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O-
01:49
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2. |
Zygoat
04:10
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Every cell in your body
Lifeless, cracked on the concrete
The slow brain chain reaction
Blood, oozing, losing traction
A chalk outline on a dead-end cul-de-sac
Kissing the pavement
You walk out, you need saving
You call out, your life’s draining
You realise
That you’re a zero, a positive directive
A hero, defunct and defective
A mirror that’s not so reflective
Of the unexplainable light that surrounds you
Every cell in your body
Lifeless, cracked on the concrete
The brain chain reaction
Blood, oozing, losing traction
Trickling down into the gutters
Lying cold, left for dead now
You feel synapses connect how
Did time pass you by in a vacuum?
You’re the dust getting sucked up by the snail’s trail
Rounding the corner
Eyelids, they falter
Footsteps, growing closer
One last gasp, two eyes look back
A zero, a positive directive
A hero that’s now resurrected
You’ll know a new-found perspective
Will break time and change the objective
From a zygoat you will find out that you have endless time
You have endless time
You have endless time
You have endless time
The endless time has you
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3. |
Timothy
03:39
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You kick the open flame, you’re not having any fun
Are you done?
Sad faces, in wrong places
Are you trying to go?
Clean streets, you’re not in your best suit
What’s to lose, your busted face and a bruise?
Sad faces, in wrong places
Where are you trying to go?
Timothy, carefully
You pick up the phone, yeah, it’s time to head home
You don’t know you want to
Lock yourself down, yeah, you turn it around
You don’t know you want to
You pick up the phone, yeah, it’s time to head home
You don’t know you want to
Lock yourself down, yeah, you turn it around
Instead, you’re driving away from me
Defunct haircuts, you’re all in your best style
Piss away the night and escape for a while
Train station, new location
You trying to go?
Green fields with greener past-times, pass your poison and try to avoid the signs
Late station, new location
You trying to go?
Timothy, you can’t see
Do you think you want it? Do you think you want it?
I don’t think you had it at all
Do you think you got it? Do you think you got it?
I don’t think you had it at all
Disguising time, in your prime
These words can pin you down and say
You pick up the phone, yeah, it’s time to head home
You don’t know you want to
Lock yourself down, yeah, you turn it around
Do you know you want to?
You pick up the phone, yeah, it’s time to head home
You don’t know you want to
Lock yourself down, yeah, you turn it around
Instead, you’re driving me away
You’re trying to leave me here, you leave me with your past life
Picking pieces of your life with my time, my time, my time, my time
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4. |
Kumail
05:59
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Lights have darkened the paths that were hardened
Over your sinking shoes
Wake up, uncover, the fight can’t be longer
Stand up, you’re tougher, never say I wonder
Weave the sodden threads that tighten
The uncertainty of where we’ll be
Give into what it should be
Time disheartened, far from the dark and
Your shoes come loose
Wake up, uncover, the fight can’t be longer
Stand up, you’re tougher, never say I wonder
Weave the sodden threads that tighten
The uncertainty of where we’ll be
Give into what it should be
Fearing the endless, nearing the infinite, dream
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5. |
Oozlum
06:16
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Your time pissed away, you can’t seem to recollect
Your memories, faces, start to decay
Saccharine sweetheart, still layers to pull apart
Sour and bitter, found from the heart
You’re tearing yourself apart
Circling self-centred people
Spiralling circles getting smaller
Exit through the back door
Gravitational pull (you’re wasting your time)
Always to you (you’re wasting your time)
Your black hole is sinking, you stare into a new world
Panic sets in, old lines on your skin
Fixing the cracks in the state that your mind’s in
Half-assed reactions, ingenuine attraction
New faces for tomorrow
You’re tearing yourself apart
Circling self-centred people
Spiralling circles getting smaller
Exit through the back door
And so it goes (and so it goes)
Circling self-centred people
Spiralling circles getting smaller
Exit through the back door
And so it goes
Reverse the spiral
Inverse the circle
Reverse the cycle
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6. |
Right To My Left
05:10
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You reel me in, pull me from under my skin
No need to heal, the perfect way to conceal
You don’t give in, you don’t concede
You cannot see, what it’s meant to be
You’ll find it inside of me
All the time, you don’t know if the feeling’s fine
You’re so divided, just stop your crying
All the time, you know life ain’t on the line
You’re so divided, just stop your crying
You can’t stand it, understand this
You can’t stop this feeling, try and see what’s missin’
Fixing the worst of, beating the best of yourself … yourself
You can’t find it, you’re only gonna see your knees
You can’t help it, don’t you know it’s right for you … right for you
It’s right to your left
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7. |
No Messages
03:33
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You come in hot and dry
All alone on the plain tonight
The lizards and the birds hide
The dust kicks up and you choke
On the secrets that you hold so close to you
Don’t, don’t turn around
You feel the heat of a mushroom cloud
Don’t disintegrate
Sirocco nights returning
Cold and damp you’re still burning
Embers fly inside, it’s hard
To keep it alive, to play the part
Like shattered shards:
The shimmering heat pulls it through
Don’t, don’t turn around
You feel the heat of a mushroom cloud
Don’t incinerate
Ripping, tearing, burning, peeling
And stinging feeling
Stripping you down until your skeleton
The height of American engineering
The flashes, the crashing
The crushing of your teeth
Within yourself
Don’t, don’t turn around
You feel the heat of a mushroom cloud
Don’t disintegrate
Don’t, don’t turn around
You feel the heat of a mushroom cloud
Don’t incinerate
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8. |
Shoegaze
06:03
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Your time is so well spent
You choose to save another cent
Economical and invincible, thinking
At least for now, you’ve got a stomachful, a headful
A frightening, a crushing, an uneasy
Revealing, concealing the ten-tonne weight strapped across your chest
You’re under water, you’re in the sky, you’re high above yourself
But it’s hard to breath when I’m so beneath you
At least for now you’ve got a stomachful, a mouthful, a handful and a headful
You’re half of what you feel
Slowly sinking down
Hiding from what you thought was real
A frightening, a crushing, an uneasy
Revealing, concealing the ten-tonne weight deep within your chest
A frightening, a crushing, an uneasy
Revealing and concealing the ten-tonne weight strapped across your chest
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9. |
O+
02:18
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10. |
Sunn Green
10:59
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I wake up with the sun
Glassy-eyed, with calico disposition
The deeper I sink into
The seat with the clearest view
The more you take the less
I ought to feel inside
I think we ought to waste our time
I think we ought to waste our time
Waste yours and mine
After all we’ve been through
This is to the best of what was had
This is to the worst year to disappear
This is to the best of what I could add
This is to the worst of what I fear
To be without
Are we sinking in
To breath without
You feel the soil give
Are we sinking backwards?
The time is right
Go ahead, to fight
The best of what you can give
The worst I’ll be without
It creeps into my skin
It crawls too far beyond me
Suffocate on dirt
Return to the earth
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