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Newton's Third
03:36
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Curtains twitch in unison
As he descends upon the playground
A secret rendezvous
They kiss and look around
Make no sound
He strokes her face
So tender and mild
Afflicted from his birth
23 without a lover
Tied to his mother
A precocious 14 years
Sexuality uncovered
Woke from it's slumber
Her mother wracked with despair
She warned her now to beware
He wasn't all there
She conjured up a spirit
A spectre who would take care
A ghost to ensnare
He stroked her face
So tender and mild
His body of an adult
His mind of a child
They broke both his hands
And they burned his feet
Hacked off his balls
As his face they beat
Penetrated him with broken glass
Left him to die in the underpass
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2. |
My Life in Statistics
05:15
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1/6 of my CD collection was bought in the vain hope that it would make me seem cooler
I have consumed over 100 hours of hardcore pornography
256, the number of times I have said "I am never drinking again"
50% of my exes hate my fucking guts, and the other 50% just think I'm a twat
My life in statistics
My life in statistics
I have cheated on my various partners a total of 14 times, at least
1/3 of my life so far has been a complete waste of time
80% of the things I have started I have never finished
1 in 3 of my thoughts regard an unrequited ambition, the other 2 regard an unrequited sexual fantasy
My life in statistics
My life in statistics
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3. |
Aluminium Army
04:33
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I arrange the cans two by two
My aluminium army
They build a wall ten metres high
Allow no enemies to harm me
They march over treacherous terrain
Underwear reappropriated by suspect stains
Empty vessels - two litres big
Giant silos replete with one last swig
Fallen comrades this is a call to arms
Help me to negotiate this night unharmed
Neutralise my love
The aggressor
Undermine her
Then undress her
Fallen comrades this is a call to arms
Help me to negotiate this night unharmed
Anesthetize me from the threat of loneliness
Hold me to your bosom with your sweet caress
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4. |
Rational Living
04:09
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I whiled away my time today
With foreign films and computer games
Smoking fags I can't afford
Afraid to step out the front door
I'm on the edge, on the precipice...
Drowned my ambition in alcohol
Confined myself to these four walls
With a cactus named after myself
Pay skant attention to my failing health
I'll get myself a callcentre job
The defenceless elderly I'll rob
Rationalise away my fears
Swap anecdotes with my peers
I'm on the edge, on the precipice
Of what I now know to be rational living
Rational living
Rational living
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5. |
Silent World
03:16
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Wherever you go, there you are
Trapped inside the wreckage of a car
Crash through the driver's side
Fractured limbs and broken pride
Always comes before a fall
Headlights illuminate the wall
We condense, and break and smash
Through the windscreen in a swarm of glass
Ghostly figures preside
My hand mangled in the door
My neck wrenched off to the side
The urine streams across the floor
Numbness sweeps me from the neck down
Blue lights propel me through the town
Indifference mapped across their face
Shattered limbs can't take me from this place
Of misery and despair
Where disgust is hidden in their care
Patronising smiles and absent sighs
The simple truth concealed within their lies
Ghostly figures preside
My hand mangled in the door
My neck wrenched off to the side
The urine streams across the floor
Nurse cleans without a word
Drugs, they bring relief
Confined to this silent world
I pray for my release
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We used to build ships here
Not just despair
Now the veins of our city
Lie in disrepair
All our industry
Faded or tertiary
All our hopes and dreams
Subject to tyranny
We used to build ships here
We used to make steel
We worked with conviction
To provide every meal
Now for the flocks of foreign tourists
Our city we debase
As they take photographs for albums
To document a dying place
We used to build ships here
We used to make steel
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All those convenient lies that I have chosen to tell
Have now condemned me to my own little private hell
Those sincere 'I love you's, all misplaced
And my lustful lips upon the wrong face
But if you were here now I'd surely resent you
All your intelligence, beauty and charm would desert you
You'd take me for granted and I'd fuck around
Get pissed and accuse you of being tightly wound
Clandestine wanks over scattered memories of you
Sometimes your arse, sometimes our lips, sometimes your red shoes
Try to capture your face but it always drifts away
Distorts and merges more with every passing day
But if you were here now I'd surely resent you
All your intelligence, beauty and charm would desert you
You'd take me for granted and I'd fuck around
Get pissed and accuse you of being tightly wound
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