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Hiemalis
02:25
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Distant views outlast the gazer you said
But I’ll go walking in the winter
Go walking in the winter
If you want I’ll go with her
Distant views create themselves in our heads
But I’ll go quiet if you let me
Im tired of this set-piece
Don’t tell her she upset me
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Soft Exit
03:18
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I spent the last few songs almost asleep on my feet
Leaning up and sliding against the wall
But if you’re having fun I’ll keep the keys
Just close my eyes hope no-one sees
Have I failed to encounter that
The little cluster of girls sat
On the kerb laughing at
Something on their phone
If in unmedicated state
You wouldn’t have been so late
You should hope that no-one saw
if I knew you could cry like that
I would never have lied like that
Taken time to refine my act, together
If I knew you were in the mud
I would have carried all I could
Taken time to fill a rucksack together
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Sleeping Bag
01:18
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send a text “do you think I am a bad person?”
But I already know the answer
And when you went to sleep
The images were still in your head
Racing through the streets
Knocking over sugared treats
send a text “do you think I am a bad person?”
But I already know the answer
Never meant to make you get in to
a thin sleeping bag
on the floor in my parent’s house
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Supper at Emmaus
01:46
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(On a String)
03:49
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Panting with malice
You absently point out
The witches in the window of that house
Your written word became
a corridor of doubt
Slippery with soap and water,
rushing like lambs to the slaughter
spend the whole autumn December chasing bliss
Hand slammed in the car door
thinking ‘anything but this’
months are rotting by
Like ether teeth
And all the things you missed
are piling up like laundry
In the corner
You wish you could have warned her
Waxing and waning, Mooring and unmooring when
It started raining, the windows closed all by themselves
Feinting and feigning, in telling it creates itself
Just stop complaining, we need you back before the twelfth
The shifting distance
from her to your window
Is caught between the rhythms that you know
All of your could- haves
And glistening could-have saids
Are rushing down the gutter in your head
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Shopping Channel
01:58
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We both lost our jobs at the same time
And let the summer pass us by
When the going starts to get too much
We’ll separate
Like the peel to the lime
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God's Cellos
01:48
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God’s cellos playing at your grave
Someone asked what you’d do to save
The rays of sun pushing past your lids
Tell them all about your tragic Id
In a hospital bed, stomach filling with lead
As with prayer and petition, beggars dying at the mission
skin on your palms being ripped off by the rope in a well
statues tumbling in the ocean, crushed to pebbles in the swell
Falling face first into dirt and dreaming of pearls
a wooden horse rolls into cities filled with pretty girls
Bright white eagles ripping hearts out in the garden, and
Your father’s telling you to be a traffic warden
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In the Rushes
02:18
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I can see how that would get annoying
It don’t hear it since the cut
Like a river running uphill trying
To steal the parcels from the hall
It tastes like ashes
The sun is pissing me off
In the rushes
Eyelids filling with salt
Unacceptable
you’re eroding your use
Eat your vegetables
run in somebody’s shoes
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Maggie's Loup
02:58
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You missed the view
Staring at your shoes
I’ll sink a few
Turning all to light
In harder times
We’d all be food
I’ll risk a move
To make it right
Now you’re not sure
What you’re really looking at
Across the bay
There’s another sinking ship
If all you saw
Was an appeal to land
Then take some more
Rushing over to the sand
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