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Story Of I
05:45
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Lost Ground
06:06
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Cave Art
04:24
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Fairy Tale
03:45
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With your arms around my neck you take my breath away
A suffocated wreck you left me gasping for air so I can say
You're softly spoken, you're calm and collect
A beautiful moment, it felt so correct
Was I wrong to treat you so well
As obsessive as I was could you really tell
Did I fall into a fairy tale
'Cause I'm under your spell
It's like I'm a voodoo doll gathering dust in your used toy box
Still pins stuck under my wicker skin causing my mind to suffer
Plague and pox I'm lost and broken slumped in my seat
Forever your token, meal of man meat
Was I wrong to treat you so well
As obsessive as I was could you really tell
Did I fall into a fairy tale
'Cause I'm still under your spell
Well I'm sorry if I scared you my shining armour must look black now
After all the fire I've walked through I can't look back now
The wizards have fought lightening bolts and the dragons used claw tooth and flame
I'm sorry but it's not my fault if I'm not the same as you dreamed me to be I'm not to blame
I was so tired I simply fell after all the enemies I encountered I was broken only by your spell
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Constellations
06:12
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I'm searcing the galaxies searching the skies
For reasons to live reasons to stay alive
No hope I am counting the stars in their singles
Picking up signals of alien symbols
I travel the vast emtpy space of my dreams
I see none in grasp they're all miles from me
None stuck around once they found they were mine
They'd much rather come to existence to die
Blinded by lights of the stars how they shine
I gazed on their beauty for the very last time
Constellations paint pictures of family and homes
They're written in stars never written in stone
I wish on the surface of meteorites
Their tails of fire and heart made of ice
I wish that in one of these planets or moons
I can find evidence of the existence of you
While fighting the falling value of my worth
I scour the colours of this planet earth
The blues of the water and greens of the land
Are the last thing I see before the palms of my hands
As I weep and I cry to no difference to me
I lift up my head and look back down to see
That my tears have filled up my long empty plate
But I'm full from the lumps in my throat that I ate
I search for the butter to my rotten bread
And I will keep searching until I am dead
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The candles will take the lightbulbs to the gallows
There they will hang and swing
The candles would soon lose their flame to the shallows
A choir of karma and irony sing
Hold your breath
It won't be long now
Cold or death
Choose one and see how
In all of its wealth
The apocalypse will eat itself
Mishandled with care like a cursed flower pot
Planting a haunted fly trap
Thrown to the see where it draws its black dot
Chanting masses will drink from its tap
The fish have learned how to climb a tree
Escaping their nuclear homes
It costs them a lifetime to finish it free
Oh the priviledge to be but bones
Hold your breath
It won't be long now
Cold or death
Choose one and see how
In all of its wealth
The apocalypse will eat itself
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7. |
Live This Bohemia
03:23
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Set me on fire in a bed of desire
Burning my bones for your skin coated silence
No words need be said worse yet comes in my head
In valiant variety in violence
So live this bohemia a life worth of what
As the memorabilia dissolves to dust and perspective succumbs to rot
Burn your bones in a bed made of beef
Well done and congrats on your new fake plastic leaf
Spending the day chasing hours of pleasure
From the darkness of the night to the light of the feather
Fearful reality proposes to beast
A powerful alliance who celebrate and feast
So set me on fire in the bed I require
Burn my bones for your skin coated silence
No words need be said better yet don't write in red
Alerting all the worst in vain and violence
Crush me to a pulp of numb unfulfilled leather
Grind my bones in between stones to bake into your bread
You pulverise my smile in my eyes it makes you feel clever
Better off a living corpse than dead
You're better of a living corpse than dead
Open your eyes and live the lie you hate to state its true
It's easy if you don't know what to do
So grind my bones, build your clones and stock your branded bread
You're better of a living corpse than dead
You think you're better off a living corpse alive but dead inside
You're better off a living corpse than dead
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8. |
Serotonin Swamp
04:13
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There once was a boy, who was fighting a battle
Painting black spots on horses and calling them cattle
Pattered away just like rain drops for days
And law was the cage, that he did rattle
Sat in a chair, more often than not
He remembered the fact, that he had forgot
He dismembered his mind, and built frankenstein
A mind, like a conscious robot
There's silence in noise, that he silenced with ploys
Trapped in the void, he was trapped and annoyed
He drank from the serotonin swamp, and died
He spent all his life, thinking he had to hide
He drank from the serotonin swamp, and died
Maybe if he just had water he would have survived
Drank from the serotonin swamp, and died
He drank from the serotonin swamp, and died
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When I grow up I wanna be a self saboteur
I'd be the arrogant type but what would it be for
Just so I can distract myself from self loathing hatred
With pricey things and goldren rings and a mansion with voice activated doors
Well I'm gonna hold myself back keep myself low
Keep myself right on track if I can cope
On the brink of wearing a necklace like rope
Just sit back and enjoy the show
Vicarious suicide don't it make your dick grow
When I grow up I wanna be dead by 25
I'd love to pull through but I can't think of any reasons why
What's the point in living just for a chance to survive
I wanna bake myself into a fingerless pie
I'm gonna hold myself back keep myself low
I'm gonna keep on track if I can see through the snow
I'd be the narcissistic type but what do I know
Just sit back and enjoy the show
Vicariously schitzophrenic ain't it all you know
Vicarious suicide there you go
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Homeless Shakespeare Leicester, UK
Solo artist and producer, music from the full band (Homeless Shakespeare & The Pigeon Theatre) coming soon
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