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Lyrics
Tom Milsom LyricsPLEASE NOTE:
Lyrics taken from official sites when possible.
However, I have noticed some discrepancies from them to what my CD booklets say and what he actually sings - so these are edited accordingly.



Explorers 5


Taking Back the Covers,
Vol 1


DFTBA Lullabies


Music Makes The World Go Sound


Home

I don’t know how to talk to you
All of the things I’ve put you through
All of the wonderful things we’ve seen ‘til now
Will take us to right where we started out somehow

And it’s alright
After all the nightmare battles we’ve endured
And I’d like
After all of this for you to be assured
When you’re tired of the gruelling realm we roam
It’s time for us to go home

Once we were like a team of two
You loved the things I made for you
It would feed you, sustain you and give you a headstart
And slowly you’ve starved and we’ve climbed ourselves apart

But we’ll be fine
If we take the path that everybody takes
We’ll be fine
We can learn from all the previous mistakes
I’m just glad
I’m not doing this alone
And you’ll always be here to take me home

Don’t worry about me
I’ll be fine
Let me go out of sight, it’s ok
I’ll call back, call you up,
Let you know if there’s a way
But if you’d rather I didn’t phone
Well that’s ok
I’ll see you when I get home.

Blinding Summer Light


Ah ah ah ah-I
wanna go outside
and write your name in sunshine on the backs of both my eyes
I hope you’re not surprised

when I use my scarred retinas to stare your scrawled and cursive name onto the dusty surfaces
of things I used to love be-fo-ore you
It’s hard but what can I do?

and then I count the days before allowing both my retinas to heal
so I can see your face
in perfect clarity
Oh, I can see
your face in front of me!


and then behind my eyelids I’m with you
imagining the things we’re gonna do!

in phosphorescent brown and black and blue
in fine and blinding summer light, with you


Ah ah ah ah-I
didn’t even want to know your name
until the sunlight sparkled in your eyes
it took me by surprise

and suddenly the paradigm of thinking I was fine
was shifted into realising that
I needed you all of the time
I needed you all of the time

and when I close my eyelids I’m with you
imagining the things we’re gonna do!

in phosphorescent brown and black and bl-oo-oo-ue
in fine and blinding summer light, with you


ah-oo

ah-oo oo oo oo oo oo

oo oo

when I’m behind my eyelids
I’m with you(yea…)

imaginging the things we’re gonna do!
in phosphorescent brown and black and blue-oo-oo-ue

in fine and blinding summer light with you.




Charlie’s Birthday Song>

Time has passed since yesterday
And now you’re all grown up
Twenty years have passed your way
And every year, you’ve filled the whole thing up

And here’s a brand new year, a brand new dream to build
To join the nineteen ones that you’ve already filled
And when that year is up, there’ll be another still

Cause life goes on, life goes on
And time goes on, time goes on

You make the world a better place
With all the things you do
And all the love you have today
Is proof of that to you

A modern life is one of many memes and trends
And things can come and go as easily as friends
And your relationships will hurt as well as mend

But time goes on, time goes on
And life goes on, life goes on

(please note: this section is a complete guess).
Time flows- and what you want will never never be there when you get to
Time flows- and what you want is where the ones you didn’t want are gonna get through
Time flows- and when you wanna go with them are gonna give ‘em when you get to
Time flows- and what you want to play the ones is cause you know you’ll never get to

I don’t know
I don’t know how it ends
I don’t know
I don’t know how it ends
I don’t know, I don’t know what it holds
I don’t know, I don’t know what it holds

Today is just another day
And everything’s the same
Open up your mind today
And ask it for its name

What Did You Do

What did you do
To get some
Job like that what
Did you do

Did you sleep with the
Branch manager
What did you do
To get a job like that

Did you try your very best
To be the best one you could be
Did you try your very best
Hand in a nicely justified CV

What did you do
To get that job
What did you do to get the job that you wanted

You’re spending evenings looking after cats
And I’m alone with creepy looking rats

What did you do, what did you do
DId you suck a dick or two
What did you do
what did you do

Did you try real hard to do your best

Cause I wanted that
And now I’m cleaning up after rats

What did you do
What did you do
I wish that I was you



They Didn’t Ask Me To Play

Nobody asked me to play at VidCon this year
Nobody wanted me on their panel at all
Last year I played some songs and went away
And this year it seems as though they don’t want me anyway
Nobody asked me to play
At VidCon this year
They say ‘we don’t want you’
And I cry a single tear
Gonna do the secret panel
And everyone can see

That you’re all VIP
And I’m just Industry
And Vondell’s even worse, cause he’s only Community

At VidCon this year
Nobody wanted to ask me to do things
At VidCon this year
But all of the fans want me to do things
Ask me to sign things i’ll do it happily
Ask me to play, and that’d be even better please

nobody asked me to be on a panel
even though i know lots of things about panels
That’s what panels are right
You just sit and talk about panels
Panels on things like
Wood panels
Floor panels
Secret panels
No-one wants me
No-one wants me at all
No-one wants me to sing in that hall
They only want people like Shane Dawson
Even though I draw a crowd when I’m doing stuff anyway
Nobody asked me
Nobody asked me
Though I’ll do stuff anyway
Nobody at VidCon
Nobody at VidCon wanted me to play
A Reminder

There’s something deeply wrong with all of our lives.
We’re told as children, and increasingly as adults, that we should be proud of
who we are, but there are a lot of people who just shouldn’t be, ‘cause they’re awful human beings.
And they’re going to die eventually, alone and scared. And so are you.
You’re going to die, and it’s going to be really scary…

and there’s nothing you can do about that.

West Street

One hundred and fifty thousand voices
Saying the same thing every day
One hundred and fifty thousand pairs of shoes
Wearing away

Shuffling round beneath the surface
A thousand people standing still
I can devour them with my edifice
Moving at will

So much to do when you’re a servant
So much to give when you’re a slave

This Shore

This shore has rhythm. A fractal beat
On surf and sand. A wave. A wave.
The ding ding, the hum,
This hiss and smoke from Manhattan’s mouth is loud
But young. It will pass. Shore
is forever. A wave. A wave.
A wave in wet paint on metal,
Wet orange reflections, captured light set forever.
Wet paint is like brick in this city.
The sky is made of air,
The doors are made of wood,
And the heads are made of paint.
East river water is made of paint.
It’s wet and every night the light
from its twin in concrete waves,
Waves, shows it colour and contour and form
And lets it play; a thick sodium slug
That sticks to the sides, shimmering.
This land has deep vibrations,
Anger and strong footsteps, rumblings
And penetrations and this
Shore-to-shore shake that keeps it
Up. Wet, dry, hot, cold, down,
It’s a furious nightlight;
Ding, awash in a river
Going east to an island and floating
Easily on the wind like a gull;
Ding, going east to the ocean and
A gulp, a wash, a river of spit
And an ocean of shouting flotsam.
Paint this city black. Paint this city black.
Shout amongst this hum, this hiss
And Manhattan’s smoke and mouth your words
So every silent phoneme is a subway tunnel!
Ding, a wash, a gulp, an ocean, a river.
Ding, strong penetrations, footsteps, vibrations.
Ding, Thick colour, concrete, night and paint,
Ding, the heads, the doors, the sky is wet.
The city sleeps beneath a pillowed sky
And suffocated hum and hiss and smoke
Can not disturb a wave. A wave.
This city sleeps surrounded by the shore.

Baltimore

These are my guess - I just cannot understand him :/)
 one, take one
bad has someone
bath has someone
? has someone


I had a swamp in my throat I’d like to do that again, yeah

take one

holy mans agua? (x4)

(fireworks)
all the service you need (repeated and faded)

don’t nobody care about my head
don’t nobody care about my head

and it hurts
like it never used to
yeah it hurts
like it never used to do before
never used to do before


don’t nobody care about my head
don’t nobody care about my head
and it hurts
like it never used to do before


Skin

It was the day after my second album Painfully Mainstream was finally released. I stepped out of the shower, my fingers corrugated by the water, and saw a little white flap of skin at the tip of my thumb. I dried myself off with the damp blue towel from the floor all the while looking at this flap. It was big, a hole in my hand that wouldn’t close up on its own, made of a dead layer of myself that it was time to remove. I pulled at the flap and watched in horror as it slid the skin off my thumb whole, like a sausage casing. It hung, limp, while I instinctively tried to back away from it, but of course, it was attached to my hand and so what else could I do but keep pulling, like a glove now, all five of my fingers detached from the translucent, alien thing that my body was birthing from its surface. As it began to separate from my elbow, I felt it tear at the top of my neck. I was almost sick, but I knew I couldn’t stop pulling, so, retching and terrified, I gave tug after tentative tug until the skin slid over my shoulder and I pulled my whole arm free. I looked at the virgin limb that I’d uncovered. It was grey, like a rainy day, and my veins were pulsing at my wrist in ways I’d never seen before. All my moles had gone, as well as all the hair. It was almost like a newborn, except where babies’ arms are full of insulating fat and untrained muscle and big unthinking innocent pre-proprioceptory movements, mine was poised and predatory, making tiny, wise adjustments to its tendons as I turned it and clasped it. I pulled the rest of my torso free and stepped out of the skin, leaving it limp and puddled on the floor. My new body was bone dry, and lightweight. I felt spry after shedding a whole dead layer, and sensitive to the touch. I felt my new body for the first time.

