1. |
Tomorrow Will Be Good
02:43
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No need to worry I’m feeling good okay?
Taking medicines I should have taken yesterday
I’m still burning out
I’ve got lots to shout about
My time is running out
That’s too bad that you’re too good
Must remember all I should
Again today
Tomorrow will be good okay?
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2. |
Scaffolds
03:12
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Lean on the ones you love
Let them know; the pain inside your head
That’s what they said
Bloods bleed like they’ve never been bled
When your eyes roll
I’m a demon with the devil’s soul
I lost nine lives
The last one is old
So please don’t let it go
Throw me the rope I’ll build the scaffold
To hold together
Together what we should hold
I lost nine lives
The last one is old
So please don’t let it go
You stole more than you ever sold
Now undercover
You die each night only to unfold
Unrecovered
Throw me the rope I’ll build the scaffold
To hold together
Together what we should hold
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3. |
Suitcase Blues
03:18
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He’s wiped out on alcohol
And doesn’t see the need for it all
Buggered by the uselessness of thee
She’s wiped out on oxygen
Flavoured kind I toast to them
Not bothered by & what they cannot see
Please me
Please me
Please get off my suitcase
I just want to be free
& I cannot sit with you
If & why I don’t want to
I’ve got better places I can be…
Tell me why I’m in this mess
Over tired; I’m over stressed
Held down by these forces around me
Please me
Please me
Please get off my suitcase
I just want to be free
Please me
Please me
Please get off my suitcase
I just want to be free
You sucked me up into this strife
So move on now; with your own life
& please me…
Please me…
Please me…
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4. |
Dear Dad
02:51
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Dear Dad
Where are you now
Where are you now
I wonder?
Beneath the tree
The tree we buried you under
Been ten years too long
Ten years to realise you’re gone
I miss you
In the window pane
I can see your reflection
When it disappears
I’m lost with no direction
Been ten years too long
Ten years to realise you’re gone
I miss you
You’re alive
You survive
Sometimes in my mind
I swear, I can hear you
Dear Dad
Where are you now
Where are you now
I wonder?
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5. |
Pipe and Slippers
03:51
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I grew up alone in a crowed place
My windows so cloudy and common place
Couldn’t see the signs
Everyone else saw
Like a blind man walking willingly through a door
Chained myself to cigarettes and boozy perfume
Trying to hide an elephant in the middle of the room
Got my pipe and slippers
And I use them though the day
Get down
Get low
Don’t think I can survive with a clean window
World wash me up and waste all of my time
I don’t know how or what for
But I’d like to stop it now
And maybe live some more
If I don’t drop her soon
She’s gonna drop me
Like a blind man walking off a cliff willingly
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6. |
Lady
04:45
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Broken, burnt out & blue babe
Buried deep beneath my shell
Spinning round like a sailor
A sailor man without a sail
You tell me want &
You tell me what I need to hear
Lady, where’d you go to disappear?
Lately, I hear you sound so near
I was hiding from a feeling
A feeling buried deep within
Living life without a meaning
But I meant to let you in
So I found you
Yes I found you here
Lady, why’d you go & disappear?
Lately, I can hear you sound so near
Scaramanga
Keep him near
Disappear.
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7. |
45s
03:26
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Plastic cassettes stank the studio
He broadcast dust into the air
10 doors, 2 cups, 1 cafeteria
The red light's on in 5
Remember them were the days
When the old man began the radio
I used to load his 45s
You found a friend who spoke in stereo
Back then when he was (alive)
Loading 45s
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8. |
Circle Round a Day
04:17
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And so, now you know
You come again, the seed is sown
Match the pain, materialistic gain
Did it fill the emptiness?
So won’t you smile with
Ones you live to love with
Never want to part with
Solitude’s a sad myth
Never wish to see you
With another being
Having you is seeing
A circle round a day again
Passed by the place you used to work
You were selling out, when I stepped in like a jerk
Trying to buy some coolness
I was too hard on you; too soft to lose to
The kind of blues that kill you
So won’t you be with
Whom you are yourself with
Little time to play with
Whom you’d never part with
I could never even imagine
Someone to be so haunting
Having you is wanting
A circle round a day again
If I slide please remind me
Only if you find me; sometimes I forget
To cry with
Ones you live to love with
Never want to part with
Solitude’s a sad myth
Never wish to see you
With another being
Having you is seeing
A Circle round a day
Make your peace with
The hand you have to deal with
For what you have today
Soon you’ll have to part with
I could never even imagine
Someone to be so haunting
Having you is wanting
A circle round a day
A circle round a day again
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9. |
My #9
04:20
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Holding crisis talks with myself
On a mundane night
Try my with treason
Light the fire that's feeding
On a melting mind
My number 9
I'm breaking down
There is no sound
But there is a will
I'd be better for you
Be much better for you
Not mentally ill
Some words are wrong
If silence is right
There's a light I'll never need
When darkness is a friend indeed
My number 9
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10. |
New Sunday Blue
02:57
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I fear for Sunday morning
On Sunday morning, Sunday night ensues
I fear for church bells
Sunday smells of Sunday afternoon
I fear for the TV screen on Sunday night
The Sunday evening news
I’m fearful for that feeling
I am beside myself, I’m in poor health
My homework’s overdue
Beneath the shelf it hides itself
From what she never knew
Round playgrounds I pretend I’m not alone
I have friends like you
I’m fearful for that feeling
See me for what I have become
I just wanted to be someone
I just want to be
I feel like I am mourning the death of something
That I never knew
Flat I fall on my face; my empty place
Is my new Sunday blue
Fearful I might regret there is something
I might forget to do
I’m fearful for that feeling
Why aren’t you?
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11. |
Okay Alright
02:30
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Crazy skies, sunny night
Please don’t fight
You’ll be good, okay alright?
You’re alive, more than me
Something about neurology
Connecting electricity inside
When you’re with me
Together we
Create little pieces of our histories
Must you survive the daily grind?
Take it how you really want
Leave the rest behind
Don’t be defined or re-organised
Ain’t no privilege to be
Somebody other than yourself
When you’re with me
Together we
Creating little pieces of our histories
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Kippysmuse Belfast, UK
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