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Worse Things
03:11
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Looking out over the sea, where he used to be employed
there's a cold lonely place, when you haven't got the choice
Oh baby please, If it's what I want
can't it be what I need?
Given time to adjust ,to a landlocked life ,
the history of the rust and to a knew found lust
for the Doctor's magic dust
Oh baby please, If it's what I want
the strangest thing, if it's what I want
give it to me
And if I get lost, worse things have happened at sea
Looking out over the sea where he used to have such joy
there's a cold lonely place floating face down out past the buoys
Oh baby please, If it's what I want
the strangest thing, if it's what I want
can't it be what I need?
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2. |
Lacuna
04:32
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From your heart shaped map
I'm taking my island back
Just as I found my feet
there's nothing underneath
All in a daze
a workaholic's cave
with a black dog you couldn't tame
Well that dog shares my name
Oh I'm, isolated by , the low light and a rising tide
From your heat shaped map
I'm living off the scraps
you found that heart of gold
and made it hard and cold
Oh I'm isolated by the, low light and a rising tide
I can't tell you brother because I don't know
where it hides or where it will go
just out of sight or in the shadows
I can tell you brother that I'm feeling so laid low
I've seen it ebb and flow
took that heart of gold and made it hard and cold
Oh I'm isolated by the low light and a rising tide
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3. |
Homespun Shotgun
04:09
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Through holes in your memory they fall to the floor
the soap on your hands washed away much more
than you could stand
more than you planned
or cared to hide
from your mother’s eyes
no-one here gets out on time....
or alive
Home-spun shotgun
feels more like the one in the bag
Home-spun shotgun
feels more like a knife in the back
You were bitten by a snake in the grass
oh oh oh ohohoho
don’t ask
Please take me dancing just like before
I don’t know what I’m fighting for
if not to end the war...or find the cure
Home-spun shotgun
feels more like the one in the bag
Home-spun shotgun
feels more like a knife in the back
you were bitten by a snake in the grass
oh oh oh ohohoho
don’t ask
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Your hands are empty now ,i guess you'll have to carry the can
left the fingerprints of a confident man
and when you work it out, I think you made a mistake
and though you hurt inside ,got a smile on your face
I know the taste, it's the same old story laced
with the same old heartache
Forced to carry on, flog a dead horse if you can
instead of burying it, with your head in the sand
said you had it all, in the palm of your hands
but you crushed it all, as only you can
I know the taste,it's the same old story laced
with the same old heartache
Well it seemed so hard to say, it's the same old story laced
the same old story laced , with the same old heartache
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5. |
Diving Bell
04:06
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Deep sea diver combed the ocean floor
the failed writer was knocking at the door
deep in a diving bell, it’s a paradigm
deep in a diving bell, I’ve been revived
Sea sick sailor’s cartography atoned
for ill behaviour, at least this bird has flown
The decibels you’re singing like a killer's wail,
the stormy swell you hide, is an ocean wide, inside
a diving bell
Out of sync, in a drowning drink
I knew it well, but I don’t know if I could have helped
myself...
Fire fighter, with a liar in your bed
the flames grew higher and deeper in your head
Breathing fairly well in my steely cell
the stormy swell you hide, is an ocean wide,
inside a diving bell
a diving bell
a diving bell
a diving bell
deep in a diving bell
deep in a diving bell
deep in a diving bell
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6. |
Lost at Sea (parts 2 &3)
05:53
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Part 1
I’m at the bottom of the ocean
hiding in a shell
where the lonely voices dwell
a part of a carousel
one of the horses
that you ride so well
or could it be, I’m lost at sea
I used to sail the laws of motion
but now I am bereft, the last one left
Then in an act of pure devotion
I jumped out of the net
to forever hold my breath
or could it be, I’m lost at sea
Could it be, I’m lost at sea
could it be, I’m lost at sea
could it be, I’m lost at sea
could it be, I’m all at sea
Part 2
From the mountain top
to the abyss drop in ocean
From the mountain top
to the abyss drop
that the ocean has forgot
How do know you’re hearing voices
(You’re only hearing voices)
How do know you’re hearing voices (You’re only hearing voices)
How do know you’re hearing voices
how do you know?
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7. |
Sullen Comfort
04:25
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Escaping from the sullen comfort
into a sullied afternoon
serpentine between the covers, the venom lover
you sink your teeth into
Hallway full of gilded mirrors
was not a place to see yourself
reminded by a constant thriller
and a buzz killer
coming after you
The water's the Seine
it's hardly what is wrong with this frame
it's hardly what I wanted from you
nobody hears it, no-one fears it like I do
Escaping from the sullen comfort
just as I thought I was immune
there's nothing more to do , nothing more say,
I can hear it lately coming after you
The water's the same
A heart in chest with a golden chain
you're somewhere near London
in silent pursuit
nobody hears it, no-one fears it like I do
But that ill-fated passerby
was gonna have to die
now she's changing overnight
Escaping from the sullen comfort
the venom lovers,
no-one fears it like I do
the sullen comfort
the venom lovers,
no-one fears it like I do
venom lovers, venom lovers, venom lovers
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8. |
Misty K
03:52
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All you’re hearing now are complaints
all you’re hearing now is my voice
I’ve been looking black, talking right as rain
The mist that came over yesterday
I was looking up at your rooks
always looking down at my books
the wall’s invisible
or so they say
until it gets in your way
Yesterday the mist that came
yesterday
Misty K
Misty K
Misty K sees disarray
Always taken back by what you say
But I’ve looking back all decade
the writing on the wall
to you is a riddle
until it gets in your way
the wall’s invisible
oh yeah the wall’s invisible
until it hits you in the face
Yesterday the mist that came
over yesterday
Misty K, Misty K,
Miss D. Casey’s disarray
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9. |
Joint Pain
04:14
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A rainy day for suicidal lovers
my joints they ache,
I can't escape another
Oh I wished I could love you like I love you in the morning
Oh I wished I could love like I loved you in the days gone by
A rainy day, the sickness I've discovered
We jointly ache and separately recover
Oh I wished I could love you like I love you in the mornings
Oh I wished I could love like I love you as your gaze goes by
I wouldn't mind at all, it would be fine
I wouldn't doubt it all
Oh I wished I could love you like I love you in the morning
Oh I wished I could love like I loved you in the days gone by
Oh I wished I could love you like I love you in the mornings
Oh I wished I could love like I love you as your gaze goes by
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