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I fell out of your mouth today
It was the sunshine that made me go away I landed in somebody's lap Between their iPod and yellow trucker cap And you won't see me for days Gone far away, I'm underfoot somewhere in town I see you have gone for a diner theme A chromium shine and a neon gleam You're sophisticated as a soda stream I split up with my girl today Her inconsistency made me go away I felt left out when she took drugs I hope that I can survive without her hugs If you see me in Japan Get my hopes up if you can If you want to be quite as dear to me As she was then here's the plan |
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| 2. |
| 3:19 |
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I found the girl on Google Image Search
She was in the background of a picture of a church I knew if we should get along as we were able I shouldn't really bring her to the seder table I found the girl on eBay She was bidding on "Halfway To A Threeway" I wrote the words "a grain of sand" upon a grain of rice She baked a pie of very shy laboratory mice I found the girl on MySpace In her profile thre was my face I went into a corner shop and bought myself an edge Another shiny vector to add to my cortege I found the girl on Friendster Where her taste in cinema defends her She rescued me from vagary and indecision By telling me our future was the new religion Na na na na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na na na na Then I found you |
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| 3. |
| 5:20 |
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The future unfurls untenably
My schemes are cut down like a dying tree If this one is the tune about you and me Then which song is the one about Kevy B? When I had the chance to stand up and triumph in a room You would turn away and conversation would resume All the plans we made together I'll give to someone new Hopefully she'll be there when my US tour is through All through my life I have been distracted by a Potential wife, then she finds another guy I understand; I should wait a while before I Ask for your hand, but I can't resist your smile I've been with some girls in the industry In England, in France and in Germany If this one is the tune about you and me Then which song is the one about Kevy B? Fashion, sport and image are worlds I cannot stand But I can't avoid them as I walk across this land Just because I don't like football, or wear expensive shoes Doesn't mean my friendship isn't something you should choose Ultimately, different coloured fabric sewn together would be Many times more useful if they taught me to flirt But instead, inanimate, they hang there, inert Waiting to encumber me This jumper was bought for 20p The trousers and shirt were thrown in free If this one is the tune about Louis V Then which song is the one about Agnes B? |
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| 4. |
| 1:54 |
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Session members in a faded interview
fucked reunion on a stage with somebody new A power residue Crushed assembly when you're rocking out with the band Today redacted me As I founder for a quote Something catches in my throat To falter endlessly In a modern town |
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| 5. |
| 4:24 |
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Parallax error beheads you
Framing of a history lost Caravans of infants Fortified against the frost Systems under boulders Compacting penumbra now Salons unprotected Disappear beneath a brow Absence round the edges Crackles in an orange sky Shutters on the safety Standing by for your reply Appalachian figure Gazing down upon you, proud Future life projecting Something that you never vowed And if I loved you Doesn't mean I'll see you in the crowd |
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| 2:39 |
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I love my Nord Lead Three
I know she'll never cheat on me Her walnut stick is good to feel I like to turn her sandstone wheel She always wears her bright red dress What's underneath I can but guess How about some hide-and-seek? L'amour de nou c'est platonique One summer in a panelled room I plugged her into someone's loom The majesty that did occur Made pussycats and doggies purr someone in the dinner queue Had heard WMFU He noticed all her subtle tricks Despite their lowness in the mix Her presets take me through the night With spiky LFO delight She supercedes the One and Two I'd like to supercede her blue Advanced subtractive synthesis Is Heart FM's antithesis Her family name is Clavia Les sons qu'elle fait sont merveilleux |
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| 7. |
| 2:56 |
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Film your little sister with some dirt on her face
Read a Maya Deren book and shoot a staircase Gather urgent footage for the introduction Mess around with framing during post-production Life with a tripod in Manchester beckoned Panning the high street at twelve frames a second Film a cloud on Super-8 Thread it through and check the gate As data fills a perspex spool My sequences will outsell Tool So load me in and let me reign 'Cause I was born to entertain |
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| 3:31 |
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Nothing happens when you die
You don't leave your body or fly off into the sky The deities you count on were just made up by some guy Nothing happens when I cry Reminds me of the time I called you up to say goodbye A pint of chicken soup comes falling from my eye It's a winsome isolation I declare Your engineering knocks me out of my chair If mechanicals observed are what we are Then number our days and point me to the car Nothing happens by degrees Your furtive semaphore is hidden by the trees My predecessor always said you were a tease Nothing happens every year I scare a few more people off by saying 'dear' What is it about my companionship you fear? Every sentimental minute in your hands Fills your Januaries with my plans This is why we leave our ancestors alone So number our days and lead me to the stone |
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| 3:04 |
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As the village gives me up for dead
I hide in a neighbour's bed Then under the door glides a river of glossy red A fruit in a fractured skin A slit in the peel and the juices come tumbling through The boat was too crowded so I had a word with the crew I can't get my head around spread betting I'd rather use the Cher setting The world's financial markets hold no interest for me That man from the string quartet Is wearing the thing that he won in a drunken bet Your friend's trying to call you It looks like he might be upset Intricate patterns of light dictate the tone Downed by a wink from a sylph I've never known I'm so alone The cutting-room men from the studio got their wish The clunk of a cauldron on flagstone, the slippery dish My seventy-eights in the move were all smashed apart The legs in the megaphone pulse to the beat of my heart |
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| 11:02 |
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Did you ever see The Holy Mountain On Ice?
Thirty tons of frogs and blood cascading like dice The decoration painting Was inhibited by fainting And the clean-up operation wasn't nice So you did some work for me and you didn't get paid? Think of all the songs you sang and the love that you made While Mr. Mendes kisses Kate I, in my kitchen, break a plate And sweep it up and dream of getting laid I don't know if you got my letter But everyone thinks you're great If you come home it will be much better And I will be your mate until we die If you try to do the cube and it doesn't work out Don't peel the stickers off or move the pieces about Just send it in to this address My underlings will do the rest Unless you fill the envelope with doubt As a child I used to be obsessed with Pale Saints In a shop of art supplies among the sale paints I thought this girl was Meriel And I asked if she'd sing at my burial "That isn't me," she said with some restraint I don't know if you got my letter It should have arrived by now When you come home it will be much better I'm longing to show you how until we die |
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