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prologue
01:48
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it's hard to find an opening line
for a song that's about losing time
should i start soft and say there's hope
or should i be honest, admit i can't cope?
cracking my knuckles and splitting my elbow
terrible attempts at imitating tobacco
nothing i've done deserves to be poisoned
and yet sweat down my back fills my head with loud noises
i'm fine with dying so why are there tears
running down my face?
the way that i see it, we're losing control
the little we had left after all that they stole
so to show my control i wanna decide
when and where it is that i die
i forget there's one more thing in my hands
my love is one thing that isn't a man's
and so i'll treasure the touch of your skin
it's the only thing left in this shit that we're in
it's too late to wish and hope you remain
so i'll wish your death goes straight to the brain
i know that you worry bout me, think that i'll give
don't worry about me i just wish you could live
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room
02:33
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ribs weren’t made for this right
but i hope that you get to see them tonight
my throat can’t hold its breath for too long
but i guess if i tried a kiss can’t go wrong
maybe all along it wasn’t us who were bad
maybe maybe it’s not wrong the love that we had
but guys in white coats and men in black suits
will try to tell us that it’s theirs
and i used to think that i’m one of them
but i always stick to what’s mine
my body isn’t made to consume
but i guess for you i’ll make room
teeth are just for breaking things
but yours so gentle can pull on my strings
a scratch is just a testament of pain
but when it’s yours i feel the love you contain
maybe if we search we can find what it means
to fall in love when we’re not movie scenes
but guys in white coats and men in black suits
will try to tell us it’s theirs
and i used to think that i’m one of them
but i always stick to what’s mine
my body isn’t made to consume
but i guess for you i’ll make room
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there’s a moth in the tram and it seems stuck
if i help it out will its life suck?
will it find a home where it belongs?
will it know it’s in one of my songs?
there’s a girl next to me who’s got a hickey
and i can tell it’s from a lady
cuz she looks like she’d shoot me with a gun
she’s shielding her eyes from the sun.
the rain that dapples people’s clothes
reminds me of the freckles on your nose
you hide them so well beneath your bandana
to shield your life of crime from your mama.
the rumble of the wheels like the rumble of my bag
brought some spray paint to do some tags
cut some words into the cardboard
now your sharpie ink is like your fucking sword.
i never thought that i’d be here to see
that life is worth living as me
i think i like your music taste more than mine
cuz it reminds me of the way that your eyes shine.
mary loved god and she never met him
what would you tell me if i were dying?
i’d tell you you’re worth every word
you’re pretty like a fairy light and free like a bird.
age 17 i’m an alcoholic
never should’ve had a gin and tonic
passed out on a bed like him in ‘87
do you still think i deserve to go to heaven?
i wanna draw a bigger a on my wall
so that i can watch it when i fall
i have no idea what’s keeping me alive
but whatever it is it’s in overdrive.
i never really saw the appeal of a name
till i started saying yours over and over again
if i cover my eyes i can see the stars
wonder if the rich will survive the trip to mars.
i never thought that i’d be here to see
that life is worth living as me
i think i like your music taste more than mine
cuz it reminds me of the way that your eyes shine.
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4. |
unfinished - interlude
01:45
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staring outside my window
wonder if i'm seeing the world start to turn
everything i loved and hoped for,
will it freeze or will it burn?
zombie faces in black suits are wondering
what they should maybe do
crying faces in black masks just know that
you're not gonna follow through
i've started to count the times where i can
touch my best friend's face
because by the time i'm thirty
the rich will have left us all for space
survival is no longer an option
so i just want you to know you're loved
in eighteen months we'll know that we are
so severely fucked
what do i need to say to
permeate past their golden shells?
will they answer to money
or will they join us here in hell?
maybe it's naive to think
that i will die in someone's arms
but if i can't dream about love
then i guess i will dream about harm
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5. |
cœur en artichaut
02:58
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j’ai un ptit cœur d’artichaut
ca deviens chaud
parce que quand
tu me dis
que je suis belle
ca m’encorcelle
peut être que dans dix ans
on sera tous dans la ruine
mais je te promets
je serais toujours une gouine
est-ce que ca vaut la peine
de tomber amoureuse?
