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Glue
03:10
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Glue glue glue ahhhh glue glue glue
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I have rarely seen,
Such a beautiful night,
There has never been,
such moonlight
It's a new dance craze,
that's going around
On the other side of nothing
I'm a lonely soul,
As of old,
Beauty sores,
Gin and whores
It's a new dance craze,
that's going around,
On the other side of nothing
Put your hands,
On your hips,
Move them around,
Just like this,
Put your hands,
In the air,
And wave them around
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3. |
Acpo
04:26
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We're the blood running through your veins
A.C.P.O.
We're the wind blowing through your hair
A.C.P.O.
We're the grass growing 'neath your feet
A.C.P.O.
And the dreams coming in your sleep
A.C.P.O.
In your sleep, in your dreams
Hold the one you love so close,
I'm so in love,
Behind the eyes, between the legs,
I'm dead in love,
Now comes the mystery,
A.C.P.O.
Most natural painkiller baby uh-hu,
In love in love
We're the blood running through your veins
A.C.P.O.
We're the wind blowing through your hair
A.C.P.O.
We're the grass growing 'neath your feet
A.C.P.O.
And the dreams coming in your sleep
A.C.P.O.
The man who invented it doesn't want it,
The man who bought it doesn't need it,
The man who needs it doesn't know it
A.C.P.O.
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4. |
Ten Mouth Electron
05:03
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Pink cheeked and rosy,
Pretty misses in finery,
In luxurious quarters,
Scratch and claw themselves to sleep
A ten mouth electron,
A ten mouthed monster's son,
A ten mouth electron.
Grey swarming oceans,
Raging leviathans,
Great surging krakens,
Swallow you in your sleep at night
A ten mouth electron,
A ten mouthed monster's son,
A ten mouth electron.
The boy that you are seeing is a bore
Oh baby
I saw him come around here once before
Oh baby
The boy that you are seeing is a bore
Your boredom will endure
Centuries or more
Last time I saw you
Seemed we had come undone
Pink cheeked and rosy
Just what is eating us?
A ten mouth electron,
A ten mouthed monster's son,
A ten mouth electron.
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5. |
No Shops In Hell
02:14
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The sheets have known too much of your flesh
Laid out on the bed like a new suit
The eternal boredom of infinite desire
Dreams swarm out across the vacant expanse
There are no shops in hell
The expense the expense
There are no shops in hell
254, 254, 254
Bethnal Green
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6. |
On The Surface
03:58
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I made the leap into the big time
I blaze above it
I live a life without the edges on it
Everything is merging into everything else
It's like the girls in purple lipstick
Come up to you in the street
Smile their tormented smiles and say "hi"
They say "hey"
They say "hi"
They say "hey"
But that's all on the surface
and there's nothing underneath
That's all on the surface
there must be something underneath
All of these cheekbones collapsing round about me
All of these haircuts that fill up the void
Everybody loves the skin that leaves not a trace
Of the injections directly into the face
Say "hi"
Say "hey"
Say "hi"
Say "hey"
But that's all on the surface
and there's nothing underneath
That's all on the surface
there must be something underneath
Women behaving like bowls of fruit
Floating on the ether
Men behaving like butcher's meat
Hanging in the window
If you were hoping for something more
If you were waiting for the knock on the door that says...
I made the leap into the big time etc.....
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7. |
The Luncheon State
05:31
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Feed me with a runny spoon
And I won't need my spine
Under the underneath trees
With monkey wine
The dogs turn into bugs
And kneel and crow
The bugs begin to eat the sun
And then the terror grows and grows
Oh lunch is great
In the Luncheon State
Pure alcohol
And wide trembling hands
That shrink and grow and shrink and grow
and shrink as night draws in
Hoping that your magic
Will rub off on me
(I'm hoping)
Rotting underneath this turban
Imperceptibly
(I'm rotting)
Lend that fire a fire
Haul the coals across the coals
(I'm burning)
And let them know the shape of fear
Let them know the shape
of
fear
Oh lunch is great
In the Luncheon State
Pure alcohol
And wide trembling hands
That shrink and grow and shrink and grow
and shrink as night is drawing in
We were unprepared
Crawling on our backs
Couldn't even stand
The night is drawing in
Pure alcohol
Limp little girl
Couldn't even stand
The night is drawing in
Bugs eat the sun
And the terror grows
Couldn't even stand
The night is drawing in
And lunch was great
Yes lunch was great
In the Luncheon State
Night is drawing in
We can never go back to where we've been
(To the Luncheon State)
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8. |
Big And Weird
05:17
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Big, big and weird
Mighty big, big and weird
Like the moon
When its near
The music screams
and she gets big
Big and weird
Face turning green
See her face is turning green
Inbetween
Her bulbous ears
Lighted eyes
light the way
to big and weird
Dein groses gezicht ist wie ein monde deen ich kussen kahn
Dein groses gexicht ist wie ein monde deen ich halten kahn
Big,big and weird
Mighty big, big and weird
Like your face
When its near
The music stops
and she gets big
Big and weird
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9. |
New Year
02:19
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If the new year doesn't come
If the life you'd hoped for has gone
And turned to shrivelled dust
Even dust does what it must
Even dust must bite the dust
If your body is riddled with doubt
If your mind is turned inside out
Waiting for the new year to break
Bones twist and yearn and ache
All for the new year's sake
It's not the sands of time
It's not the hands of time that quake
These bones of mine
await the breaking of the new year
But the new year doesn't come
And the life I'd hoped for has gone
And turned to shrivelled dust
Even dust does what it must
Even dust must bite the dust
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10. |
Leaving
04:25
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I'm leaving
I'm walking
Around on
The pavement
To hold out
A hope for
The future
To hold out hope for science
I'm walking
I'm moving
In stately
Seclusion
I lost the
Ability
To be silent
I don't know how to be silent
I'm leaving
I'm lifting
Both feet off
The pavement
To hold out
A hope for
The future
To hold out hope for science
My legs are moving independent of my body
Kicking like a turtle on its back
The sun is out is warm
I'm radiating waves
I'm radiating waves
Floating above myself
I'm leaving my body
I'm leaving my body
I'm leaving my body.....
I'm leaving my body to science
I'm leaving my body to silence
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11. |
Babylon Is Falling Down
01:16
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Tom Loffill UK
Tom Loffill is a musician and painter based in North London.
He's after the surreal and spiritual in the mundane and everyday. His fourth album 'Honest Living' is released 12th Feb 2021.
"An alt-rock troubadour" Time Out
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