1. |
Peter Pan
03:20
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I’m worth my weight in gold,
I’m worth every penny,
I’ll never ever grow old,
You mark my words,
I’ll never see decay,
I have good posture,
I just have to run away,
Away from home,
And I am light enough,
That I can crawl up to the stars,
And pluck them from the sky,
To sew among fields of grass,
And I will grow the night,
And I will harvest the dark,
Then you will see,
I’m worth my weight in gold,
I’m worth every red cent,
I’ll never gather mould,
You mark my words,
I’ll never wither like,
Putrid, rotten fruit,
I’ll never leave a footstep,
Upon the ground,
‘Cause I am light enough,
That I can walk up to the stars,
I’ll just hold my breath,
And place one foot in front of the other,
And soon I’ll leave the Earth,
And tread upon a sea of glass,
For I am he...
I’m Peter Pan,
I have no wings but still I’ll fly...
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2. |
Knights
02:24
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I am a stupid sort,
Sputtering, circuit shorts,
Whitewashed and bleached from the sun,
Indexed to index more,
Posterity is the word of the law,
Catalogue with godly fervour,
Knowledge is currency now,
Knowledge lives on as iron turns to rust,
But I’ll never die- I’ll turn to stone,
So high upon my throne,
Cross-legged and gathering moss,
I’ll become monument,
Testament to my own life,
A relic to be archived,
The whitecoats will study my bones,
Cut me in half and count all my rings,
And learn all there is to know,
About an organism that studied things,
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3. |
Spider-man
02:00
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I have never been so...
So disappointed,
In everything,
Because everything,
Is broke.
I was never a fan of opera,
But somehow I’m taking the stage,
To heartily belt out my woes,
Now no one shall sleep,
Until I remember my name,
I’m a super-hero,
I can lean on my fame,
Or choke.
I was never a fan of opera,
But somehow I’m taking the stage,
To heartily belt out my woes,
The anger just comes and goes,
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4. |
Saloon theme
01:48
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Oh, there is nothing at all,
Except the sweet kiss of the cool alcohol,
That keeps you at bay,
When you’re running through my brain,
And it is nothing at all,
I’m scared to start running in case I trip and fall,
I’ll sit in the space,
Between moving on, and not,
There is nothing wrong with stasis,
Hey, do you think of me too?
Lay awake and think of things that we used to do?
Like driving around,
And pretending we’re real people,
Hey, we used to go out,
Dressed up to the nines and have night on the town,
But what did I care,
We could have been anywhere,
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5. |
Caesar
02:54
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I will induct with a ritual fire,
Make an example of weakness in pyre,
Ageless, my legatum,
I'll rise up and seize what is rightfully mine,
Mars is smiling on my fortitude,
Give me the strength to see my vision through,
Rapto, strike my prey,
Spectators spectate, all crooked and mute,
My word is final,
My word is law,
Don't dare defy me,
Ich bin Gott.
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6. |
A feast fit for a king
01:48
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It’s never too late,
To accept what you are,
Become yourself,
Don’t fight the lust,
Listen to your heart,
As you sink your teeth into her flesh,
Her blood trickles down your chin,
You come,
Into yourself,
A feast fit for a king,
Eve’s forbidden fruit,
It’s not perverse,
There are others like you,
The strong prey on the weak,
You’re playing such a dangerous game,
But it’s hard to see the fall until it comes,
And until it comes,
You’re winning.
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7. |
Intro
01:06
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8. |
The Birds
03:41
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5:27,
The sun’s coming up,
There’s a flock of seagulls,
Crying hungrily,
My room is too humid,
To keep the windows closed,
And I haven’t slept yet,
Too far past tired,
I get out of bed
Walk to the door,
Creep ever so softly,
Down the black hall,
Open the front door,
Step out in the street,
Look for the tweeters,
Calling to me,
I know I can find them,
I follow the sound,
Down the back alleys,
Into the ground,
I come to a sink hole,
Seven feet deep,
Lower myself,
In a heartbeat,
I fall to sewers,
Through a crack in the floor,
Land in the water,
It softens the blow,
I still hear the chirping,
Of feathery friends,
Walk to the echoes,
To the grisly end,
I come to a chamber,
Lit up with fire,
I find all the squeakers,
Around a funeral pyre,
But there is no body,
Being burned,
That’s when it strikes me,
I am the one,
I have been chosen,
They’re calling to me,
As I step forward,
I struggle to breathe,
I’m blessed with this honour,
I do not deserve,
I give up my body,
Screeching funeral dirge,
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9. |
Epilogue
01:50
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Your mother wouldn't forgive herself,
Your sister would never forgive you,
You father would have to deal with the fallout,
Your grandparents never saw it coming,
Your friends knew it wasn't "if", but "when",
You have proved just how weak you are,
You have no debt to be passed on,
Just some things, some contracts,
Possessions, stains and petty shames,
And who will clean the vomit up?
Be kind and put a towel down,
You've caused enough trouble as it is,
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10. |
Forget-me-nots
03:36
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No feelings, no feelings, no feelings at all,
Just quiet, just quiet, just quiet and small,
If she loves me, if she loves me, if she loves me she'll call,
No feelings, no feelings, no feelings at all,
Just one more and I'm done,
Her scent lingers, scent lingers, soaked into the walls,
And it seeps through, and it bleeds through, it dampens my soul,
And I smell her, I can smell her, so sour and cold,
I should wash it, I should clean her her, lose her once and for all,
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11. |
Homespun
01:20
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I'm only eating one meal a day,
The skies are blue but my mood is grey,
I never sleep; I just lay awake,
The static on the TV screen,
The rolling thunder of the washing machine,
Points of focus are everything,
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12. |
June 10th
02:47
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Tell me how it’s fair,
I haven’t slept in a month,
For all the anger that I
Hide behind my lids,
When I close my eyes,
I want to crawl out of bed,
Sneak to your house,
Bang on your door,
Get you in the street,
Grab you by the arms,
Feel my nails in your arms,
Throw you to the floor,
Screaming what you have done,
Listing everything,
Every little thing,
Every big fucking thing,
How you broke my heart,
How you broke my brain,
How you broke my liver,
All that and more,
I don’t want to hurt you,
Maybe that’s a lie,
I really don’t want you back,
I just want you to see,
See what you have done,
What you’ve done to me,
Are you fucking happy?
Is this what you want?
Did you stop to think?
Were you just fucking done?
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13. |
Ramayana / Jörmungandr
07:33
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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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