1. |
City Air
02:59
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In your basement,
there's a family tree
and it's getting out of hand.
It shows no siblings.
It tracks no matriarchs.
It charts your five-point life plan.
You say you're done with the money
and you just want more free time.
But you know you don't want the worry
of a life lived on the line.
In the future,
there's an answer.
In peripheral vision it unfurls.
But then it's gone again,
and there you go again,
making hay while getting sunburn.
You say you're done with the city
and you just want some fresh air.
But you'll never move to the country
cos there's simply nothing there,
so you head to the suburbs
and keep complaining daily.
She won't last forever.
There'll soon be another.
She gets younger every year.
You wake up too early
for a Saturday morning
and your head feels strangely clear.
In your wildest dreams,
there's a family tree
and it's getting out of hand.
You say you're done with the money
and you just want more free time.
But you know you don't want the worry
of a life lived on the line,
so just keep it as a hobby,
and stop complaining daily,
or move to the suburbs,
and complain as much as you like.
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2. |
The Way I Don't Kiss
02:55
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Don’t kiss the way that I don't to spare you the sight, please.
Or you’ll see you’ll get what’s coming to your head, your hips, your knees.
Don’t say you’re going to hurt me
if you won’t really hurt me.
I’m just being realistic.
This is how you live when this is what you are.
Don’t kiss the lips of me on the streets where we live now
or you’ll see you’ll get what’s coming:
a never ending longing for more.
Do something altruistic
instead of all this artist schtick.
You’re getting your own way again
but this is where you live so this is what you are.
When would it be wrong?
When I wrote it down
or spoke of it aloud?
And does it depend who’s watching me?
These acts are so infantile.
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3. |
Awkward Scenes
03:27
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So thinking's not doing and actions speak loudly.
Still I can't act on unlikely ideals.
Like far too much sugar in watery coffee,
your presence a comfort not something to scream of.
Well you know I was very low.
Oh Angela,
you've been good for a while; now try being awful.
Didn't get you far,
being kind sometimes goes unrewarded.
You set down hot water with quite too much vigour,
adjusting your hair when there's no one to please.
Like getting a dog to wade into a river,
I'm easily dragged into awkward scenes.
Well you know I was very low.
Oh Angela,
you've been good for a while; now try being awfully nice
cos there's something you should know.
I meant to tell you sooner.
But as every day dragged on,
it got no easier.
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4. |
Your Likely Years
02:16
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5. |
Birthmark
02:11
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Sweet and ascending life,
how I will miss you when you go away and clear my name.
But dearly departed life,
I won’t be there to see it when you stub your toe and curse my name.
So let’s not fear the birthmark that’s all across your face.
Let’s not fear the dark; it’s getting us nowhere.
You see, I know no sympatico.
I barely ken how to spell it, though I know I used to have it down
when I was a latch-key kid , with grazed-up knees
and the names of trees all tattooed down my sleeves .
The cells may change
but the appendix scar remains.
And the last ten years?
You’re gonna wish you’d never asked.
You see, I’ve been working my front dry,
and now I wonder why.
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6. |
Small Salvage
02:39
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Morning, snowbird.
I know you're hurt.
Can't seem to wrest yourself from sleep.
Cling to the pillow much too deeply.
Is it true what they say?
It's not what you've done.
It's what you've omitted that will sting.
Curtain edges let in small salvage.
Till then there's nothing to be thought
but how, where and when you’ll go.
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7. |
On The Mainland
03:52
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Waiting for a break in the blinding glare.
The band is so loud as to trap you there
with just your thoughts:
running away from here;
doing the same work on the mainland.
Why would anyone choose that life over you,
when nobody loves him like you do?
Nobody loves him like that.
He’ll move from A to B
and find himself staring at
some other territory’s periphery
when all of them lack something.
Walking all over you,
doing the damage with kindness.
Why would anyone choose something over you,
when nobody loves you like I do?
Nobody loves you like that.
Keep both your hands behind the cutting edge.
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8. |
Losing My Place
02:46
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I can’t spin a line.
I’ve got a hopeless poker face.
You spot the lie a mile off.
You laugh at me.
I lose my place.
I love the way you keep me guessing.
Looks like I’ll never learn my lesson.
I buy it every time,
another hocus pocus line.
I take a five-mile detour.
You know full well I don’t live round here.
Those tell-tale signs can do their worst.
I’ll stay naïve and better off.
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9. |
Eiscafe
02:43
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10. |
Inroads
03:00
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It starts out well.
Certain people tell
and you think it's true.
These small things accrue.
So much hope.
Give them enough rope
and no one denies.
Just fiction not lies.
And I was glad to be
with friends
as one more chance conspired to fade.
No one complains.
Aspiration
is loneliness dolled up
and shoved out in the world:
no help at all.
You wish you'd made a mark.
Well, look:
make all the inroads you like,
there's still no respite.
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