When my new skin was a week old, I sat at my piano to try starting something fresh. I was keen to see how my new body would work this out, but instead of rising to the occasion, my slimmer, streamlined fingers were skittery on the keys, ten miniature bambis on eighty-seven frozen lakes. The guitar was no better. The strings sliced my un-calloused tips and made them bleed. I was tired. Laughing made my new cheeks ache, and crying made them rashy. A week went by with no improvement and in desperation, I turned to my wardrobe. When I’d first removed the skin, I hadn’t known if it was to be of any use ever again but clever old me had had the foresight to keep it for a couple of months, just in case, and so there, airing on a hanger, were the fingers that had made all my chords before, the face that had felt all my tears before, the feet and shoulders and chest that had for nineteen years been my old translucent home. I reluctantly tugged it on. It was cold against my new skin, and heavy. It didn’t fit as tightly as it used to, and would bunch and sag, but it was fine around the fingers, and fine around the face. For a while, I was me again.

Weeks passed. I wrote more songs that could have sat side-by-side with the pieces that populated Painfully Mainstream. I considered re-releasing it as a double album. Then one day, I started to deteriorate. Holes were appearing in my skin suit, first at the pits where it would disintegrate, and then around my nipples and on my neck, tiny holes at first that would grow larger and more noticeable with the wear of every passing day. It took two weeks for the suit to be in tatters, but I steadfastly refused to take it off. The more it fell apart, the more comfortable it became. The more it felt like the real me.

It was a month before I noticed. With every passing day, my skin suit had been getting tighter and more contoured, and I relaxed into it, when any dermatologist could have told me that the last of the suit had slid away and what I was wearing now was my own skin, permanently darkened by the oils of the suit and gradually taught how to survive the everyday by the ever thinning layers of protection I had given it.

It was different now though. My new fingers had worked their way around what the skin had taught them, and held my knife and fork in an interesting way. They had a new relationship with the keys on my piano, half remembering the fond familiarity the old skin had taught them, and half remembering with care and consideration the uncoordinated confusion of their first try. My mouth started formulating words in a way my old ears had never heard, but the new ones were ready and able to drink them in and add them to the mix. I had a new way of working, and it would take me a year to become accustomed to it.
It was the day after I finally released Explorers 6. Everyone was happy, and I lay back on my bed, satisfied and idly toying with a little white flap of skin on the end of my thumb.



Alien

There is an alien in me,
It lives below my surface
I try to cut it out sometimes
It doesn’t know what hurt is

And I don’t know what to do
It gets too much to mention
A parasite upon my thoughts
It’s eating my attention

There is an alien in me
I’m crying when it’s feeding
It wriggles underneath my skin
And I can feel it breeding

Its veins are my veins and we share
A soul, a spine, a psyche
It doesn’t seem to know I’m there
It carries on despite me

I live outside an alien
I’m carried on its body
Sometimes I feel its muscles ache,
Sometimes it does things for me

Communicates when I’m asleep
A psychedelic warning
Leaves little notes for me in dreams
And stains my mind for morning
Kelvinbridge

I don’t know what’s going on
Please remind me
Everything that has gone wrong
Is behind me

You put things down on the floor
Nothing for me
I look up just like before
And you ignore me

I don’t know what’s going on
Please remind me
All the good times take so long
But they will find me


Eyelashes

Eyelashes hold little surprise.
They’re underneath your hair, they’re like hair for eyes.
They’re a symbol of femininity
pulling down your eyelids reflexively.

Though they protect your eyesight, from small insects and dust mites.
They’re aesthetically pleasing if they’re long.
If you put on mascara, your eyelashes stretch far-er
than they would if they had nothing on

Chorus, chorus
now we’re singing a chorus all about eyelashes
chorus, chorus
the second part of the chorus and it’s still about eyelashes

Cats and mice have whiskers, so they don’t have to risk unwanted
things attacking their face. But ours are on our eyes, so it’s no real surprise this world’s run
by the human race
Tom…uh…Tom steady on.
Isn’t the opposable thumb probably more useful…?
IRRELEVANT

eyelashes have health risks, like Distichiasis
and Styes that appear once in a while
they can inflame your glands
but we are eyelash fans
we say wear your eyelashes with style

chorus chorus, this is the second chorus
all about eyelashes
chorus chorus
second part of the second chorus
and it’s still about eyelashes (one more time now)

Chorus chorus
this is the final chorus all about eyelashes
Chorus, chorus
second part of the final chorus
and it’s still about eyelashes


Springsong
Little sun
It’s hard to forget you
Every time we let you
In again

Stuck between
Always being too (c)old
And then when you get old
It’s wrong again

And you’re real
You’re real
You’re real

Real life

You’re real
You’re real
You’re real
Real life
Real life

Everything
Too brilliant to mention
It was my intention
To let it go

Growing worlds
Over the horizon
Find the hill it lies on
And be alone

Cause you’ll relight
you’ll relight
You’ll relight, relight

you’ll relight
you’ll relight
You’ll relight, relight You’ll relight.

We’re running out of water

We’re running out of water


Porphyrophobia
When you’re looking for a someone
And then someone comes along
It never enters in your head
The thought that someone could be wrong
And they’ll tell you that you’re pretty
Put these thoughts inside your head
But you’re never really special
You’ll just realise you’re average instead
And you try to wash away the crowd
Play your music far too loud
But everyone will just think that you’re irritating, people-hating
Just another single-mother offshoot when you’re not
This lip gloss feels all funny, man I wish that I was shot
Through the heart, with a dart
But I’m not, but I’m not, but I’m not
And the someone that you know and love
Is sleeping at your place
And there’s something in his hair
And there’s something on your face
And you look him in the eyes
And then he’s sitting on your floor
And then you want to hold him close
But then he’s walking out the door
And all the songs he played this morning
Were about people like me
Who he’d fallen for or slept with
Or had gotten drunk and slept with just like me
And I know I’m not that great
And there are things about you that I hate
And I know that I’m annoying too
But mostly when I think of you
I feel like I am someone who is irritating, people-hating
Just another drunken lover even if I’m not
Your hair is multicoloured and your eyes are all bloodshot
And I wish that I was special just like you
But I’m not, but I’m not


Indigo
If I mattered to you
Then all I would see is indigo
Nothing else I could do
Could ever make you more dear to me and so
Every green every blue
Every red orange and ultramarine
I’ve seen
Would go indigo for you
Every time that I look
Deep inside me the colour’s all I see
And my mind is a book
Rainbow painted a story about me
Photographs that I took
That were once black and white would now be free
To be
In shades of indigo for you
Orange, yellow, green and malachite
Octarine, light plum and eggshell white
International Klein Blue, maroon
Azure, magenta, midnight blue
Harlequin and heli(o)trope,
Tea, tan, turquoise, teal and taupe
Amaranth and Ivory
Cosmic latte, tangerine
If I mattered to you
Then all I would see is indigo
Nothing else I could do
Could ever make you more dear to me and so
Every green every blue
Every pink, black, white, grey, yellow, mauve and cerise
Beige and ultramarine
I’ve seen
Would go indigo for you


Summersong

We’re running out of water,
Summer’s turning out to be too hot,
For going out except in shade.

The sun keeps rising everyday,
And I hate how it just stays that way,
The nights are too short these days.


I keep on thinking how mankind
Will shrivel up and burn and die
If we were fired into the sun.


The noise cuts off my head some days,
I wish that I was dead in ways,
I’m better now, I’m only one.

but that’s just how it’s got to be,
I need to get used to it
Six billion people think that me
Is more important than the rest,
And that’s just how it’s meant to be,
There’s people living who aren’t me.

Ah…ah…ah…ah…
ah…ah…ah…ah…
ah…ah…ah…ah…
Ah…ah…ah…ah…
Ah………..
ah…ah…
ah…
ah…ah…
ah…ah, ah…
ah…ah, ah…
ah…ah,ah,ah
ah…ah…ah.


Jake’s song
My friend here said that I should write a song
And once I’d written for him I moved on
To bigger chords and more complex rhyming schemes
And now I think that I
Should really try again (again)
It’s hard to say in such a short amount of time
When every single line has got to rhyme
I think that I can work it out this time
Now it’s not just a phase
All I do these days
Is put my friends into song
Playing keys and writing lines of righting wrongs
And how they’re such lovely people
And I’d never live without them in the end

So wait for five more years and look for me one day
And when you’ve found me just walk up to me and say
Remember me, I’m Jakey P,
I’m everything I want to be and I
Think you should try
To put me into song
Playing keys and writing lines of righting wrongs
And how I’m such a lovely person
And you’d never live without me in the end
I’ll always be your friend


Animals
And what if birds
Fell in love like we do
The skies would be empty
Made of invisible winds
And what if fish
Found they had emotions
Suddenly our oceans
Would become blinded by things
There’s something to be said
For getting into bed
And covering your head
And waiting for whatever comes your way
But (and) in the end
When you’ve lost all your friends
They’re never coming back
And if I tried
To tell you I loved you
Would you promise to try to
Feel the same way
I know I’m not
The only fish in the sea
But if it were just you and me
We’d take control of the sky


Song For The Painfully Indie

There’s a girl there on the dancefloor
And I don’t know how to greet her
Now heterosexuality’s
Not my defining feature
They said skinny jeans and cardigans
Were the only way to go
But it seems that Oxfam employees
Are not the ones who know just how it works
Give me a minute
While I fiddle with my hair
Cause you keep telling me that it looks fine
But I’m the one who cares
About a good impression being made
Cause I’m the one who might get laid
Don’t tell me how the game is played
Don’t tell me how the game is played
And I don’t want to talk to her and take her hand
In case she tells me her favourite band is not my favourite band
How would I know which drink she’d want me to buy
When do I look her in the eye
When did the indie music scene become so over-fussed
With social inadequacy being such a must

