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I lived a life most simple
Not to stand on ceremony, I’ll die my little death
Did I deserve this I ponder
Did I act righteously? If so, why all this pain?
I can’t remember how I could have
Mistreated anyone or acted above my standing
Who kneels by your bed?
During your little death?
Who kneels by your bed?
During your little death?
You will see in time
I’m coming round
Cut off my crown
And bleed my blood
Before I wake up
I am upside down
Charlie Charlie, where are you?
If I look under my covers
And I turn my head a certain way
I see the earth open up below me
I can see how I’ve changed
Did I live as I was supposed to?
How should one live?
Recently i’ve had this terrible feeling
That i’ve managed to deceive myself, that I’ve been cheated
I can’t be for certain, i’ve not the wisdom to assure
But I know for now that this pain I cannot endure
Charlie Charlie where are you?
Won’t you hold my legs up, you know it helps to make it quiet
It makes it go away, if for only a moment the pain is led astray
Is this how I'm to die?
Everyone has gone away
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Spiderlike
02:34
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In the hand a demon
A mouth saw an eye
All wrapped in bells
Wrapped in bells of mine
What you want and
What you need
It cannot be inbetween
Or anything
Drifting gently
By spells of spite
You infest me
I’ll take the night
What you want and
What you need
It cannot be inbetween
Or anything
In my mouth
Spiderlike
I’m coming out
In my mouth
Spiderlike
I’m coming out
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Still My Metal Heart
03:46
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I am walking through the city
Keeping tight on pavement, slipping
Softly staring looking pretty
Buildings smoking out the stoop
While I am in town
I thought I’d come around
Lighting on an outbound train
Lilting tram lights in the rain
And I find myself alighting
Different lines I don’t recognise
Going somewhere
I don’t know when
I get the strangest stares
When I’m where I have been
What a curious thing
I return to my town
Where I was crowned
The sick king of nothing
The reign never ending
Still my metal heart
I am leaving my city
I pack my things I get caught drinking
Make my last calls check the papers
I kept to back streets and cashed my wages
While I am cutting town
Nothings gonna bring me down
I make my last goodbyes in cars
Safer there than in the bars
Where prying eyes catch guilty cutters
In this town they eat one another
I make my escape
To the border by ten
I am chased down
But I am born again
What a curious thing
I return to my town
Where I was crowned
The sick king of nothing
The reign never ending
Still my metal heart
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Moth
02:33
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I can see you now
You are a spectre
And if you fall asleep
Don’t take advice
From something you have devised
I can hear them howl
My little hounds
The wolves at my door
Let them inside
To wait with eyes cast wide
I can feel it now
The push and pull
The weight of the chain
I’ll close my eyes
And fold into these lights
I’m sorry that
I’m sorry that
I’m sorry that you can’t come back
You can’t come back because I’ve already started again
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Move to Chicago
02:44
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Took my car for a ride
You were sleeping inside
I tried not to wake you
Let the engine vibrate into
An uneasy dream
Somnambulist
I climb the steps oh Orpheus, cry:
Eurydice
I will try not turn my cheek
Look my girl in the eye
Oh, woe abides
In the summer night
I slip through the arbour
By wishing winds I hushedly agree
Somnambulist
I climb the steps oh Orpheus, cry:
Eurydice
I will try not turn my cheek
I try all the time
I try all the time
I try all the time
Sleeping, before tomorrow
Count all the beds you have yet to clothe
You find that
All things go
So you move to Chicago
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Super
00:44
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Balthazar
03:11
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My name is Balthazar
And though I didn’t mean it
Still they keep my head in a jar
My name is Balthazar
And since I turned seventeen
The bruises I have forgot and I have forgone
I am my own son
Shot by my brother’s gun
My short handed fists in you they spun
Don’t tell anyone
What I had heard when I was deaf and dumb
Because I am someone
These thoughts they consist of nothing and no one
Because we could make a son
I guess we’ve just begun
When you come to my house and you fall on the couch
And over here you can shout and down here I can doubt
I know that you know when you want you can do it
Didn’t you hear that the blood had seeped through it
Wouldn’t you like to know
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Clothed in Cymbals
03:13
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Half dead, i’m hardly fed and bent in sinister relief
My journey through the night in thicker switch I hide
Like death I’m what they said
They called in ministers for peace oh
Absently I take my time I call them all inside
Sent to clatter round the night time with no place to hide
No matter what you do you’ll find nothing that is true
Suddenly, I’m clothed in cymbals
Your fingers play the waltz of my death
If I went away would you bring me back
Back from hell, in manacles
I will dance upon your grave
Under dirt you’ll lie in wait
What remains of the day as it turns to night
Luminous, exhumes my plight
Nice enough and never questioning
Your silent lungs wax deafening
Sent to clatter round the night time with no place to hide
No matter what you do you’ll find nothing that is true
Suddenly, I’m clothed in cymbals
Your fingers play the waltz of my death
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New York Song
03:23
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Young, cold and falling asleep
You look to be so impossibly meek
