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Some Waking Woman
04:50
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I love you in the morning, I love you in my spine,
my spinal chord, when I stretch I feel love in my toes.
The gloom through the skylight drowns the glow from the screen
as the dawn washes over you and you stir like some waking woman.
Clare, you’re grey like everything is at dawn
but you sweat and so you shine
with the smell of your own thrills
and the mould on the window sill.
Your hands are cracked all over. The songs all sang of softness
but you are more realistic than the deepest, deepest celluloid.
The ceiling is unwinding, the walls are curling in
and your skin blends into the linen, grey on grey, like the sea and sky.
Clare, you’re getting worse, just like everything
but that’s entropy for you
and for me and for these four walls
and your skin and just about everything.
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2. |
Every Rebel Campaign
02:37
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It’s life on the open road for me, boys!
Tin toys circling a bored child
and mile after mile of hoovered carpet,
pottery tiles and old white dog shit.
Yes, they were always somewhere
within reach of children,
best laid plans of mice and men,
I would learn to compromise.
In Princess Leia he found a lover,
Han had another version of her.
She was the only woman in the galaxy, apparently,
everybody had her, even Anakin’s ghost.
Love was always somewhere,
every rebel campaign,
all the porn was Barbie dolls
and every lane was tin cars.
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3. |
Two Fingers Flicked
03:14
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You made the sign of two fingers flicked,
the V was me, the judgment quick,
I tried to smile, it made you sick
with more resolve, your fingers stiffening
and I knew I was in love with you.
I know what you’re thinking, I’m a masochist, but no,
I’ve been around the block, cock,
and I’ve never had a lover give me so much probable cause.
You are the coals beneath my soles,
you are the bubble in my vein,
you are the migraine of tomorrow
today. Oh the pain
and I knew I was in love with you,
I know what you’re thinking, I’m a masochist, but no,
I’ve been around the block, cock,
and I’ve never had a lover give me so much probable cause,
no she’s/he’s never had a lover give her/him so much probable cause.
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4. |
The Way Home
02:56
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You were young, I was younger,
I was hungry all the time,
all the way home you hummed
the theme from my favourite programme.
I lay down in that cold and lonely town,
raised my blouse against my father’s house.
Burnt breath like the vapour
from a lighter through your teeth,
sweet vinegar, cold meets,
not moan, not bark, a bleat.
In your mouth was iron from the south,
from my nose the blood fell on your clothes.
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5. |
Holy Land
03:02
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We dealt in Coke, knelt and choked on the sodium,
we kissed the girls’ plastic pearls for a dare and then
once they said stop all the cops became robbers,
blood on our hands out of love for our holy land.
We fell together, we never tell,
come hell and high water we never tell,
we never tell.
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6. |
Crash
03:57
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He walked through ten fields of wheat
to find the corner that’d beat him,
the sky went yellow in defeat,
there came a bellow from the heavens,
through the verge he found a snake
made of tarmac he remembered,
tire tracks across its face,
this was the place where he’d been tempted
by the broken beams on the line of trees,
by the teasing skin, washed and black,
by the madding glare of the windscreen soaked,
the stink of oil, raped and chocked.
Now the rain dulled everything
with the sweetness of the morning,
wet tarmac warming is a thing
of pure solace when you smell it,
the breathalyzer made no sound
though he had blown with all his courage,
pound for pound his car had lost,
the cost was nothing, he’d seen heaven
in the twinkling eyes of the midnight road,
in the flush surprise, tow and crush,
in the sick disguise of the highway code,
the thrill chastised from the fear.
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7. |
The Blue Note
02:27
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I tell you I love you but I don’t know why,
old habits die hard,
concrete echoes blow holes in the school yard
where you pull my trousers down.
Please don’t leave me this way,
I plead but all the children say:
Look at him, he’s funny to see
with his knees and balls and shame.
You tell me you love me but I don’t know why,
old habits die hard,
my pathetic’ness has had an adverse affect,
you’ve erected a new flag.
Please don’t leave me this way,
I plead but pleading isn’t sexy,
so we go our separate ways,
you go east, alone, and I stay home.
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8. |
The Mustard Cloud
03:15
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When I fall in love with you, ring the bell,
I’ll go to hell in a mean old boat, mean old swell,
no buoys allowed, you the mustard cloud, me the shell suit,
tout suite, hell, boy just spit it out, I might as well:
I miss you.
Will he, wont he, do he, don’t he,
you above me, you below me,
only lonely fools begrudge me,
Rosie knows she used to own me.
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9. |
This Time
03:02
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Maybe, just maybe the world doesn’t stop
at the drop of my bowler, I told her I’m lazy I’d
fall in the seventh, by heaven or hell,
though I swear by the bell I’ll be sat in my corner,
ignore her, she’s only the fate of us all,
the booze in my tea, the piss up the wall,
such gall on the lady, coincidence, maybe
this time when I drop it I’ll stop it this time!
Borne from the holy of holies aside,
though guided they were by a star in the sky,
could it be I was one of a billion born
and I’ll die on the lawn or on top of a car horn
or under a scaffold by a raffle of bricks,
there are no tricks to dying, you die and that’s it,
how bloody depressing, I hope it’s a lie,
here’s to you, believers, one more for the fire!
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Everyone knows you’re a Somebody
so go, leave it behind,
finish your kind, be the last one,
be declined, it’s for the best.
The test of time is a line they feed to fools,
if you think that the rules don’t apply to you, think again.
Why don’t you go to the south of France and take heed of the wine?
Everyone’s fine, you’re a millionaire by now, surely?
You tripped and fell on the day you walked through the door,
it’s just as well, we deplore success in our own,
our thrown is a loan from the central bank to your heart,
your debt, paid in parts, is an ache we all have to take,
its not, it’s not heavy, you’re not heavy, you are my brother,
its not, it’s not heavy, you’re not heavy, you are my brother.
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