Don’t knock me to the ground
If I’m already falling
It’ll only make things worse you know
I always knew my calling was the stage
This evening’s filling me with rage
I only wish I had some sage advice to give me
The indie handbook volume three would read
Show girls you fancy them
By getting with their boyfriends
Replace your party loving mates
With awkward, greasy, coy friends
Who like listening to Sonic Youth
You always must appear aloof
Remember no amount of faking
Will make your indie band groundbreaking, (Oh)
Don’t think you’re special or much less of a disgrace
Just because you’ve got yourself a lady who plays bass
Don’t bother finding somebody to play descant recorder
Yeah that(’s not gonna) won’t put you back in working order
You haven’t got a different sound
You aren’t part of the underground
You haven’t been together long
So try to write some bloody decent songs
The girl’s outside now
Talking to a taxi driver
If she were coming home with me
It’d only cost a fiver to my door
I’d talk to her but I am sure
She must’ve heard it all before from guys
Oh I could cry
That’s probably the reason why
She’s dressed just like a lesbian
I hear it’s quite a craze
You can hardly move in pubs
For all the lesbians these days
But it hardly matters if she’s gay
It’s time to move on anyway
I’ll see you guys here half past ten
Tomorrow evening, do it all again
(yeah, rock it)

They
They say all’s fair in love and war
But this war’s not fair and my heart’s still sore
Who the hell are they anyway
The ones who say tomorrow’s just another day
And there are plenty more fish in the sea
Not for me

I’m finding I’m someone different these days
Tired of clichés tired of old wives’ tales
There’s not an aphorism made that can hold me back
Why won’t you hold me back like you used to do
Don’t tell me it’s not me if it’s not you
And when I leave the house
They want to know why I’m alone
Why I’m the only lost and lonely soul (along the way) alive today
So they say
So why do they keep talking at me
Telling me that I’m the one who’s wrong
One size fits all would seem to be their thinking’s lowdown
But it barely works for socks why would it work for mental breakdowns
And they say you’ll never love me
The way that I love you
But they’ve not been right so far
So I think that I’ll continue to

Wintersong
I can’t find my old friends now
They don’t like me anyhow
I just want to sit with you
And talk to you

And I know
That when the snow falls down
You’ll come around again

Everything is out to get you
Ever since when I first met you
When it subsides,
We’ll go outside.

And I know
That when the snow
Falls down,
You’ll come around again.


Mixtape
I don’t know if maybe you thought my attention span
Lacked
what it needed to
Listen to you tell me all that you wanted to
Say
your CD arrived
Yesterday morning, I’ve listened to it seven
Times
since I opened it
How do you feel the way I do
Effortless production, guitar tracks and bass in your voice
Is a beautiful
Way to say everything words couldn’t say on their own
A few seconds of
Your left hand shaking, the sounds of the fretboard, I know
It was hard but I’d
Love you to feel the way I do
Seventy million times I have listened to you
Put your love into
Words, finely structuring everything you wanted to
It’s a funny thing
Every day my ears and your mouth are never apart
And you know
If a car came from nowhere I’d die with the sun in my heart.


Seafood

I’ve never eaten a lobster
Because I’ve seen them in their prime
Sitting in a tank beside the doorway
And if they could see it your way
They would probably start to cry
And the salt water from their tears
Would wash away all of their fears
As they’d remember all the years
They’d spent so happy in the wild.
Then one day the big men came
To make them play a fishy game
Of russian roulette for crustaceans
Fifty lobsters, seven nations, Waiting for the sweaty clientele
To pick them out for boiling water hell.
I’ve never eaten a lobster,
Not that I haven’t had the opportunity.
other food is so guilt free
But in this case the killer’s me,
And while it’s sitting on your plate
Regrets would come, but it’s too late,
And seafood’s such a very tricky dish
And nothing’s more emotional than fish.
Oh, nothing’s more emotional than fish.
Other food is so guilt free
But in this case the killer’s me
And while it’s sitting on your plate
Regrets would come, but it’s too late
And seafood’s such a very tricky dish
And nothing’s more emotional than fish.
Oh, nothing’s more emotional than fish.
Oh,Oh,Oh,
nothing’s more emotional than fish
nothing’s more emotional than fish


Uncertainty

Now I know I’m not the sort
Of guy who’ll sit and talk ’bout sport
It’s true.
And I know it seems unplanned
With my piano here at hand
But I’ve got something I want to ask you.
And if I had a pound for every
Time you turned me down,
I’d have one pound fifty
In my bank account right now.
the world can see,
we’re not that different you and me
so let’s get together, show the world
how different we can be
Oh, oh, oh.
And I know that in the past,
Your answer’s no when I have asked
But still
Hope springs eternal
That one day you’ll feel maternal
And there’s a hole within your soul that I can fill.
So I’ll ask again
If you will go out with me
Even though I know deep down
What the answer’s gonna be
my girl until we die,
If I kill a man, be my alibi,
But please just let me know,
Tell me yes or no,
Oh, oh, oh.


Imperfections

Your imperfections make you beautiful
In ways that only I can see.
The world moves on but you stand still
You say there’s always time to kill
When there’s a thousand pretty things to see.
Your imperfections make you beautiful
In ways that only you could be.
I love you more than words can say
But you keep pushing me away for
Somebody who loves you less than me.
His imperfections make him beautiful to you
Each sorrow puts him deeper in your heart
And every time he almost dies
I die a little more inside
As you and I drift slowly more apart.
Your imperfections make you beautiful
In ways that only I can see
And it turns out that my biggest imperfection
Was dreaming all the time of you and me.
We Made A Film

I want to know why
Things you say about Tories and trains just pass by,
Every word that you say,
Cats with captions and train alterations, each day
There’s a new little something of interest,
Shared with me in the best way that you can.
Shining wit, and a passion for irony,
See the absurd in a national tragedy.
One and the same in our own different way.
We’ll hit the big time and set a new low in the same day.
And we’ll be the men that we wanted to be,
Our own Wright, Frost and Pegg but much better you see,
And I know this is true,
Yes I know this is true,
Cause we made a film.
Working hard through the night,
Fed on cola and laughter, sit bathed in the light
Of your Macintosh screen
Picking out the best bits of the things that we’ve seen.
There’s so many adventures we’ve had
And not one of them bad for the lives that we lead
Achieving the goals that we set as we go
And I’ll never say no, I will never say no to one more.
One and the same in our own different way.
We’ll hit the big time and set a new low in the same day.
And like blood and ice cream poured into a bowl
Oh, it doesn’t seem right but just somehow we go,
And I know this is true,
Yes I know this is true,
Cause we made a film.


Internet Love Song

Please please don’t go,
Please, please please don’t go
Circumflex underscore circumflex
I love you so.
Please don’t block me,
Please don’t go offline.
I wanna be with you
all the time.
BRB, OMG, LOL.
ROFLMAO. (whoa-oh-oh)
BRB, OMG, LOL
ROFLMAO.
We’ll pour our hearts out on the screen
One line at a time
And I’ll try to figure how to
Make you mine,
So please, please, please don’t go,
Please, please don’t go,
Though it’s close to midnight
And the conversation’s getting slow,
No don’t invite your friends
I don’t want this moment here to end. (no, no, no)
BRB, OMG, LOL,
ROFLMAO.
BRB, OMG, LOL
ROFLMAO.
whoa-oh-oh
whoa-oh-oh


Catsongs I (Livia Remembered)

Lived your life in fur and whiskers
Fourteen years on four small paws,
Ate the heads and left the bodies
Of the victims of your claws.
I poked you and you scratched me,
Each claw like a tiny knife,
And through it all I shared with you
Some of the best times in my life,
Last year dead,
Year before alive.
This year, still dead. Sad.
Your indifference to that puppy
Selling bog roll on the telly
Made me love you, so I didn’t care
That your breath was smelly.
Your little kidneys couldn’t handle it no more,
Not unlike pope John Paul II but he had fewer paws.
You were not that religious, also unlike pope John Paul.
And he lived in the Vatican, but you had never been there at all.
Oh, at all.
Last year dead,
Year before alive.
This year, still dead. Sad.
Last year dead,
Year before alive.
This year, still dead. Sad.


Catsongs II (Livia Deliberated)
Don’t you want to be the one
To tell him, oh why can’t you see
The only people that you’re
Hurting here are you and me.
We’ll be together once again
Just one big happy family
Minus the cat.
Oh I don’t believe I’m
Hearing this, just don’t be such a twat.
He was just fine when his
Granddad died, he’ll live without the cat.
He’s old enough to understand
That dying is a natural
Part of life.
We’ve talked about the birds and bees
So why ya hiding this from me?
(Oh,)It’s plain to me why can’t you see
I don’t need any therapy for this.
This could be unnecessary
Pain and quite a lot of nasty
Strain upon his brain and you know
How expensive therapy can
Be for just one session nowadays
And just for dealing with a
Phase that he’ll grow out of in a
Couple of years, it’s true.
We’ve talked about the birds and bees
So why ya hiding this from me?
(Oh,) It’s plain to me why can’t you see
I don’t need any therapy for this.
We’ve talked about the birds and bees.
So why ya hiding this from me?
It’s not like I mind.
I mean, come on.
I’d figure it out someday.
(verses over each other)

Catsongs III (Livia Lives)

Sitting in the kitchen watching TV
Don’t know why I wasn’t in the living room.
It just seemed appealing at the time.
I sat there eating a box
Of corn flakes to myself
When out the corner of my eye
I saw something moving there,
And then I realised
That it was Livia.
She said “Meow.
Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow,
Meow meow meow, meow meow meow.
Meow, meow meow meow meow.”
Sitting in the kitchen talking to Livia,
Said “I’m getting over you.
I miss my granddad but I’m getting over him too.”
(and) She said “meow meow” then “meow meow meow” with a sigh
And for the last time said goodbye.


