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Broken Catch
04:11
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You’re always in my driveway
Starting straight at the sun
You say, ‘do you want to go for a drive?’
Yeah, that sounds like fun
I’m always in your room
But you’re never (x3) in mine
I mean I would invite you in,
But there’s nothing in here
I’m a loaded gun
With a broken catch
I’m a fishing line
No bait attached
Text me when you’re here
And I guess i’ll come straight down
Past the lights, past the chalk soaked path, and
Catch that shameless breeze
If there’s a message here
It’s eluded me
You get up, you go out 3 or 4 times a day
You’ll be back, 3 or 4 more.
I’m a loaded gun
With a broken catch
I’m a fishing line
No bait attached
Carpark, window, garden
Top floor acaraphobe
Police raid 201 again,
And you feel it tighten your throat
x2
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2. |
Rick Moranis
03:28
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I can’t quite see the forest
But you hear the singing trees
Don’t call me daddy
I am your father
Tell me all of your problems
I’ve got nothing to give
Goodnight, good morning
Honey I shrunk the kids
‘Cos I want glasses
Like Rick Moranis
Yeah, I want glasses
Like Rick Moranis
You left without a trace
Like a thief in the night
A voice to calm the thoughts
That circle your head
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3. |
Cowboy
02:41
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Born with rusty knees
Corroded like my dad
Born out of very far …
Where my true love lays her head
She’s a real beauty,
Her chassis’ carved of gold, oh (x3)
I’d really love to meet her
You know I’d give her what I don’t have
I’m a rusty cowboy man
With a rusty cowboy hand (heart)
Could you take a wreck like me?
Could you love my broken parts?
Painted my horse cornflour blue
Because that’s the way I feel
My words they fail me
Keep me from getting what I want
What is this state?
To love or to be loved?
We’re on the feet of doves
And I feel so exposed
I’m a rusty cowboy man
With a rusty cowboy hand (heart)
Could you take a wreck like me?
Could you love my broken parts?
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4. |
Wallace
04:41
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what would you do,
if somebody put so many German words
in front of you?
would you move them,
would you make them fit steady line?
or would you grasp them, like a painter grasps her brush,
with a certain sensibility?
so pretty, so nice
what would you do
if somebody placed so many German words
in front of you?
would you organise them,
as you'd been taught, so your peers would exclaim, 'you've done it again'?
or would you grasp them, like a painter grasps their brush,
with a certain sensibility?
so pretty, so nice,
but not, accurate ...
not accurate at all
what would you do, if somebody
put so many German words in front of you?
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5. |
Not Broken Enough
03:41
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I’m waiting for the train
It’s a fairly average day
But to my surprise
It’s on flames as it arrives
I ask the conductor
For what which where and for
He says it runs on time
So it runs just fine
It’s Not broken enough x4
Not broken enough, enough x3
I arrive at NIB
To watch some rugby
Bones crunch and divide
The player holds his line
The ref asks is it fine?
Or is languid whine?
The bloke steps his feet
Shaped like a Henry Moore
But he’s
Not broken enough x4
Not broken enough, enough x3
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6. |
Timeless Animals
03:47
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Time is a lock to an open door
It's the space between the fridge and the wall
It’s our broken washing machine
You just don’t know, what it will clean
Stuck on cycle 100 degrees
Burn the clothes that make me
To be anywhere in time
To be nowhere at all
Catch the fragments that shatter
Stick them into your corpse
and watch
Time forks perpetually
Straight into your knee
Let it wash over you
Or take everything from you
To be anywhere in time
To be nowhere at all
Catch the fragments that shatter
Stick them into your corpse
and watch
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