1. |
Birds
04:16
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Holy ghost in my doorway
wait for me
picking skin
round your fingernails
watch the screen
I don't recall
ever being told about this
but it's worth a miss
chorus
call you up on the telephone
won't you hear me out
waiting to hear
something I won't like
like a bird
feasting on the carcass of its love
I know it's such a chore
the dog barks through the hallway
you undress me
calling out
for some resemblance
hating me
I don't recall
ever being warned about this
but I will forgive
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2. |
Iona
03:14
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Father of my daughter
Bring her to me
Her cries will not be answered
By you
By you
Twist your key into the lock
Open the curtains
Wash the socks
Come now sit upon the rock
Eroded
By you
Will you be here
Will I
Will you love her
Will you love I
I don't think that it matters
The things you say on a long walk home
My lover's song is growing weaker
And hatred is sharp within my bones
Bones
And when all of it shatters
And it comes to the jump at a voice
I'll wish I could've never made a sound
In love I'll wish I had never rejoiced
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3. |
Dionysus' Girls
03:08
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I've been out
With the priestesses with their golden skin
I've been out
Eating grapes from the hand of Dionysus
Naked girls
Run around in their glory and their madness
If I slip, may he have mercy on me that
I don't become a witness
Amongst the trees
The brambles cut me warmly but I don't feel a thing
Like a deer
throws her head up And look towards Olympus
Leave yourself here
Let your mind leave your body
May We lose ourselves completely
May God devour us and spit us out reborn
Around the fire
It spits at me to tell me that I can be one of them
Fill my mind
Im dancing with the girls, dancing with Dionysus
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4. |
Anya
03:20
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She can dance in circles around you
But you will not see
She can dance pure in the light of the moon
But you will not see
Her
Anya
Anya in her pretty frock
She's growing tired of days blurring
Walks across the garden in the night
The moonlight on the bluebells and
Her
Anya
Her
Anya
There's something in her eyes that goes unnoticed by these thankless men
There's something in her ways that goes unnoticed by these pitiless men
Husband let me draw for you a bath, your shoulders must be tired
Push far deep the knife the blood crimson, Anya be heard
Clean your hands Anya get the towel
And call for the maid
Whisper words of fancy in her ear
There was nothing else you could
Do
Anya
Oh
Anya
There's something in your eyes that goes unnoticed by these thankless men
There's something in your ways that goes unnoticed by these pitiless men
Free of him her guardian her conscience, there is everything
Blood on her gown, Anya walks across the bluebells and she smiles
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5. |
Live in Me
04:08
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Rain falls hard as I'm walking back
From a meeting with you
The air seems hotter than it did
Before I laid eyes upon you
She lives inside my mind
Just like the rest of you
Sweet sweet anger, follow me down
To the shades below us
Here we are again
The same sentences I always say to you
Cursed is this language
For limiting me to cursing and thanking you
Oh live in me
Oh die in me
They're peering inside
She lives inside my mind
Just like she wanted to
I know that when I die
My last thought will be of you
Rain falls hard
And I can't tell whether I've really seen you
Sweet sweet anger will follow me down
To the shades below us
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6. |
Twang!
00:48
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7. |
In My Dream...
04:15
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in my dream you looked my way
You spoke softly to me in the dark street
And invited me into your house
Your bed was 10 feet long
Duvet a dark blue
And I kissed all over your neck
I saw colours
Your mum came in and started speaking in French
"I haven't seen you in a while," I said, "I'm sorry"
She said don't be down about what's now in the past
Your dad came in with a strap on
Started asking me questions
I told him I can't speak to you looking like that
Real me feels bad for flirting with everybody's dads
In my dream you were warm
No wall of ice blocked me from your mind
I felt it melt kindly underneath my tongue
Time and love they pass through me in waves
We must've got some sleep because when we looked up it was 7 am
The dawn came fast we spoke of loves and plans and of our different friends
Things move slower when I wake I thrive for hours in these fabric worlds
Of old loves old friends they visit me reminding me of what things were
I only felt relief
I didn't care for the future
The next day will not come
The painting will not move from the wall
I am forever in these sheets
I miss closeness
I miss this
I miss closeness
I asked for you to ruin me and you did
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8. |
Julie
03:15
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She's in her underwear on the couch
Half a lit cigarette in her mouth
Julie dear your legs are so thin
Ash falls and burns as I lick the length of each limb
Julie likes to take long walks before the dawn
She holds my hand and talks of people she's wronged
When she feels like it she grabs me by my thigh
Cuts my skin and lets me bleed til I'm dry
Julie wash my hair
Run me a bath
Strands are blocking up the drain
Julie I'm your girl
I'm in love
You're my world
Julie wash me clean
Drain the blood
Feel your teeth on me
Julie think of me
Don't think of him
I will never think of him
Again
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9. |
Spirit World
00:30
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