Genetics

I knew our plan was doomed
Right from the start.
The human body’s made of
More than just a heart,
And though it seemed
We’d be together for eternity,
That’s a long long way away
From how it seems to be to me,
It isn’t right that we should fight
About the way we fit together.
Just another complication
That is standing in our way
And you know I love you so
And even though we’ll make a monster
It’s a beautiful disaster that’s too
Terrible to simply throw away.
Our arteries are red
And our veins remain blue
But even so our damaged
Blood trickles through,
It’s true that all
Our relatives died
From the blood that
Trickled round their inside
And so far we’ve lived our lives
Thinking everything was fine,
Not thinking of the trouble
Borne inside us at the time,
And now we’ve come to find the sum
Is greater than the parts that make it.
This hereditary sorrow was
Kept quite through the years
All the grief and the relief
Our parents felt when we were healthy
Newborn babies we don’t get
Because genetics is a science made of tears.


Why I Shouldn’t Have Let You In

You told me ‘seize the day’
And then I really thought you cared
And I tried to face my fears
But then I just got really scared
And even the fluffiest of silver clouds
Are made of freezing wetness
And you tell me life’s a bitch
But I don’t think you really get this,
And I wish that I’d not let you in any more,
And I wish that I’d been a bit fussier about the kind of people I let through the door
If I’d hesitated, I might have been fated
To life my own life without you.
I never really meant to share achronologically
The little things that made me me
I never thought I’d have to
Quantify them day by day
I never really felt the need to take my two or three
Neuroses then talk openly
About them and then brutally
Dissect them on a tray
And I’m glad that you’re not telling me what to do
And I wish that I’d not spent the time illuminating up the past with little tales of who
Had nurtured me naturally from the womb
Through to now, my own life, without you.
(Oh,)You told me ‘sieze the day’
And then I really thought you cared
And I tried to face my fears
But then I just got really scared
And even the fluffiest of silver clouds
Are made of freezing wetness
And you tell me life’s a bitch
But I don’t think you really get this
And I wish that I’d not let you in any more
And I wish that I’d been a bit fussier about the kind of people I let through the door
If I’d hesitated, I might have been fated
To life my own life without you.


Rhyme and Reason

Last week I ran downtown
To see you and tell you I loved you.
But just before I reached your door
I stopped and looked above to
Pray to anyone who’d hear me
Getting the pluck
To wish myself luck to say-
You’re the reason to my rhyme
And it’s a shame, no it’s a crime
That I’ve not told you that I love(d)you
‘Cause I’ve never found the time,
You’re my happiness and sadness,
You’re the method to my madness.
Nobody I’d rather be with,
Nobody I’d ever be with.
And through your bedroom window
I saw you and you saw me.
The young man lying on your bed
Was right where I could clearly
See him telling you what I had
Wanted to say, from the
Very first day we met.
You’re the reason to my rhyme
And it’s a shame, no it’s a crime
That I’ve not told you that I love(d) you
‘Cause I’ve never found the time,
You’re my happiness and sadness,
You’re the method to my madness.
Nobody I’d rather be with,
Nobody I’d ever be with.
So two days passed and then at last
I thought I’d try and ring you.
And see if you were free, then maybe we
Could go to town and
Get some food and see a film you wanted to see,
And then afterwards we’d go home.
You said that sounded great,
But you’d a date with that young man who
I had seen previously
The time I had come round to see you.
And I don’t think I can hold this in any more
So I’m sorry if I bore you to death,
But you’re the reason to my rhyme
And it’s a shame, no it’s a crime
That I’ve not told you that I love(d) you
‘Cause I’ve never found the time,
You’re my happiness and sadness,
You’re the method to my madness.
Nobody I’d rather be with,
Nobody I’d ever,
You’re the reason to my rhyme
And it’s a shame, no it’s a crime
That I’ve not told you that I love you
‘Cause I’ve never found the time,
You’re my happiness and sadness,
You’re the method to my madness.
Nobody I’d rather be with,
Nobody I’d ever be with.


A Song About A Person On A Train

The most pretty human being
In the city was just sitting
Next to me on the train today.
And I stared at them so long
I thought there must be something wrong
within the world for me to not get them today
And my silent pleas to God
For them to not get off the train
When next it stopped were quickly dropped
For wishing they’d get on again,
The doors would close upon my heart,
And then the train would start to start
Upon its way.
And sitting on the train,
I knew I’d never see my love again.
The most pretty human being in the world
Had left the train a while ago
And with their headphones on
They’d never hear me say “What’s wrong
Is that we’re not together, you and me”,
Although I said it silently,
And I wish there’d been delays
While we were still within the city
So that I’d have had more time
Admiring everything that’s pretty about you,
Even though you wouldn’t want me to.

Even though you wouldn’t want me to.
Even though you wouldn’t want me to.
Even though you wouldn’t want me to.
Even though you wouldn’t want me to.
Even though you wouldn’t want me to.


Watching Paint Dry
(Please note: If your version is missing these lyrics - it’s the iTunes version and is incorrect.)
I’m sitting here in hope that I
Can get some peace of mind,
And I’m hoping that the paint fumes
Will provide me with the time
To think about how I will go
And turn this house into a home
For all of us.
I painted it on monday and
It’s drying still today.
And off the walls but on my mind’s
That horrible wallpaper
That was pasted on the walls
And made the room feel rather small
And dark and sad.
So I picked up the brushes and
laid down the paper to start.
Painting over this old home
To make it feel like it’s my own
But desperate not to be alone
Cause this home needs a heart
And I’m watching the paint dry on the walls
And every time I think I hear
The sound of someone coming near
I turn to see who’s there and there is
Never anybody there at all.
Yesterday the room was grey
But now it’s kinda blue.
It makes the room feel larger
It’s an incandescent hue
That makes me think of electricity
And people living in the city below.
I worked the first half of my life
To spend the second in this place,
And I’m only just discovering
Part of the human race that’s looking
Round for someone they would like to
Spend the days and maybe nights to
Fall in love with one another
Settle down, become a mother,
And I’m watching the paint dry on the walls,
Staring blankly to the ether
Wondering if I could even
Be the man that somebody would
Like to give their all, and I’m
Watching the paint dry on the walls
And I’ll wait for opportunity to call.


Happy birthday Charlie

Time has passed since yesterday
And now you’re all grown up
Twenty years have passed your way
And every year you’ve used the whole thing up
And here’s another year, a brand new dream to build
To join the 19 ones and you’ve already filled
And when this one’s full up there’ll be another still
Cuz time goes on
Time goes on
and life goes on
Life goes on

You make the world a better place
With all the things you do
And all the love you get today
Is proof of that for you
A modern life is one of many memes and trends
And jokes can come and go as easily as friends
And your relationships will hurt as well as mend
But time goes on
Time goes on
and life goes on
Life goes on

(please note: this section is a complete guess).
Time flows- and what you want will never never be there when you get to
Time flows- and what you want is where the ones you didn’t want are gonna get through
Time flows- and when you wanna go with them are gonna give ‘em when you get to
Time flows- and what you want to play the ones is cause you know you’ll never get to

I don’t know
I don’t know how it ends
I don’t know
I don’t know how it ends
I don’t know, I don’t know what it holds
I don’t know, I don’t know what it holds

Today is just another day
And everything’s the same
Open up your mind today
And ask it for its name


The New Assistant

I’ve reached the end,
But this is not the final curtain,
In fact, I’m almost certain
A new world’s opening for me.

My time on Earth
Has reached it’s natural conclusion,
But now I’m under the illusion
That from now on I will be free.

I’ve met this guy who’s hard to understand,
But always solves the job at hand,
And never fails to save the day.
He’s got this ship, well not a ship,
A box that flies through time and space,
And always saves the human race,
And last September’s just a button press away.

Oh me, oh my,
Look at him fly.
Oh my, oh me,
Who can he be?

Oh me, oh my,
Look at him fly.
Oh my, oh me,
Who can he be?

Now, I don’t want to sound outrageous,
But now we’re in the middle ages,
And there’s some aliens here too.
The Doctor says that aliens exist all over,
From Margate to Muldover,
If you knew just where to look.

He’s got a brain the size of a planet,
So I asked myself “Why can it be that he wants me?”
Each time I stay with him.
And if I ask him who he is or where he’s from,
Then all he says is he’s a Time Lord
And then mumbles something about Gallifrey.

Oh my, oh me,
Who can he be?
Oh me, oh my,
Look at him fly.

Oh me, oh my,
Look at him fly.
He’s the Doctor.

Who does he think he is? He’s talking to Davros
And he’s walking towards his plunger thing of death.
How does he always seem to make it?
I think sometimes he has to fake it,
One man can’t always be the best.

Must be pretty lonely,
Knowing you’re the only one,
Of your kind alive.
When the fate of the universe
Is resting on his shoulders,
It’s a wonder how he survives,
That he survives.

Oh my, oh me,
Who can he be?
Oh me, oh my,
Look at him fly.

Oh my, oh me,
Who can he be?
And why does he want me?



New Earth

Let’s look around the city
I’m sure you’ll find it pretty
Cool to see technology
Made by the human race.

It’s not Earth anymore
The sun devoured it’s core
but New Earth’s looking nice
Five million years will do that to a place.

That’s the infirmary
Come on we’ll go and see
The feline-featured sisters
And the ancient Face of Boe.

I know it’s interesting,
But these people should be resting
And we haven’t got the time to stop.

New buildings, new skyscrapers
Cars, and trains, and new newspapers
Nothing’s really changed,
But, nothing’s really stayed the same
On New Earth.