on va tous mourir
alors soit pas peureuse
dans la vie y faut essayer de profiter
des moments qu’il nous reste
pendant qu’on est exploités
le capitalisme, c’est lourd on est d’accord
mais pendant qu’on resiste, je veux t’aimer fort
il nous reste très peux de temps alors aime moi à plein cran
moi et mon ptit cœur d’artichaut, d'artichaut
on va conquérir le monde
pour qu’il devienne plus beau
par conquérir
bien sûr j'veux dire
qu’on sera tous en train de s’ouvrir
je pense ça vaut la peine de se tenir la main
parce qu’on saura jamais
si il y aura demain
alors mets bien ton masque
couvre ton visage
même quand on est en guerre
tu est une belle image
dans la vie y faut essayer de profiter
des moments qu’il nous reste
pendant qu’on est exploités
le capitalisme, c’est lourd on est d’accord
mais entre temps, je t’aimerais fort
il nous reste très peux de temps
alors aime moi à plein cran
oui il nous reste très peux de temps
s’il te plaît aime moi à plein cran
dans la vie y faut essayer de profiter
des moments qu’il nous reste
pendant qu’on est exploités
hmmm
il nous reste très peux de temps
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6. |
comrade
02:06
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friends are made to love one another
but when we talk you feel more like a brother
the world is dying more everyday
but i think i’ll be fine if you stay
and oh we know what we hear is a lie
and still when i’m with you there’s bluer skies
a comrade not far
across the ocean and in my heart
oh brother, a sister soul
whose every word a work of art
a room or two
with rats for me and you
the home i never had
where we are each other’s dads
the crime that we'll start
the assholes we will outsmart
with anarchism we’ll fight capitalism
a comrade not far
across the ocean and in my heart
oh brother, a sister soul
whose every word a work of art
ohhhh
a comrade
that’s in my heart
know time and space
can’t keep us apart
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7. |
unfinished 2 - interlude
01:18
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i lost my voice and i sound a bit like soko
but i'm afraid of what this means
when i was young i lost my voice to men
they took it out behind screams
if i yell outside my window
will they hear my cries?
and even if i had a voice still
would they call it lies?
i'm tired
of screaming
to be heard
by these pricks
the skin
of my throat
and my hands
is burning quick
listen to what i have got to say
maybe you will understand the world another way
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8. |
jolly pop
02:33
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There’s a hurricane brewing in my elbow and it’s growing
Stack the shelves full of canned peaches and methadone
The winds are static but I wish that they would flow
From the inner corner of my arm straight to the bone
I can see it in my eyes when it starts
The strange desire to have track marks that lead to my heart
Nodding out seems to be the way
To calm the storm- or, wait, to make it stay.
But how can I ask you to watch me as I die
How can my soul just leave me behind
But what can I do to change the weather now?
If you can stop a hurricane, don’t show me how.
I’m terrified of seeing my true self in the eye
But is that now, or will that be me when I’m high?
I’m not afraid to cause myself pain
But I know that your smile would collapse with my vein
Is it worth it- chasing the dragon if I lose,
And if my morals are all I can sell if I use?
I could earn wings at the price of the sky
No more warm weather, the only rain is when you cry.
So how can I ask you to watch me as I die
How can my soul just leave me behind
But what can I do to change the weather now?
I’m ready to hear it, just please show me how
There’s a hurricane brewing in my elbow and it’s growing
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9. |
brave (through the eyes)
01:58
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there’s a desert out there
take a look it’s only fair
there’s a woman with no face
she’s glad she’s not the human race
through the eyes of a painting
do i look like i’m brave?
through the eyes of my paintings
is this world gonna be saved?
my naked body all in pink
am i just another kink?
my body this time tan
will you tell me, if you can?
through the eyes of a painting
do i look like i’m brave?
through the eyes of my paintings
is this world gonna be saved?
oh, mr. eyeball with your ants
would you please spare me a glance?
and the portrait of my hand
could tell me what you have planned?
through the eyes of a painting
do i look like i’m brave?
through the eyes of my paintings
is this world gonna be saved?
save me (x4)
through the eyes of a painting
do i look like i’m brave?
through the eyes of my paintings
is this world worth being saved?
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10. |
epilogue
01:02
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The memories of before is all we have left, now.
Before concrete cracked under the weight of its sin,
Before land was separated by paper dotted lines
And killed in neat little rows.
Before we categorised lives to decide their value,
Before the innocents were diced and served
As though they were dead already.
We took the middle for granted as a means to an end
And assumed that we own everything,
And that includes our mistakes,
Mistakes that will chase us from corner to corner
Like the little mice we trained to flee
And we will die in arrogance
as any overgrown virus would.
One day, birds will fly over Dachau again,
The nightmares that congested it having left with us,
Birds that we are not there to name or pillage,
Birds that will not stop at borders or fences
To gently land on a log like a kneeling child,
All that is left of a creature
that is to them a whisper of something forgotten.
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