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you happen to come across
your own picnic at your feet
concealing both hands, you grumble “this is sick”
everybody longs for home, but me
you curl up
then stretch out
with eyes like Klimt’s Girl
In White you cry in the van
now who’s gonna set you free, prisoner?
keep me everyday
this way up
break me in ‘til you break down
blowing in to
blow up
spaced out, in his couch
who’s gonna set you free now?
when we said goodbye
down a stranger’s hallway
books were piled up to the ceiling
but I only like records I’m envious of
and too independent
or too much in love
we were too tired to say nothing
nothing but so long
keep me everyday
this way up
break me in ‘til you break down
blowing in to
blow up
spaced out, in his couch
who’s gonna set you free now?
I know I’ll get sad when the cycle ends
backwards from the shore, returning to the sea
now, who’s gonna set me free?
mirrorgaze at yourself
wave goodbye to strangers in trains
mirrorgaze at yourself
wave goodbye to strangers in trains
keep me everyday
this way up
break me in ‘til you break down
mirrorgaze at yourself
wave goodbye to strangers in trains
mirrorgaze at yourself
wave goodbye to strangers in trains
wave goodbye
wave goodbye
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The Smiths
03:39
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there you are, smiling
there you sit
I came for you,
never a living part of anything
you praise your shit life
nearly invincible, like distant mountains
that shred the skyline
while you get older in yer sleep
are you again willing to appear
this upcoming new year new year new year in my dreams?
tryin’ to love none
not to lose time
fit for duty
on the safe side
so it goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes
there’s a meandering white line
between grey and green you’ll never see,
dressed up in letters
your long-standing loneliness
defies
anything
like a thousand liters
breaking against the wall
like foam maps merging,
expanding and catching and
holding on
are you again willing to appear
this upcoming new year new year new year in my dreams?
tryin’ to love none
not to lose time
fit for duty
on the safe side
so it goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes
are you again willing to appear
this upcoming new year new year new year in my dreams?
tryin’ to love none
not to lose time
looming silent
on the safe side
so it goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes
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The Split End
07:07
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a cloth hurled at the sun
and we were afraid for a while
like babes beaten to a pulp
she knew a rockers place, a short walk
with all your postcards swimming backstroke
deep down I love feeling so small
with soft hands like wet clay
and a travel guide for every place
stop the car
the view behind the wheel
I don’t want to go home, back, or forth
for this may be our last year
a short story of almost everything
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4. |
Ghostbusters
03:56
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Jews on a plane and the portable
fridges on their heads
were sipping Hungarian coke,
now I want
to do it all again
Jews on a plane a thousand of them
and no room for my legs
she’d been smiling for hours
and hours,
just poor stewardess
god I miss the sea in your room
hats and cats, your flowery broom
future ex-nothings wandering
thru the woods
gas stations bursting with corn
Radio Us, it kept it up
god I miss the sea in your room
hats and cats, your flowery broom
herds all over the place
but I can’t pinch your arm
let’s kidnap every cell on Earth,
take a stroll on the roof
watch them slapping
each other’s face
and how I did remember you
god I miss the sea in your room
online, offline, your flowery broom
tug-of-war, it’s gliding thru a hole in the wall
once again with all the national hits
tug-of-war, it’s gliding thru a hole in the wall
once again with all the national hits
tug-of-war,
it’s gliding thru a hole in the wall
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Car Music
05:45
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we’ve cut the mountains in half
put highways in the gaps
and snow on the sides
sprinkled sugar on the brows so
you won’t get lost
my own personal Mike Love
so why did you give in?
a lack of heart known by heart
yea choosing between your worn-out voice and the rest is like
porn jazz against car music, music
music
we got telephones
to write what we won’t say
the colour you get when yellow’s white and round is plain, feast
your eyes on this
for fuck’s sake quit taking pics
when did you spoil it all?
a lack of heart known by heart
yea choosing between your worn-out voice and the rest is like
porn jazz against car music, music
music
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I thought they had turned on the turnpike lights
that my trousers were done done up
trespassing the clouds
you can choose the bun, the sauce, the meat, the dressing and the filling
I want, I wanna hire safe drivers
hideaway from the assorted shades of blue,
white and gray
I’m not a rock, I am an island
it’s Interstate eighty, it’s 18-wheelers
and 70 miles per hour car speed limit,
limit
I thought I hadn’t trickled
down the seat, down the sea
AM 1280
just oldies, just oldies
VS25
I need 20 people
a million cat’s eyes
golf fields with measles, yes, with measles
I’m tired of waiting for you to decipher my codes
I have to speed up with my right foot’s big toe
the last line of trees is an overexposed
photograph, each bridge asks for silence
index to its mouth, meanwhile,
staring at the mirror,
we wait for revolution to come
but we should buckle up
‘cause it’s the law
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when I said you
spoke too loud,
I really meant it, I meant it
Finland: this is serious
why are your records full of tears?
still I cannot remember,
your birthday babe, your birthday
there is nothing left to endorse
all the cameras are gone
sold out the amber
sold out the greens
ticket inspectors multiplied, you kept trying
but it was already enough
I am made of puff pastry,
wash my face in the 3-o’clock rain
I don’t see the things you see
weird license plates I dig, plates I dig
plates I dig, plates I dig
plates...
I choose Scotland you choose England
you choose Sweden I choose Finland
and now the workers
wave their hands
when I pass by, I pass by
Finland: this is serious
I just don’t make do with this sideshow
you tried too hard, tried
too hard, how
hard is softly? or softer?
all the way we’re on our way
to left you stranded in a virgin mess
sold out the amber
sold out the greens
ticket inspectors multiplied, you kept trying
but it was already enough
I am made of puff pastry,
wash my face in the 3-o’clock rain
I don’t see the things you see
weird license plates I dig, plates I dig
plates I dig, plates I dig
plates I dig
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8. |
Poland
05:38
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would you credit?
they took the credit
you really helped a lot
who took away
all your planets
from my telescope
sorry to steepen all your slopes
dampening your zeal
spoil your spirits, give you fear
I wonder how it is in Poland
I love it here
how? how’s it in Poland?
how? a little clearer?
I love it here
all they left was
a zillion plastic
glasses at your door
queuing headaches
red legs redheads
waiting in the loft
the swimming pool bugs discussed loads
‘bout your ancient feel
drunk my spirits, disguised my fears
a feeble sun, a little clearer
I love it here
how? how’s it in Poland?
how? how’s it in Poland?
a little clearer
I love it here
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the slippers on the heater
the rumour of the highway and distant cars
the scent of breakfast on the stove
it’s this image I became
a 7-beach walk by the sea with you
why do we create things
why do we create things
whiter and whiter, you stroke the roof with the hem of your
endless white skirt, you watch the fields,
you watch it all,
and keep an eye on everyone
and watch it all,
and celebrate it all
you celebrate it all
me on the limits
of the parking lot, me on the verge
of saying nothing you don’t know
it’s this song I became
the undertow of sunflowers in my head
why do we create things,
why do we create things
look how the trails, car after car, wash the snowy route
look at me now, sat in the back
I write things at dusk,
you keep an eye on everyone
and watch it all,
and celebrate it all
you celebrate it all
and celebrate it all
you celebrate it all
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