Now seeing that we’re driving
You’ll notice that we’re diving
Underground to where the city’s
People are all kept.

There was a nasty virus
And the government denied us
The right to move away.
Three-hundred and sixty-five days of darkness.

If we can get the hatches up
Then we can get the people out
But just beware the Macra
They’ll eat you up alive.

Repopulate the city
The underworld’s so gritty
But overground it’s oh so beautiful
And everywhere there’s,

New buildings, new skyscrapers
Cars, and trains, and new newspapers
Nothing’s really changed,
But, nothing’s really stayed the same
On New Earth.

Yes, there are
New buildings, new skyscrapers
Cars, and trains, and new newspapers
Nothing’s really changed,
But, nothing’s really stayed the same
On New Earth.

The End of the Universe (Chantho’s Song)

It’s the end of the human race.
The end of the universe is such an empty place.
The Future Kind are watching as you go.

Skies all around are falling down;
we need to get out of this dust cloud,
but I remember someone just like you a hundred trillion years ago..?

You fell in love ten years ago (unsure of this lyric?)
beginning sentences with ‘Chan’ and ending in ‘Tho’
But he will never know just how you feel.

He always tells you that he’s making something,
and it’s made of staples, food, and bits of string.
But the drums are getting louder and his plan’s going wrong.



Bad Wolf Bay

I made a star go (come, burn) out for you
I let a solar system die
I just wanted you again
I just needed you again
If I could turn the world around
If I could take the pain away
And every memory could live as long as me

I think about you every day
I think about what you’ve become
But even if I look away
Two hearts are crying out for one
Crying



Am I Just A Humanoid To You?

It’s the end of our adventures,
Finding myself home again.
Just what did you think
When you came down and picked me?
Did you think you were above me?
Did you ever really love me?
Or am I just a humanoid to you?

Tried to fix the chameleon circuit,
Even though you could never work it,
You tried some light percussive therapy,
Did you need me?
I’d do anything to save you.
Do you care about the love I gave you?
Or am I just a humanoid to you?

There was a time not long ago,
Where all that mattered was staying alive,
But now you’ve taken half my life away.
Life seems so small without you,
Now I’m doing it all without you,
I’ve got nothing to live for past today.

It’s the end of all creation,
No more wars and no more nations,
Sontarans may as well just be an idol dream.
You might be years away,
Or just in yesterday,
But I’ll always be a humanoid to you.



Just A Boy

(Lastufka/Kinley)

Opening/Verse: G Gaug C Cm
Chorus: Em B/D# D A/C#, C Cm G D
Bridge: Em C G B/D# C Cm

I’m just a boy
I watch cartoons and play with toys,
while others just see trash around my feet.
in my mind I like to fly away,
see the whole world in just one day
so the worries of my world don’t bother me.

oh, don’t bring me down, I’m just a boy.

now I’m growing up and people say
I look like my father more each day,
and I smile as my stomach turns inside.
seventeen years of looking at his face,
speed’s the key as he starts his race,
and just a little pill to help him end his ride.

oh, valium brings him down, Oh, I’m just a boy.

you can say that it’s okay,
but I will never forget the day
a strange car came and he got inside,
and I knew he’d never make it through that ride.

oh, I was just a boy.

now I’m just a man,
working day to day the best I can.
my office overlooks a busy street.
now I’m finally free,
thanks to a fortune on therapy.
I have a house and a car,
and they say I dress pretty neat.

oh, you can’t bring me down,
no, you can’t bring me down,
I’m not a boy.

you can say that it’s okay,
but I will never forget the day
I looked in the mirror and was filled with grief,
when I saw my father’s face staring back at me.

now I’m spiraling down
spending weeks in a hospital gown,
and my money’s all run out,
who remembers what charity’s about?

oh, help, I’m falling down,
oh, help me, I’m falling down,
I am just a boy.

The Wind

(Lastufka/Kinley)

Verse/Chorus: A G
PreChorus: D C
Bridge: A G D A

she saw him coming over with a rush of adrenaline,
running so fast didn’t quite know why.
closer now emotions started overflowing,
memories blow in and cloud her mind.

the wind grabbed and pushed and pulled her,
the wind took her by surprise,
the wind was as fast as she was,
the wind made her want to fly,
the wind made her want to fly.

a few feet left to close the gap that was between them,
wondering now is he friend or foe.
staring at him questions start to overwhelm her,
she can’t figure out if she should go.

the wind grabbed and pushed and pulled her,
the wind took her by surprise,
the wind was as fast as she was,
the wind made her want to fly,
the wind made her want to fly.

he was the only one
to whom she would give her heart.
he was the only one
that could make the fire start.
then he left on the winds of change,
she had no more choices than these:
to live with the pain, or the possibilities,
or the possibilities.

she turned away so he couldn’t see the hint of a smile,
the smile that betrayed her change of heart.
she felt a stirring deep inside that was more than a feeling,
the look on his face was the best part.

the wind grabbed and pushed and pulled her,
the wind took her by surprise,
the wind was as fast as she was,
the wind made her say “goodbye”,
the wind made her say “goodbye.”

Can’t

(Lastufka)

Verse: A Em C G
Chorus: D Em C G

he can’t put into words
just how she made him melt
she molded folded, pasted and cut
his edited heart was her favorite work of art
and it surprised him every day
they way she made him obey

he can’t see clearly
through love tinted eyes
her erotic, robotic bedroom lies
paid off in a blur for the minute he was let inside her
he can’t complain about he strain
of her relationship games

he can’t dream vividly
while nightmares run wild
she locked, blocked and mocked his smile
he’s been destroyed
tears come falling from her trained toy
and with a sigh he can’t explain why
but he can’t say “goodbye”.

The Mirror Song

(Lastufka)

Verse/Open: C Am F G
Chorus: F F C G x3, F F Fm Fm
Bridge: D G A Dm (C) G G

I never saw a reflection more true
before the day I saw myself in you
a love, separated by miles of sea
call it long-distance
but we call it a new journey.

and now I’m watching you, watching me
from beyond places that I believe in
and as I hear your way with words
I lose where mine have been
its like every page we took
was from a fairy tale picture book…

I’d forgotten how happy we’d looked.
I’d forgotten how happy we’d looked.

I never heard your voice clearer
before I read the lipstick on the mirror
a smudge, in fade-resistant pink
call it eternity
but it felt like a blink.

and now I’m watching you, watching me
from beyond places that I believe in
and as I hear your way with words
I lose where mine have been
and now I’m watching you, watching me
from beyond places I believe in
and as I hear your way with words
I lose where mine have been
its like every page we took
was from a fairy tale picture book…

I’d forgotten how happy we’d looked.
I’d forgotten how happy we’d looked.

Forgiven

(Lastufka)

Verse/Opening: C G G Am (G/B), C (C7) F (Fm), C G
Chorus: C G A# F x2, G G Am Am x2, F F Fm Fm
Guitar Solo: F C G G x2, F C G D, F F Fm Fm

I lit a candle and placed it upon the stage
in front of rows of picket fences and graves
I traveled through valleys of pews
and saw the don’t’s and the do’s
through sky blue eyes

I dropped to my knees
folded hands, scolded hands
And I tried to part the seas
and cross the sands, burning sands
in my hair and in my eyes
and in my heart and in my head
I stop to shake it off and only hope
that when I’m dead I’ll be forgiven

I saw the eternal flame fire
burn through the forest choir
and I listened to the cries
through burning ears and burning eyes
like a tolling bell at noon

I dropped to my knees
folded hands, scolded hands
And I tried to part the seas
and cross the sands, burning sands
And you were always there for me
as I was always told
all that I could hope for was one day
when I was old I’d be forgiven

the day my boots lead me to the place where I hide
nearly drowned, committing social suicide
lost in the willows weeping
lost in His book and His vague teaching
my blood and body blurred the words

I dropped to my knees
folded hands, scolded hands
And I tried to part the seas
and cross the sands, burning sands
And as the ink ran down the page
I had to run away
I’ve not looked back since then and
I’ve done nothing to this day to be forgiven.



No Really, Any Time You Like

ow oo, oo, oo
oh oh oh oh oh
oo oo oo oo oo

Don’t be a stranger
I like your company

Don’t be a stranger
I like your company

If you need anything
I can provide it for you

If you need anything
I can provide it for you


Why I’m Late

There are reasons for why I’m late
None of which you would believe
If you say that I’m lazy
Then I will quite happily leave

I’m not making a habit of
Lateness then pride then a fall
This is one in a million
I’d be surprised if you think that at all.


Graveyards

(mournful ohs)
There’s a graveyard where no graveyard used to be
There’s a graveyard made of grass and memories
Over ground that’s overgrown, the grass, the skin, the blood, the bone
That’s (are) buried here in scores
The never-ending sores

There’s a braveheart where the graveyard used to be
Fighting an imaginary cavalry
All the dead in this dimension wield a weapon of retention
Hidden from him now
Until they will allow (oh)

There’s something reminiscent of a grey and weathered china cup
I’m sure that’s just for me
The things that I can see
Where graveyards used to be


The Heretic’s Song

When I see my name
And it’s written on the flames
I can see I don’t belong
I am low, I am weak
I am virtually unique
And I won’t be here for long
Cause my weakness makes me strong

And I see his face in every rose
And I feel his breath on my nose
And I feel the horns putting pressure on the inside of my skull
And I know, and I know

It is in the tone
When I listen to the phone
Hiding in the frequencies
He is dark but he’s here
And there’s nothing that I fear
Because he is one with me
Because he is one with me.


