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Winds-O-Fate
03:50
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Something evil this way lies
Money and diamonds, a big surprise
(Out of my way, out of my way, I'm a hotshot)
Shot out of the cannon into dead ends
Hearsay, nostalgia- your only friends
(Playing to pay, paying to play, it's the big time)
Time to call it quits while those jeans still fit
The haircuts come,the haircuts go
The pre-release reviews were glowing
The winds of fate might cut you some slack
But you never know who else they're blowing
The devil makes songs for idle hands
The devil hand-crafted your cover band
(Heard it before, heard it before, what is the point)
Pointing out the problem is half the fun
Are you doing an encore? Five songs or none?
(A mentally ill, vicarious thrill)
Play one you wrote
Why not go it alone, start recording at home
Fill that creative hole with DIY rock and roll
Strive to be misconceived with your heart on your sleeve
But keep your distance from the battle of the bands
And you could be just like me, self-produce your CD
And watch as everyone just downloads it for free
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Hall of The Walking Dead
02:37
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Sat alone, the party's died
Brush your teeth, say goodnight
Tell me something, tell me anything
Someone make some noise
Why aren't you talking to me?
Sick of the silence of TV
Maybe it's all inside my head
But you just can't make friends with the walking dead
Evening meal side-by-side, seldom see eye-to-eye,
Handshakes, headaches, laundry soap flakes
Someone make some noise
Who's gonna keep me company?
Withnail or High Fidelity?
So why are you talking to me?
Sick of the silence of TV
Maybe it's all inside my head
But you just can't make friends with the walking dead
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Bites
02:16
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It's hard to look at your own back
And even harder not to scratch
They come waltzing in
When you turn on the light, you're covered with bites
Pretty sure you don't taste good
The most bitter flavour in your neighbourhood
They come waltzing in
And then after the fight, you're covered with bites
They come following the flood
And they're bloated on the blood
It seems your parasites know your name
Know your turn-ons as well
It's hard to not keep looking back
When the door is on the latch
They come waltzing in
When you donate a pint, you're covered in bites
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Collections Of Bones
03:11
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I never thought I could find home
In different collections of bones
I know that you know what goes on inside
The blood keeps pumping so we can stay alive
There's just one reason why I want to survive
I never thought I would find you
Mend all of the cracks
You are the glue
Sometimes it's hard to just write all of this down
Sometimes it's easier to just say it out loud
I just hope that I am doing us both proud
It's true, I love you, I did from the start
You know all the names of the parts of my heart
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The Fright
02:44
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Sometimes it feels like I've lost control of my mouth
Maybe I'm a cynic but I have my doubts
Being back at school brings it all flooding back
Where and when did I lose my nerve
And replace it with panic attacks?
Shut the door, turn off the light
And lie there, waiting for the fright
How much of everything you own
For a place you don't call home?
And sometimes it feels like I am neurosis defined
Tell me I'm too passive and I won't mind
So lock the door and all link arms
While OCD still has its charms
And spend a life being afraid
Of a condition our heads made
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Disorienteering
03:38
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It's comforting, so regular
Wrapped in a skingraft, lined with fur
Everything goes away
Or gets covered up like carpet stains
You will always know it's there
Scratch the itch if you dare
A thermostat set much too high
An overheat is no surprise
Every cell falls apart
Molecules back to the start
Circumstance is never fair
Scratch the itch if you dare
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I drove you to work,
No need to thank me that you're here on time..
New video shoot
A set on the corner of Hollywood And Vine
It's the exact same feeling every time I let go
It's the exact same feeling when try to stem the flow
It's the exact same feeling when you shut me outside
It's the exact same feeling when you don't say goodbye
What is going on
Directly behind those cold, dead eyes?
So how does it feel
To have a stranger's legs wrapped around your thighs?
I've heard those noises a thousand and one times before
I've heard you make similar sounds with trapped fingers in car doors
I heard a rumour about you that made my skin crawl
I guess you see me as a game of pingpong with no ball
When did I say I was okay with waiting at the sidelines?
Do you expect me to stand here and slowly go out of mind?
I've accommodated you and I've bent over backwards
Seems you'll do the same for anyone if it moves your career forward
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Doog London, UK
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