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Tell Me What You See
04:43
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Alone in this room I could be nowhere
Imaginary, invisible
Somewhere there's a place where I'm a stranger
Irrelevant, anonymous
Pull me up, through the ground
Rush of cold air on my face
And tell me what you can see, winter scene
And tell me what you can see,
In a vacant tundra
Alone in this room I am miles away
Imaginary, invisible
Somewhere there's a place where I'm an extra
Irrelevant, anonymous
Pull me up, through the ground
Rush of cold air on my face
And tell me what you can see, winter scene
And tell me what you can see,
In a vacant tundra
Vacant tundra
I can forget
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Royal Box
02:48
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You’re just a servant,
In the royal box
An assembly line lemon,
Painted up
Your performance,
Out of your hands
It’s got the wrong look,
But it’s got the right sound
It huffs and it puffs, and
The balcony falls down
Your performance,
Out of your hands
He tells you that
He does the best he can
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Foreign
04:03
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A slow charge sound in my chest
A deep hum that don't feel right
Turn the lights off, and
Look out of the window
As feral sirens tell me to run
A strange shape above my garden
Feral sirens tell me to run
A strange shape above my garden
Posed threat, locked feet and shaky legs
Find your camera, I say
Posed threat, I’m still staring
And it’s looking back
Feral sirens tell me to run
A strange shape above my garden
Feral sirens tell me to run
A strange shape above my garden
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4. |
Invisible Threads
01:17
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Clumsy on Foot
04:03
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Jumping out of a russian doll to the last bottle cap raft,
I bump into a frog who tells me something fraudulent
He needs my money to find a bed or otherwise,
His old waistcoat mattress will have to do for the night
"You’ve got pennies in your pockets,
Shine on your shoes
At least you’ve got somewhere,
I don’t have a home like you
Pennies in your pockets,
Shine on your shoes
At least you’re doing well,
I don’t have a home like you”
His skin is green with envy and I avoid his stare
I try not to trip on the spot, but I’m clumsy on foot
His wide mouth, it begs at me, but his eyes they sneer
I give into his guilt trip down the river in the long grass
"You’ve got pennies in your pockets,
Shine on your shoes
At least you’ve got somewhere,
I don’t have a home like you
Pennies in your pockets,
Shine on your shoes
At least you’re doing well,
I don’t have a home like you”
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Castile
02:45
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A state of sickened surprise
Will hang over their house tonight
The feeling cuts them to ribbons
Meanwhile, what lies behind those eyes?
'Cause you've been firing shots into the dark
You've been firing shots into the dark, again
You've been starting fires that you can't stop
It's easy when you tell yourself it's all pretend
A baseless prejudice,
Aren’t you better than this?
It's all that you know, it's all that you see
You could be better than this but...
'Cause you've been firing shots into the dark
You've been firing shots into the dark, again
You've been starting fires that you can't stop
It's easy when you tell yourself it's all pretend
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Hospice
03:12
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Transition through, through a loss of functions
Coordination, eyes and hearing
Months are just a golden gift on a tray
No illusions about the final phase
Just trying to visualise
A pressure on the brain from one side
I’m just trying to visualise
A pressure on the brain from one…
One spot in my mind is,
This is a repeat of what happened before
You can squeeze and squeeze and squeeze
Until the point comes, where you can’t squeeze any more
Just trying to visualise
A pressure on the brain from one side
I’m just trying to visualise
A pressure on the brain from one…
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November Fog
02:06
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Superimpose my sleepy head in a new city,
Built with old bricks and the youth's modern decor
I'm a year older now and my hometown's changed without me
Sit here with messy sheets, like animal origami
Wondering what I'll do in two years' time
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Under the Influence
04:40
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Take a seat and look around
The space fills with a cluster of noise,
And blinding lights that expose your eyes
I sink to the bottom of my glass,
And wear its influences
Like a letterbox over my eyes,
Over my eyes
Take your keys and run outside
The space fills with a wall of air,
And blinding lights that expose your eyes
I sink to the bottom of my glass,
And wear its influences
Like a letterbox over my eyes,
Over my eyes
Over my eyes
Vignetted by coral reef tiles,
Spinning around
Blood vessel streets below me,
Spinning around
Spinning around
Lose my balance,
Sink and drown
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Satellite
01:24
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Trees
03:01
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Furry ears and scampering feet,
Over twisted bark and blood red leaves
Follow us and you'll come to find,
The forest where all the trees have eyes
Garden gnome swims in the lake,
Hamadryads watch from the trees
Follow us and you'll come to find,
The forest where all the trees have eyes
Feeling the moss between your toes and your fingers,
Divided by streaks of blindfolded light
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Idyll
03:07
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There’s a throbbing pulse in the damp bark
It groans its baritone hymn
Cold wind on the skin, and the leaves hiss way up there
There’s an opening from a sway in the tree tops,
With erythrocyte birds that keep rushing through
And a glimpse of a cloud-capped mountain
All connected by roots and vines,
With gentle contractions that pull me in
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13. |
Golden Fruit
04:36
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Tiptoe, mountain crow,
Brittle tree in the rain
Gathering sticks for the
Ladder up to golden fruit,
And your black hole eyes
I go and hide from another feathered jury,
I go and hide from you
Drip, drop, water stops,
Damp ground, petrichor
Lose grip and tumble
Back down again
I go and hide from another feathered jury,
I go and hide from you
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31hours Oxford, UK
31hours are an Oxfordshire based art rock group, described by Nightshift Magazine as "immensely pleasing eclectic prog pop"
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