Toy (Ode to an Imaginary Pachyderm)

It’s so easy to pretend
That I’m your mother and you are my best friend
I won’t dream about you if you don’t dream of me

All the games we play are more than
You could ever know, one in a million
I’m not mad at you, You’re never mad at me

Do be happy, don’t be sad,
(but) Don’t be angry but do be very glad
That you’re unaware of the fact you exist

I’m a woman you’re a man, or
We’re just cheetahs deep in the Savannah,
You will always be my favourite friend, oh elephant

It was many years ago
That you’d sit comfortably there on my pillow
I don’t look at you now you won’t look at me

Growing up, imagination
Is no more than a vague irritation
I won’t talk to you if you can’t talk to me

I’m not happy, I’m not sad
and I’m not angry
and I’m not very dead
now that I’m made aware of how you don’t exist

You’re my friend and I’m a boy
Or I’m a fully grown man and you’re a toy
Elephant


In C

C is
the beginning and end of your work
C is
where you carefully hide all your hurt
C is
the most valuable tool in your trade
C is
the most definite way to get paid

with the money you earn
so cash your cheques
‘cause maybe it’s better exploring the world
you know how to connect
and maybe it’s best
not to know
what comes next

There’s no
earthly reason to learn how to use the black
keys
there’s no
real neccesity to play piano at all if you please
there’s no reason to ever
write songs or make music
or play any intsrument well
and that’s fine
there’s no reason to live your whole life being one of a kind
being one of a kind
being one of a kind


Ada

Ada you died and left nothing at all
£20 notes wrapped up into a ball
held by the red rubber bands that remain
after the postman brought no post again
they found the money
and bought you a hole
hired you a priest to give flight to your soul
no friends attended it, you were alone
they’d been to busy attending their own


I do

I saw your wedding dress among the rhododenrons
and wondered what was up now
you neck was red and I could see
the aching tendons
but you looked better somehow
but you looked better someh-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
but you looked better somehow
but you looked better someh-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
but you looked better somehow

and you locked eyes with me for less than half a second
I saw the anger in you
the hatred that you have for everything within me
and everything that I do
and everything that I do-who-oo-oo-oo
and everything that I do
and everything that I do-who-oo-oo-oo
and everything that I do

and after that
there wasn’t anything to tell me
undressed and uncommanding
I’d never seen you look so dark and underwhelming
and so I left you standing
and so I left you standi-i-i-i-ing
and so I left you standing
and so I left you standi-i-i-i-ng
and so I left you standing


Hey

Hey, stop that!
Where are you going?
This is why the rules were made.
Hey, stop that!
What are you doing?
Though the fence is still electrocuted
you could still be prosecuted
and I know you think it moot
(it won’t affect you)
but it will,
but it will.
Hey, stop that!
What are you doing?
You wont get away with this!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey…


IOU

You wrote letters to our friends
So that we could all pretend
You were able to defend my love

Complex lines in verdigris
I owe you and you owe me
But I’m sure we won’t agree, my love

And all the walls were falling down
Where all the words you wrote were found
And all the silent space around
Was suddenly alive

We took them as we took our leave
Filling pockets, filling sleeves
We were little more than thieves, my love

And we read every single note
And every thought and every quote
I cried at every word you wrote, my love


Don’t Want To

I don’t want to know
what it is that gets you through

I don’t want to know
what it is that gets you through

I don’t want to know
what it is that gets you through

I don’t want to know
I hope it’s only you


I don’t want to know
what it is that gets you through

I don’t want to know
what it is that gets you through

I don’t want to know
what is is that gets you through

I don’t want to know
I only hope it’s you




A Little Irony
Edited April 28th, 2011 with “official video”


Time should stop moving
And never go beyond today
If we can find a way to stop
The world would be okay

If we’d thought about it sooner
It wouldn’t have been so downhill,
We gotta find a way to stop
While I’ve got it still

Do you wanna know a little irony about me?
I don’t know if I should share this little irony about me
But it’s funny

Cause my heart has started beating
It never has before today
It must be something in the way she looks at me

She started screaming
Before I made the earth stand still
Of all the people I could kill it had to be

Do you wanna know a little irony about me?
I don’t know if I should share this little irony about me
But it’s funny

Because love was just a feeling
Irrelevant before today
But now I gotta find a way
To make her real

Freezing
Was just for me to get away
But now I gotta find a way
To make her real

Back when the world around me
Moved so unpredictably
A moment never lasted long enough
For me to see the reason why

Love never came to me
It moves unscientifically
And now you’re trapped and I can find
A reason now to ask you one more time

Do you wanna know a little irony about me?
I don’t know if I should share this little irony about me
But it’s funny, it’s oh so funny

Do you wanna know a little irony about me?
I don’t know if I should share this little irony about me
But you’ll move me more forever
Than you ever did before today.




Uncertainty

I know I’m not the sort
Of guy who’ll sit and talk ’bout sport
It’s true.
And I know it seems unplanned
With my ukulele in my hand
But I’ve got something I’d like to ask you.
And if I had a pound for every
Time you turned me down
I’d have one pound fifty
In my bank account right now
the world can see,
we’re not that different you and me
so let’s get together, show the world
how different we can be
Oh, oh, oh.
And I know that in the past,
Your answer’s no when I have asked
But still
Hope springs eternal
That one day you’ll feel maternal
And there’s a hole within your soul that I can fill.
So I ask again
If you will go out with me
Even though I know deep down
What the answer’s gonna be
my girl until we die,
If I kill a man, be my alibi,
But please just let me know,
Tell me yes or no,
Oh, oh, oh.


Rebecca
In the oyster of dramatic salted beautiful pearls
until that day my heart was tragic
a spell unbroken by the hollington girls
I write my song about rebecca
with binds around my heart
will she let my passion start?
rebecca
rebecca
rebecca
my heart flies like a dove
she’s the subject of my love
she was the dog in the moon
in a shakespeare play
her voice holds such tune
but will her love stay?
I write my song about rebeccca
that binds around my heart
will she let my passion start?
rebecca
rebecca
rebecca
my heart flies like a dove
she’s the subject of my love
she is the lamp of magic
all her dreams come true
and my heart stage is tragic
I wish your leave for you
I write my song about rebecca
that binds around my heart
will she let my passion start
rebecca rebecca rebecca
my heart flies like a dove
she’s the subject of my love


but my darling don’t fear
I know that we’re just friends
my affections are dear
and so here my story ends


Transcription help from tinychat, and an old I have version of the song, which is slightly clearer.

I Can Change

You used to be somewhat anathema to me
you were a stench you were a stool
you were a succubus
but further down the line
I think you’ll find
I can change my mind

that’s not a crime

and even though I don’t know why, it’s not a crime
there seems to be some sort of loop
surrounding me or my activites repeat at an alarming frequency
and in decline
is anything that’s mine

sitting in a shopping trolley
crying over somebody you’ve seen once in the biscuits aisle
and instantly adored is not becoming or convincing
and I know that you’re fucked up
and it’s a thing you can’t get over
and it’s worthy of our tolerance
but everybody’s hungry
and you’ve eaten all our biscuits
and I love your bout of gluttony
and even if it’s August
it gets chilly in the night
and we’re supposed to meet the others in the park
in 20 minutes and I don’t want to explain
that you’ve been crying
over someone else
and that’s why all your eyeliner is leaving bits of residue
all over your nice face
and how you won’t even remember in the morning
when it’s over or in maybe half an hour
when your friends are all around you
and you’re drinking and you’re happy
and the only piece of evidence that you were ever miserable
is the mascara that is covering your cheeks

and maybe me
sat in the corner
when I try to catch your eye
between deluded dreams of getting up and leaving you forever


Harrison

Oh, Harrison, you’re my best friend
and by comparison
I guess you’re alright in the end
there’s nobody quite like you
and everyday when I wake up
I thank the lord that this is true
if there were more than one
the world would end up in an end of the planet situation
nation by nation
and that wouldn’t be that nice

Oh Harrison where do you go,
what do you do?
I want to know what’s happening inside your mind
Oh Harrison what do I do?
I’ve never loved somebody quite the way that I love you.
and I want you to tell me
how the world looks from your eyes
oh-whoa-oh-oh
Harrison, you know I love you
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
not embarrassin’
to say “If you think that I’m awesome then
that means that I think you are too, yeah”
but I don’t know if I do-oo
oh-oh-oh-oh-
oh Harrison where do you go
what do you do
I want to know what’s happening inside your mind
oh Harrison what do I do
I’ve never loved somebody quite the way that I love you
and I want you to tell me how the world looks from your eyes
oh-whoa-oh-oh
Harrison
you know I love you
it’s not embarrassin’
to say “If you think that I’m awesome
then that means that I think you are too, yeah”
well, I guess that means that I think you are too-oo-oo-oh
I guess that means that I think you are too-oo-oo-oo-oo
guess that means that I think you are to.