And I was away for a week
When I came back I found caught in the tracks
A deer on it’s back slain where it slept
I have been lifted I have been slighted
I was called gifted but that was short-sighted
If I am going down
I will go quietly
If I am going down
I’ll sidestep slowly
So go and be gone
I know why you fought so long so long
If I am going down
I will go quietly
If I am going down
I’ll sidestep slowly
Oh New York, I just haven’t met you yet
Oh New York, we haven’t been acquainted
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Garden State
03:45
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When I was five well I was alive
And I could count to ten but I couldn’t go back to them
And when I was 9 I could see just fine
But now I’m older I’ve been taking time
To blot out what I thought I held to account
And it’s getting harder to see as well
And my memories, images I can’t dispel
The people I meet when I walk down the street
The faces I figure to be people I’ve seen
But I still stammer to recognise anything that hasn’t been
Oh, what a dream I reach it partly
What a scene
What an unlikeable rendering
Did you think I would be
Your unlikely abnegation
Don’t you know could you not see
In time you’ll have your revelations
Speak your questions will them somehow
And you will fall slowly upside down
Try to make peace and hold your doubt
You will find yourself turned inside out
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An Oyster Cleft in Two
02:33
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Oh these days
The help is never far away
An oyster cleft in two my killing wounds
Things that you’ll see all over town
And I am cut in two as I follow you around
Oh these days
The fucker’s out to get you
My teeth like horses hooves
And my little room
He passed in fever throes
I supposed he left no note
The little death came while you slept
Have you found your reason to take
The bitter breath you put off over again
A willow o’ wisp I am
The ghost I go out
Haunting the town
Curious how I follow you around
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My Elegy
02:37
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I’m the one who’s been
Keeping to the inbetween
Called obscene
I am working my machine
The place between my work
And the bars in which i lurk
Spilling out my mind
Painting myself maligned
My work is often ill-defined
Alright
It was what I said the people in the room heard
You turn and stare a look of disbelieving
I intend to blow my breath
And they laugh
At what I had left
If it’s what you need
To believe
Then keep it inside
They can’t know how
I suffer greatly
I’ll explain
Ten thousand times
Can you hear them
There were whispers
They’re shouting now
I will be taken out
There’s little time now
I stutter vaguely
I’m cutting town
Don’t you try and play this down
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Spider-Man Trilogy
02:00
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Two weeks
Is all I need
To fall asleep
In painted heat
My arching hands
They form the leaves
Of a canopy
That cannot be
Quit keeps
To be called free
To carry over
And never be
Asking questions
You can’t conceive
Of a little piece
You won’t need me
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Our House
02:02
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In our house there’s no one around
I slip through the cracks and cut out the sound
And I’m him, for a moment I begin
To think him again, for as long as I can
As a means to an end
I won’t let you in you howl at my door
You blow with the wind
And fall asleep next to me
You are the hanging fruit of a poison tree
This house is haunted
Hallowed be this house
When I come around
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View at Night Time
03:11
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Coming home from the bar
My way is lit by passing cars
Still my mind
It spills outside
What you can’t admit
You must abide
I could tell you what you want from me
But you won’t know until you find anyway
Coming home from the bar
My way is lit by passing cars
Still my mind
It spills outside
What you can’t admit
You must abide
And you won’t know why I won’t tell
Cos you can’t hear that
I could tell you what you want from me
But you won’t know until you find anyway
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Without Fever
02:14
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Trust
01:20
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Slipping Into Weeks
02:23
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Sleep into dreams
Sound from the t.v
The telephone
You’re calling me
Oh my bones
The sound of little dreams
Oh I am thrown
I split the scene
I set fire to the bed
As they tear at your dress
You were talking in your sleep
Coaxing me the rowe I reap
It’s a fallacy
But you still have the cut I keep
Slipping into weeks of quietude or so to speak
You keep me from carrying on
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Wounds Like Mouths
03:56
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My summer heart is feeding a dove
Bleeding my blood and falling asleep
My summer heart is feeding a dove
Bleeindg my blood and falling asleep
And so it shall be
So it is and so it shall be
A flick of light
Bitter like in your affect
I detect
A quickened death
Curious I hide amongst your skirts
My father's wings are waxing
As I rage through the day
Do not heed the prophecy
Follow me to my grave
Where I must go
Be sure and take the knife out slow
My wounds like mouths talking out loud
Don't you know
We bridge the river brackish in the overflow
The beast like shadow pulled out by the undertow
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Gluepot Melbourne, Australia
I am a young square. I make music on the way home from work. I was raised in a circus family, we sang the songs all day
long. I dream of insurance. My music is a hollow apple.
I am currently making music in Naarm on the stolen land of the Wurundjeri and Boon Wurrung people of the Kulin Nation.
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