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Colour Blind In Italy
03:44
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Tired of Sleeping watching red lights changing shape
A late night turns to an early day
If only I could see things the right way
Maybe I would stay, maybe I would stay
Choosing weird and horrible over great
Hoping that good things will come if I wait for you
But trying to pick the right abstract metaphor
Is just like looking for needles in a haystack
It can be hard to see beyond the red
See life in yellow, after the dead
But there’s nothing really new here, just the same old games
Another culture in a different frame
There are such vibrant colours in the dark
Black masks keep secrets just like stars
Sleaze and passion goes hand in hand
But the truth is always colour blind
Green grass and evil ducks
Blue skies, pushing your luck
brown eyes, a red demise
black mask, black gloves
AAARGH!
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Twiddle
02:50
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We’ve been talking about how much we hate this city
and how easy it is to find a reason to leave
For everything great, you find something shitty
And there’s all the obstacles that we don’t really need
So I sit at home twiddling my thumbs
wanting to go out and stay out late
Every night, but I feel so old sometimes
When I’m at work I count the hours, the minutes, the seconds until I can leave
Five days a week, that’s no way to live
We’ve been talking about how much we love this city
and how easy it is to find a reason to stay
Behind the grey is something so pretty
And there’s all those friends that we have met along the way
So I sit at home twiddling my thumb
Wanting to call you and you and you
Ask you to come out, hang out, do stuff just like when we were kids
Build a steady stream of awesome adult memories
Instead of sitting in the pub and talk about all the things we used to do
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Now that I know it’s working, I’m gonna take that time machine
Head to LA this time, but I’ll stick to the 70s
I’m gonna Go-Go’s to The Masque, Screamers are on tonight
It’s a better world when Tomata’s alive
And we’ll dance all night, we’ll drink until we drop
Take acid in the gutter and we’ll never ever stop
The cops are not amused and they’ll try to shut us up
We have no faith in authority and they have no faith in us
Down to the Whiskey to watch Darby crash and burn
He’s such a mess, but a lexicon devil with words
In the Hong Kong pit there’s no time to feel pain
The Dils lead our class war to the sound of the rain
And we’ll dance all night, we’ll drink until we drop
Take acid in the gutter and we’ll never ever stop
The cops are not amused and they’ll try to shut us up
We have no faith in authority and they have no faith in us
No faith in authority!
No faith in authority!
No faith in authority!
No faith in authority!
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5. |
What Do You See?
02:06
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I find it hard to go to bed before midnight
And then I still struggle to fall asleep
My mind is buzzing like a wasp at a window
All these first world demons are haunting me
And I know things really aren’t that bad
But are they really all that great?
And I’m forgetting what normal is supposed to feel like
Cause I don’t seem to feel much at all these days
No one ever said it was easy
And I never expected it to be
I don’t want it to be easy
I just wanna see
And I’m losing my faith in magic
And I don’t mean the David Copperfield kind
I mean the tiny little things that never really meant anything
But still made it so great to be alive
And I get so fucking angry
At the anger that’s all around
It’s same old bullshit, people looking for scapegoats
Cause they can’t stand their own lies
No one ever said it was easy
And we should never expect it to be
I don’t want it to be easy
I just wanna see
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6. |
Your Skin
02:21
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This bed is much too big for me
and the right-hand side gets awfully cold
I hog all the pillows and the duvet as well
And I miss how you’re not here to tell me off
Staring at the records and movies and books
Trying to remember who bought what for who
I need to box up my life, but where do I begin
When the only thing I can think about is how much I miss your skin
Your skin, I miss your skin
Boxes and boxes of photographs
Snapshots of happy days
And even if now is all about the sad
Good memories are things you should never erase
And even if I like their new shade of brown
I’m sure the plants will be glad to see you go
Their green will return when they hear you sing
I’ll be somewhere else missing your skin
Your skin, I miss your skin
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N6 For Nostalgia
04:03
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Walked through the old neighbourhood
It felt so good, memories of how things used to be
washed over me
And at the top of the hill I thought ‘fuck, I miss this view’
Standing there I thought ‘fuck, I miss you’
Looked through the window of our old flat
New people, writing love songs on their guitars
and I wonder if there are
Any signs at all of us left in that place
Or if our past presence has been totally erased
And I thought of all the cute and nerdy things we did
And I thought of all the fun and dirty things we did
And for a second I forgot all the sad and hurty things
We’re doing now
Still leaning against the wall
The Star Flyer, I bought when you turned 25
it was a bit too small to ride
I’m sure there’s a metaphor in there about you and me
And I wonder how long people will just leave it be
Tried to get up on the roof
The door was locked, thought about ringing our old neighbour
Ask for a small favour
To relive days of drinking wine and killing radio stars
Stephen Hawking and watching fireworks in the dark
And I thought of all the cute and nerdy things we did
And I thought of all the fun and dirty things we did
And for a second I forgot all the sad and hurty things
We’re doing now
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2392 Days
02:11
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I wonder where we lost it and why
this time we didn’t even bother to look for it
Instead we just let it die
Like it never really meant anything
It was late I was expecting your call
To keep you from worrying about the ferry
Now you were crying on top of it all
And despite of what you said, I felt sorry for you
2392 days
I didn’t see it coming , at least not then
a single sentence have never felt so long
I was just looking forward to seeing you again
I didn’t realise things were so horribly wrong
This was new, but still the same
Sure, we’ve had our problems before
Bottling up, directing the blame
Your own flaws are so easy to ignore
2392 days
The other times I had done the fighting
for something I knew could be so good
This time I figured it was up to you to fight
and I really hoped you would
But instead we just let it be awkward
We left it so hopelessly sad
Sharing a bed with an invisible wall
Just letting a good thing go bad
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Fulhäst London, UK
Used to make lo-fi gameboy pop-punk about movies, time machines, heartbreak and stuff...Now I mainly make photo zines and things.
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