Animals
And what if birds
Fell in love like we do
The skies would be empty
Made of invisible winds
And what if fish
Found they had emotions
Suddenly our oceans
Would become blinded by things
There’s something to be said
For getting into bed
And covering your head
And waiting for whatever comes your way
and in the end
When you’ve lost all your friends
They’re never coming back
And if I tried
To tell you I loved you
Would you promise to try to
Feel the same way
I know I’m not
The only fish in the sea
But if it were just you and me
We’d take control of the sky



About Our Universe

I was on a plane
going home at night
and I wondered if I could open the doors mid-flight
was it right
to want to give it’s passengers a more exciting death
than they could ever imagine
there’s a whole school of thought
that says you live what you do
and you are what you eat
but I’d be out there too
with a hundred people screaming
in depressurized air
falling quickly like the plane
through the clouds down there
and in their last lively minutes
they’d look down and they’d stare
and the earth rising fast
at last they would care
about me
about me
about me
about me

and if one day
the universe
fell in love with another universe
would they
in this new reality
fall together into one singularity
and on the tiny planet
everyone would be reeling
not considering that even universes have feelings
and there’d be millions of people
all condensed into one
and soon they’d be dead like the birds and the sun
and each one would think the center of it all was their head
and the world would collapse and then they’d be dead like me
like me
like me
like me


Oh Jakey


I’ve got a friend who’s mystical
and rather egotistical
and Jakey Papas is his name

he works with the decision
most emphatical decision
hoping one day day they will lead him to fa-a-ame

They call him Jakey Papas
and he likes to know what’s what
to see if he is on the list
but usually he’s not
Oh, Jakey poo
won’t you do
your hair for me-ee-ee-ee ?
We’ll sit and play
all the day
on RPGee-ee-ee-ee-ees

I’ve got a friend who’s mystical
and rather egotistical
and Jakey Papas is his name
he works with the decision
most emphatical decision
hoping one day day they will lead him to fa-a-ame

They call him Jakey Papas
and he likes to know what’s what
and to see if he is on the list
but usually he’s not
Oh, Jakey poo
won’t you do
your hair for me-ee-ee-ee-ee ?
We’ll sit and play
all the day on RPGee-ee-ee-ee-ees

OH Jakey poo
won’t you do-oo-oo-oo-oo your hair for me
we’ll sit and play
all the day-ay-ay-ay-ay
on MMORPGs


Transciption help from #admiralfighters in the SoA tinychat. We slowed this down two different ways. We eneded with still a few people not agreeing on the fourth and fifth lines. (We had Erratic, he wrote, and I had precision in place of the first “decision”) So it may still be wrong. Good as it gets until Tom bothers to correct us.:)
Summersong

We’re running out of water,
Summer’s turning out to be too hot,
For going except in shade.

Now the sun is rising everyday,
And I hate how it just stays that way,
The nights are too short these days.

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba

I keep on thinking how mankind
Will shrivel up and burn and die
If we were fired into the sun.


The noise cuts off my head some days,
I wish that I was dead in ways,
I’m better now, I’m only one.

And that’s how life has got to be,
I need to get used to it
Six billion people think that me
Is more important than the rest,
And that’s just how it’s meant to be,
There’s people living who aren’t me.

Wintersong
I can’t find my old friends now
They don’t like me anyhow
I just want to sit with you
And talk to you

And I know
That when the snow falls down
I’ll be alone again

Everything is out to get you
Ever since when I first met you
and when it subsides,
We’ll go outside.

And I know
That when the sun shines through
You’ll come around again.


Bloom

Once in a blue moon
You’ll come outside
and I will see your crater facing
a volcano in your eyes
another angry running jump
I take a leap
and you’re surprised
and everytime we run around
in ever widening
elipses
so that one day you will bloom


you will bloom


Once in someone’s room
you sat and cried
and I could see your
Iron eyelids flutter open in surprise
as someone entered
in the, room
and sat beside you
and cried too
and even though you’d never mentioned it
I hoped it helped you realise
this time is meant to bloom


meant to bloom


Want it?
Free download here: http://8bc.org/items/music/bloom.mp3


I had trouble with one word, thanks jared, zirrah, and tinychat.
March As A Mad Hare

Part of a larger .zip file Round 2
 (Laughter)
Look, I don’t want to scare you but these walls are made of man
and they’ll shoot you in the leg or head with any chance they can
and I’m sorry if this fact alarms you
but I’ll make sure that nobody harms you
armies are approaching from each corner of the state
and we need to get a move on
and there isn’t time to wait
for the oncoming hordes of a nation
that has a rather nasty reputation
So,
pack your bags
and sell your soul
we’re gonna need the
money to pay for the death toll
of trying to escape across the border
to a country that exudes a foreign order
so don’t look back
and don’t look at my face
take a look at yourself
take a look at this place
what the hell are we doing
out in the air and the cold
you’re not getting younger and I’m already old
‘Cause I don’t really want to die
especially in a place like this
and now the walls are caving in
you look like shit I stink of piss
the dream is done
and so am I
so are we and so are you
but it’s O.K. I’ve got a plan
Now listen, here’s what we will do:
we’ll start a little business
selling bread or maybe cakes
or maybe aeroplanes or shoes
or maybe hoverboards or lakes
or maybe have a little farm in the countryside
I don’t know if that’ll work
but yeah, I think it’s worth a try
and I will have a little housewife
and she will cook and she will clean
and you’ll be my little servant (if you you know what I mean)
you know I love you very much
but I’m a very nasty man
and I will shoot you in the leg or head with any chance I can

The Raincoat’s Lament
Available as part of a .zip file package Round 1
 Every day I pray the same:
Don’t let it rain,
don’t let it rain,
‘cause I don’t want to do this anymore.
I know why I’m here and I know what I do
but I can’t help it
if I don’t want to let you wear me out of the front door,
but I’ll try
and I’ll try
and I’ll try
to make you love me again.
‘Cause every single day it’s always the same
you forget my place
you forget my name
and I’m left inside with no one to keep dry
and I’m not warm like cloth
and I’m not cool like leather
but I care about you
and whatever the weather
I’m waiting to be warm right by your side
‘cause I’m dry
yeah, I’m dry
yeah, I’m dry
so why won’t you love me again?


I know one day you’ll come back to me
and you’ll pick me up
and you’ll smile as you see
my bright yellow coating smile at you
and you’ll put me on
and we’ll head out
and in my mind mind there is no doubt
that you’ll carry me around like you always used to do
but why
oh why
oh why
won’t you love me again?
but why
oh why
oh why
oh why
why won’t you love me again?
oh why, oh why, oh why
Can you be thirteen again?

Bread

Her name was Flora Spread and she lived on Hovis Hill
Overlooking baker town from the window of her flour mill
The bright lights of the city fueled her longing to create
With the innovative bakers with whom she knew she could relate

She saw the cakes they cooked and the muffins that they made
But she kept on beating her bread all the while, feeling betrayed
That her mother left her in this mess of yeast, flour and dough
She must taste inspiration and stop chewing the bread of woe ( whoa, whoa, whoa)

Down in baker town lived Victoria Sponge
But her cakes just weren’t selling so she knew that it was time to take the plunge
Into the new, and see things from a brand new view
And yes young miss Flora I am talking to you

Will you come down that hill of yours and work here in my shop
You might have to bake until the ovens pop
But I need your creative eye
With my wisdom and your innovation together we can bake the perfect success pie

Success Pie
Sucess P-i-ie
Bread
Bread

After just one week in that shop, Flora’s business was booming
Her creativity blooming and her customers consuming
But looming, on the horizon, lay a rising problem
People couldn’t stop eating, and there was nothing that could stop them

What was once a people of pretty balanced diets
Baker town without its bread was revolution without riots
Flora closed her shop down, but she knew it was too late
And soon enough the population of the town was overweight

Overweight
Overwe-i-eight

Bread
Bread

And so, the very next day
Flora went back to her mill and opened up her bread shop
But it seemed, to Flora’s dismay that no one wanted her bread
And she was left alone up the hill top

Victoria sponge kept on baking
With recipes she stole from Flora’s notes
And Flora’s heart kept on breaking
As the cakes continued rising, and the bread became toast

© Charlie McDonnell


Pelvis Resley

You took an online test that said you were probably gay
But never fear, Baby Rodeo are here to take the pain away.
You shouldn’t believe a stupid online test that lies about you anyway
Baby Rodeo are all the internet you need, and it’s gonna be a
heterosexual day.


Massive Hammers

All my friends are far away
And at the end of every day I

Usually my problems turn out fine
Even though I’m wasted all the time

I’ve got massive hammers on my mind
Everyone is friendly, sweet and kind

When I use my
(look at all of them)
really heavy
(not the massive ones)
duty massive ham
(they’re the ones that hurt most)

Mers

Pretty Baby

Everybody loves a baby that’s why I’m in love with you,
Pretty baby, pretty baby,
And I’d like to be your sister, brother, dad and mother too,
Pretty baby, pretty baby.

Won’t you come and let me rock you in my cradle of love
And we’ll cuddle all the time.
Oh, I want a lovin’ baby, and it might as well be you,
Pretty baby of mine!


Won’t you come and let me rock you in my cradle of love
And we’ll cuddle all the time.
Oh, I want a lovin’ baby, and it might as well be you,
Pretty baby of mine -

This song is about you!
though it kind of predates you,
Pretty baby of mine.


Smell
(lyrics from bandcamp missing the middle, so it is just my best guess)


Memories are kept inside that mountain on your face
that I could break
You’re almost there
I almost see it in the air
if it could talk!

Everything is clean; exactly how it used to be.
Every line and shadow helps it
mean the world to me
Close my eyes and take
my ears and flay me on the floor.

Get away I know that you’re the one for me no more.
I can’t remember what it’s called
I can’t remember what it’s called
I can’t remember what they called it
called it,
Oh, no.

I can’t remember what it’s called
I can’t remember what it’s called
I can’t remember what they called it
called it,

I can’t remember what it’s called
I can’t remember what it’s called
I can’t remember what they called it
called it,
oh no.


Cherub
(lyrics comprised of official bandcamp lyrics and my early post of them)

Ezekiel was calm and quiet as the wind
Before he said what he said
And as he turned away your happy baby eyes
Stared through his head
through his head
through his head
through his head
through his head.
Na na na, na na, na na na

Sing, sing the revelations that you see
Swoop among the people and take heed
Cherub you are terrifying me

A horde of huge hallucinations
Carry out the holy deed
All-seeing replicating wheels
Aflame with fervour carry me
But who am I

Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?

