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Full Of Empty
03:58
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Full of Empty
Sensible shoes with arch support
A pocket-sprung, firm orthopaedic mattress
Clothes to suit your body type
A short manageable haircut
Regular exercise and healthy eating
Reliability and timekeeping
Keeping on top of the gardening
Putting the rubbish out on time
I’m right here don’t forget me
Don’t want to feel so full of empty
Separating the recycling
A varied vocabulary and relevant anecdotes
A close knit group of friends
A close knit group of friends
Donating to charity
Reusable shopping bags
Keeping In touch with the family
A place to call your own
I’m right here don’t forget me
Don’t want to feel so full of empty
A close knit group of friends
Varied vocabulary, relevant anecdotes
Out my depth and empty, come waste away with me
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I’m a regular family guy
I’m a 24 hour party guy
The only thing I want is to know what I want
I’m the saviour of rock and roll
I’m the godfather of funk and soul
The only thing I want is to know what I want
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Blackout
04:01
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Sirens pierce the night sky
Way overhead the waves arrive
Enemies incendiaries start to scream
Will we make it out alive
Everyone clambers for shelter
but the rain is going to come sooner or later
This town falls down, burned to the ground
We watch on through the embers
Lights go out, where are you now?
Can we come out? Will we get through this blackout?
Under a full moon a river of fire
The sky is a dissonant cats choir
The remnants of the tenements and all their tenants
Who never got to say goodbye
Through the darkness the end in sight
A town left destroyed overnight
Take cover, then discover we’ll never recover
The dust never settled here
Lights go out, where are you now?
Can we come out? Will we get through this blackout?
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Prison
02:15
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There’s adolescent prostitutes, pre-pubescent motherhood’s
Fuck this town, fuck you all
A dark grey neighbourhood, abject and destitute
This town needs an overhaul
Get me out, get me out, get me outta here
Get me out, get me out, get me outta here
The next train/plan/bus, I don’t give a fuck just get me outta here
This prison that I live in, I can’t get out
Communication with your fists is the height of your intelligence
don’t you know a better way?
You don’t need to read and write as long as you can steal and fight
The religion here is bigotry
Get me out, get me out, get me outta here
Get me out, get me out, get me outta here
The next train/plan/bus, I don’t give a fuck just get me outta here
This prison that I live in, I can’t get out
Maybe I’m just cynical
Maybe this town ain’t that bad at all
Maybe I’m institutionalised
Maybe I’ll be here until the day I die
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Cucumber
01:31
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(a palate cleanser)
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Pretend For Real
04:05
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This is the god awful truth
But is it worth the wait?
Stare at me looking at you
Will we ever be the same?
Please don’t tell me to smile
You don’t know what it means
To feel the way that I feel
Your warm hands mask your cold heart
Each second a potential crack
Now we just stop and start
The demons are holding us back again
Please don’t tell me to smile
You don’t know what it means
To feel the way that I feel
I am so tired of keeping these words inside
Let’s just pretend for real
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Strange Shapes
02:51
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This is a form of expression
You got it down to an art
No sweet reunion, this is a brand new start
So sick of trying, why does it have to be hard?
It’s so strange that things turned out this way
People change and we are not the same.
It’s so strange that things turned out this way
Like strange shapes.
This new automation has deemed us obsolete
A new competition and we can’t compete
But when it comes to creation
That’s what makes us unique
It’s so strange that things turned out this way
People change and we are not the same
It’s so strange that things turned out this way
Like strange shapes.
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Turn The Knife
03:43
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Let's Plagiarise!
04:24
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Oh I think we’ve thought of everything
Now there’s nothing left to say
So give up and drink, give up and drink
Give up and drink again
Until it all just goes away
I’ve got a lot of reasons for this
I’ve heard it all a thousand times
Razor blade opinions cut so deep
but yeah, let’s plagiarise
I know you’ve got your reasons for this
And I can tell you I’ve got mine
Razor blade opinions cut so deep
So yeah, let’s plagiarise
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Tiger Science
03:37
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Give me the signal, give me the wave
All this interference will only get in our way
Look through the static and it’s clear to see
You and I occupy our own frequency
I heard you shouting on my radio
So far away, so long ago
I heard your voice through the white noise
It struck a chord
It seemed to scream “is this real or is this just a dream? Or maybe both?.”
I found your name in the liner notes
I searched forever to hear those words you wrote
So naive to go in blind but so excited to see what I could find
Far too many drowned in the stream
They’re all lost behind a screen
I heard your voice through the white noise
It struck a chord
It seemed to scream “is this real or is this just a dream? Or maybe both?.”
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Slowlight Glasgow, UK
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