but,
It's just a little prick,
It'll help in the long run,
What's the matter babe?
You're awfully quiet tonight,
Don't say that it's nothing,
I know when something's not right,
I wish that you were more open,
I want to help you out,
Come here and take your medicine,
You know that you are sick,
You're a sick and twisted fuck,
You know it's going to hurt but,
It's just a little prick,
It'll help in the long run,
You know that you can trust me,
I only want what's best,
I've never done you wrong,
I want to keep you safe and,
I want to keep you hidden,
Keep you away from harm,
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13. |
The Id and the Ego
14:48
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I’ve read Rabbit run,
I’ve read Less than Zero,
I’ve read Brave New world and 1984.
But I found no higher sense of purpose,
I think I’m the problem,
It changes other people,
I just have no depth,
I’m shallow.
I open the glovebox,
Flick through my tapes,
Find the one that I want,
Put it on.
Side A, track one, an instrumental intro with wailing guitars. Something good is about to happen, I can feel like it like static in the air. I cut the heaters- I don’t want anything to mask the music. The band are reaching the zenith of the crescendo- It won’t be long before the breakdown. It won’t be long before the break down man comes.
Yeah, so; Crescendo.
I’m tired of music changing my life,
No one’s even noticed that I am the protagonist,
Currents of dullard extras just pass me by.
And I know what you are thinking,
I think it all the time,
We could we have been,
If only we really applied ourselves,
We can only blame ourselves
We’re the only ones left to blame,
Because everybody else,
Always goes away,
You think you want it sugar-coated?
You think you want pre-watershed?
You think you want god-fearing and clean?
Well I suppose it can be arranged,
All I want is my own personal salvation,
I want to know I’m going up above,
I’ll be slapping five with the big G-man,
Soaring through the sky on a white dove,
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Chris Ridire Cardiff, UK
Chris Ridire is a lo-fi singer/songwriter from Wexford, Ireland, currently based in Cardiff, UK.
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