Sing, sing the revelations that you see
Swoop among the people and take heed
Cherub you’re proselytising me


Live In Spite

(comprised of official bandcamp lyrics, mine, and Timothy Blakely’s submission :))


I don’t want to live in this way any mo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ore
(everything, everything)
Everything is fine
I don’t want to live in spite of it ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-all
When there is nothing on my mind

I don’t want to live in spite of it all
I don’t want to live in spite of it all
I don’t want to live in spite of it all
I don’t want to live in spite of it ah-ah-all
Lines

(comprised of mine and official lyrics from bandcamp)

Did a line off your chest and it made me feel better
When we were losing physicality and untethering ourselves
The fragile alpine freshness after sickness beckons
Where a song can naturally unfurl
Without the pain of hitting the shelves
Woah-oh, woah-oh

Leave a dusty trace of everything you do in your wake
Whoa-oh, woah-oh
A greying map of your activities and all of your mistakes
Whoa-oh
Don’t leave your troubled friend behind
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
I’ll know what to do when I’ve learned all my lines

There’s a lion in your chest and it makes you feel better
Like you’re regaining your virginity by commanding me to heal
Tell me I’m wrong again, tell me it’s wrong to skirt around reality,
I’ll never learn unless it’s more uncomfortable for me not to feel
Whoa-oh, woah-oh

Leave a dusty trace of everything you do in your wake
Woah-oh, woah-oh
A greying map of your activities and all of your mistakes
Woah-oh
Don’t leave your troubled friend behind
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
I’ll know what to do when I’ve learned all my lines

Now I’m lying on your chest and it makes me feel better
Now I’ve lost all my integrity these problems right themselves
And if a frenzy kicks about amidst the susurrus
A lonely editorial can never hurt and only time will tell
Woah-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-whoa
Woah-oh, oh-oh
Woah-oh, oh-oh


Faster

(comprised of mine and official bandcamp lyrics)



(Hurry, Quick 73x?)
(Hurry, Quick with Faster overlapping)
Faster(15x) fas-ter (decreases in speed until unrecognisable)
I’ll be back in my own time
You’ve got your reasoning and I’ve got mine
Bulldozing minds, problems unsolved
Working me faster and losing control

Anxious to please everyone there-air-air
Two distinct entities up in the air
Time on your hands, space in your head
Tear them apart and do nothing instead

There is a panic in the air,
The air responds by almost effortlessly liquefying
If you move faster everywhere
A crack appears around your head no moving, no complying

There is a panic in the air
A pillow pushed upon my face and then the day is dying
If you move faster everywhere
The day is gone, the day is gone

gaw-aw-aw-aw-awn
There is a panic in the air,
The air responds by almost effortlessly liquefying
If you move faster everywhere
A crack appears around your head no moving, no complying
There is a panic in the air,
A pillow pushed upon my face and then the day is dying
If you move faster everywhere
The day is gone
The day is gaw-aw-aw-awn

There is a panic in the air
The air responds by almost effortlessly liquefying
If you move faster everywhere
A crack appears around your head no moving, no complying
There is a panic in the air,
A pillow pushed upon my face and then the day is dying
If you move faster everywhere
The day is gone, the day is gone

Fiberglass Baby
adjusted lyrics in italics
(Original lyrics on bandcamp)

So you’ve had a nightmare, and a nightmare of such slow burning blood poison that you don’t even realise it’s a nightmare at first, the memories in your head chased the next night by the memories in your gut, like a physical grinding inside you, like something stuck to your stomach lining, like memories of what you ate that day or memories of girls that make the walls of your thudding muffled heart grow tight, hidden for years and greeting you at night and now you realise what nightmare it was even though at the time you thought it was fine. And that’s the part that troubles you most. It was fine at the time. Not a single switch flicked in your somniferous state to your usual paranoid reaction to such transparent hurt or hate or crime. No recognition that anyone in your prefrontal cortal phosphene sphere had made a mortal overstep of any major mark or crossed a line. It was totally fine at the time. And so again, your slowly overtaking subconscious takes you for a ride while you lie, dark, devoid of sight and sound, through the experiences of last night. Up from the ground where there stands your heir, a boy so pale the blood inside him makes him shimmer, translucent and afloat. And both of you bathed in amniotic light you kind of try communicating. But this is the future you’re referring to, a fantasy that fades and leaves you half aware in the half light, alone. You’re present now, and correct. You start walking, fast and mathematically perfect. Almost insect-like, but just ectomorphic and slightly panicked, unable to connect the fantasy you just experienced to your current predicament. You need to find your child, that’s the bottom line. But then in this crepuscular place it’s very hard to see the bottom of anything, much less get there without risk of landing in the thick of it. Light is dispersed and dies before conclusions can be made. And so you keep on wandering, and making your decisions based on half blind faith, and moving, where possible, away from shade.

This next bit seems fast-forwarded for you, as though observing it on tape and not being in there exploring toward this unknown cause, but safe to say, phantasmic coexisting frames of narrative aside, you wander for quite an extensive uneventful while, until every direction you decide to take, bearing in mind your almost phobic aversion to shade, has to be based on which is the less dark of the available sides. Eventually you find an open space awash with the same amniotic half light you began in, blinding now in the context of the last few hours, tentatively fumbling through passages barely lit at all, so you blink and let your pupils find their balance. And there’s your fiberglass baby, paint white and flaky in the air, tensile and watertight and every seamless ridge familiar to you with reeling clarity. The tiny pulse of something inside, keeping its unmoving inconclusive form alive for its selfish self and nothing more. You take it to your body as of habit. Clutch it. Let off small asbestos puffs from pressure applied to its opaque and dusty plaster body. It occurs to you that you don’t know where its head is. And you look for its face, try to find its eyes, but they’re nowhere to be seen, just constant soundless circular white. You rotate the baby in your hands, agitated, and uncertain which way is up until it slips from your inquisitive grip and hits the floor, frozen a split second after impact, and a hundred stony chunks skittery and chalk dry and terrifyingly unalive. Sinking resignedly down, you staring after it until it sails so far into the nighttime darkness, even this light can’t land upon its stark whiteness. And you’re left focusing on the black where it was, eyes as good as closed, lying in the dark where your memories left you, trailing off into a clean and relatively definite morning, overwriting last night’s excitement with present realities that may or may not soon need remembering, but overwritten or otherwise, hardwired into you are these feelings, the easily swallowed specifics of the story wrapped in something indigestible. A decaying clock that waits for you to reach next night’s carbon dark half life to take the time to tell you with a subverbal strike how unfine times can be. lying there still unopened watching imagined light dance geometric over your eyes and recalling how it hits a hundred sinking stones before they get forgotten by the darkness and you sleep.


Pipes (Ice Father Nation version)

Pipes

Vs. 1

The world is strange the world is strange

it’s all a game a shooting range

the apathy and empathy

psychology and therapy

and even if uneloquence

it’s all defined by sentiment

the information’s always there

it’s in your food and tangled in your hair

and I see the exoskeleton

it’s PVC or gelatin

or wood or lead or anything

the water mud or medicine

Ch. 1

so here’s a song about everything 

let me cut you open 

and explore the information

in the pipes that make a maze out of

your logical determinism

multi-vac? ‘cause everyone 

and everyone’s a circle in the ground

Vs. 2

There’s no emotion in my eyes

i’m just a robot in disguise

passion when it came to me

was more than sonic fallacy

and I can feel a torch on the back of my throat 

illuminating from behind and the words that I wrote

don’t trust me anymore I just don’t trust me anymore

Ch. 2 

and I will cut me open 

and explore the information

in the pipes that make a maze out of my

holistical logisticism

I am Hal and Hal is me and you are me and we are all together 

I am Hal and Hal is me and you are me and we are all together 



  • Pipes (Grizzi’s coffee version)

    Pipes lyrics (transcribed my Timothy Blakely and me):

    Pipes

    Vs. 1

    The world is strange the world is strange

    it’s all a game a shooting range

    the apathy and empathy

    psychology and therapy

    and even if uneloquence

    it all defies in sentiment

    the information’s always there

    it’s in your food and tangled in your hair

    and I see the exoskeleton

    it’s PVC or gelatin

    or wood or lead or anything

    the water mud or medicine

    Ch. 1

    so here’s a song about everything 

    let me cut it open 

    and explore the information

    in the pipes that make a maze out of

    logistical hollisticism

    pull me back ‘cause everyone 

    and everyone’s a circle in the ground

    Vs. 2

    Harbouring intangibly
    is everything we mean to me
    I’ll open up your heart in time
    if only I knew where to start
    The microscopes replace my eyes
    and everything it magnifies
    is something new
    that everywhere
    you’ve come to shine
    the atoms in the air
    and I see the refuge roaring in
    like a moving mannequin
    you couldn’t understand a thing inside
    but I could understand you if I tried
    and let me tell you
    I’ve tried and tried

    So let me cut you open 

    and explore the information

    in the pipes that make a maze out of

    your logical determinism

    I’m in back of everyone 

    and everyone’s a circle in the ground

    Vs. 2

    There’s no emotion in my eyes

    i’m just a robot in disguise

    passion when it came to me

    was more than sonic fallacy

    and I can feel a torch on the back of my throat 

    something eminating from behind and the words that I wrote

    don’t trust me anymore i just don’t trust me anymore

    Ch. 2 

    and I will cut me open 

    and explore the information

    in the pipes that make a maze out of my

    logical determinism

    I am Hal and Hal is me and you are me and we are all together 

    Oh, I am Hal and Hal is me and you are me and we are all together 

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