1. |
Entry Point
03:51
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Caught wind that I'm coming home
Simmer down will you love
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Black knees imma need a wash
Caught on that I'm coming back
In a bloody anorak
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Please don't overreact
There'll be violins
and the curtains drop
and I can't be stopped, no
That's how it ends
With a burst of light
We pierce the night
'cause it feels so nice
Such a sweet return
Caught me with your milky eyes
Breath like soap and wine
Lost socks so you could be mine
Be mine yeah
My sweet effigy
Climb on the pyre
Share in my disease
Do what gets you high
Such a sweet return
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2. |
Peaches
03:36
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We won't get mad with it
Won't throw no bricks at it
We can't be titled any kind of pest
Let's blur the lines a bit
A realignment
They came out naked and that's how they'll end
If you get mad at the sun
Think of the peaches that grow
If you get mad at the sun
Think of the peaches at home
We want the best for them
A thin investment
We can't be everybody's father
Grab the keys
Not the cash
They should be graceful when they smash and grab
Tight lips, better world
Yeah my daughter's beautiful
and I love her
Tight lips, better world
Yeah you oughtta see my veil
It's electric
If you get mad at the sun
Think of the peaches that grow
If you get mad at the sun
Think of the peaches at home
If you get mad at me son
Go buy a peach of your own
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3. |
Your Whatever
04:27
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Everybody wants to be your farmer
But they don't even have the hands
They don't know you like I do
and they'll never understand
Succumb to me
I've waited hard enough
I'm ready for rain
The moment it clicks you won't ever look back
Vision I had
I'll be your whatever
I'll be your whatever
You gave me this cavernous smile
I'm your knight in shining leather
I'll be your whatever
Everybody wants to be your dancer
They glue feathers on their back
But no butterfly ritual
Could ever make you happy
Come for me
Make it hard to breathe
Deliver your worst
The moment it clicks you won't ever look back
Simple as that
I'll be your whatever
I'll be your whatever
You changed me with nothing at all
But I can offer pleasure
I'll be your whatever
I'll be the eggs inside your basket
I know you well, I know you're asking
Give a little hope
Even if it's sore
Give a little meaning to these words
I don't want to be your half moon
Cinder of a flare
Just let me be the answer
To some unborn prayer
Inside your skull
I'll be your whatever
The moment it clicks you won't ever look back
Vision I had
I'll be your whatever
You gave me this cavernous smile
So I'll bring you more leather
Yours forever
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4. |
Morning Forms
04:25
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There's a form in your peripheral
You want it to be gone
The more you try to force it out
The heavier it comes
Tell me soft, tell me slow
There's a reason your white's in shadow
Don't wander out of sight
The storm of insignificance
It deafens your desire
A record losing stamina
A vision gone awry
Let it slip, let it go
No acid, be kind
We want to know
What's turning you to stone
Stop and be grateful
For what you have, what you have yeah
Stop and be grateful
The yolk of all your thoughts will make you snap
You'll be vacant
Stop your behaviour
Tell me soft, tell me slow
Gimme an answer
Stop and be grateful
For what you have, what you have yeah
Stop and be grateful
The yolk of all your thoughts will make you mad
You'll be vacant
Stop your behaviour
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SAD
06:10
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It's the way that you come down and light me up
Whenever I hurt
The way that you haunt me, it gets me stuck
It's the way that you work
It's the way that you always come back for more
Or maybe the earth
Something inside me was made to serve
There's something at work
So, I am lost
Soften my blow
A corner in a room
We touch
Won't you call me now
Won't you call me now
Would you follow me to a scarlet tree
Won't you wring me out
Won't you wring me out
A flap of the arm will break your wrist
But no one gets hurt
Something inside me was made to serve
That's just how it works
There's no one watching
Be young man, young man
Be young man, young man
You oughtta have two sides, two sides
You oughtta have two sides, two sides
All it was, it was
All it was, it was
Will be a fog, a fog
I'll be your hog, your hog
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Lectures Royal Tunbridge Wells, UK
4-piece band from Tunbridge Wells, UK
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