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Kashima
04:10
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so it goes, the feeling of motion rising up into your throat
and I am a biological fairground ride tonight
like Kashima I am lost and legless in the space between two stations home
pushing myself up the walls with my cold dead hands
and no-one will see me go
is that something to aim for? Find a way to fade out slow
cubicle spectres i'm yr friend
haunting this bathroom, till we make the same mistakes again so
I need a peace of mind I can really own
god damn, the water’s cold
get buried alive in the pipes below
I swear I’m fine, my friends. I’m just going outside to smoke
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Lungs
03:08
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I can’t be seen from this whole canopy
but I’m gonna take my rope and climb, gonna swing like a leaf
I would tear my lungs out 4 u
red balloon I’m nauseous, nauseous
I would tear my lungs out 4 u
open wide I'm breathing for us
I’m coming round,
though I sealed up all the exits and I can’t get out
and all I want is to be nice but
I am a lamprey man, I’m a vampire, drain the room bone dry and
I would tear my lungs out for you
but I keep it all down inside my body where it belongs
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Gone Horribly
03:19
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we dive down and cast, our nets into the dark
so deep the sunlight cannot reach us
and if you look down, into the jet black water
far below our feet, you’ll see the lights down there
and we pull, until our nets are bursting
and the weight of those transparent bodies
begins to drag us down into the chasm
we speak to our nets, say
you waste my time
and I waste my time too
here’s hoping it’s alright here’s hoping
well It’s a strange way,
to settle back in the void
take a look at my limbs, when did I get so thin?
we’ll build a home here
our new estate
our friends will visit us in submarines, sleep on our floors and
we’ll waste our time
they’ll waste our time too
as the pressure constricts, there’s no way to speak, when there is so much to say
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A Space Adventure
05:04
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maybe the home you made is just in your head now
maybe you carried it round in the walls for way too long
if I could only find the words, but no
i’m slurring platitudes, I’m making less sense than I’d like to, just trying to find out if I’m empty
wasted in the grass, like shed snake skin, missing the party, until the party filters home
night peels itself away and we are lying on our backs, watching fresh light scrub the stars out of the daytime
maybe the home you made is just in your head now
maybe I’ve lost the sense of what that would feel like
let’s just go on, we have fun, though you have not had as much
I’m just like this, I’m not always ok with that
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June 11th
04:18
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these days feel like a dry fever
as the grass in our back yards turns to the colour of old bone
and I, skeletal and sweating,
pick you up from by yr house and we drive out down to the ocean together
you talk about your plans, ask what mine are as I steer wheels away from the dead things on the road
that crawled from the fields that stretch all around
and this is the sea, the waves far out
and this is the place where I was meant to be
and this is the place we are going to leave
Esther, I’ll be fine, just want you to tell me I'm worth the time you’ll spend on yr lonesome
Esther, I’m not right, I wanted to see you, with the eyes I know I will lose soon
and as we drive in the heat underneath an empty sky,
with your elbow out the window, the wind moving the hairs on your bare arms
you reach inside the glovebox, find a CD, put it on and we both sing along to a band we’ll be too old to enjoy soon
we owe it to ourselves
before we pour dirt on the past,
and plant things in the absence,
to flower out,
but that’s not right,
that’s not right at all
I will still be here
in the swelling sense of loss- here it comes, here it comes now!
and I’ll be this, over and over and over again
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Pastel Moth Exeter, UK
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