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Heat Haze in Lamlash
02:57
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We don't talk a lot
You try and change my mind
While you feed the fire
A mindful walk along
The Ayrshire coast we crave
Gone down to the wire
Cos you still seem torn apart in Lamlash
Underneath the waveforms the decades float along
But you can hardly see the sunset, you're on red alert, in Lamlash
Underneath the moonlight I knew you were right
When I saw you smile through the heat haze
I've got years on you
And you will trust in time
Don't dull your senses
I don't mean to give chapter and verse
But you could be something else
The future is all unwritten yet in Lamlash
Underneath the waveforms the decades float along
But I'm still torn
Paralysis of the lips in Lamlash
Underneath the light so strange it's hard to change
When it all looks right through the heat haze
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2. |
The Fluke
03:32
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This must be a fluke it's too good
You're crimson, you're thiamine
A long, wild addiction
But I cringe so hard when you ape my style
You can write me right now
Wax lyrical, I'm yours
You can corner me right now
Here at Arthur's seat, I'm yours
You vibrate through my bones when I'm bleary
When you're touch seems so strange
You're a masterpiece in shorthand
Pariah by proxy but my heart won't melt
You can write me right now
Wax lyrical, I'm yours
You can corner me right now
At the Grand Canal, I'm yours
I kinda like you right now
Light the candle, blush, I'm yours
And we could couple up right now
At the Parthenon, I'm yours
Dopamine/you know I'll never make a fuss/you hit me like a sucker punch
You're in-between/say what you mean
I've never met anyone like you/I crave the things I hate about you/I lose my train of thought around you
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3. |
Elephant Tongue
03:22
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There's a weakness there
No, it's a call to arms, I'll fall for my own charms
You said I can't have fun
You've got an elephant tongue, I'll bite my own thumb
The Grand Platz is covered in glass
We veered off track then we doubled back
I never know what you think, you thought
You're a selfish slur
But now your face is a blur, face is a pure blur, your eyes off centre
You know we can't return
You're like a chemical burn
The Bruges mist saddened your eyes
Cherry beer for the atmosphere
At midnight it didn't feel right
But your skin feels soft
But I love your eloquent tongue
Wanna hear the sound we become
When we're not fingers and thumbs
By the canal in the sun
You're breathing air in my lungs
Eloquent tongue, elephant tongue, it's our love to spurn by the Dutch border turn
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4. |
Rose Thorn
02:39
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We watched 'Vertigo'
You fell asleep then I walked you home
But still, you keep me forlorn
When will you come back
You drink coffee black
But we're dead and gone
Instincts so wrong
You let your hair grow long
A prologue, prolonged
Got pricked by a rose thorn
We trade pheromones
And you left some stuff inside my drawer
But we got trapped in a ghost-note, in an anecdote that's stuck in my throat
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5. |
Francois' White Dove
03:40
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You told me once
I prefer the both of us in polaroids
Those scenes I love, the feather from the whitest dove
But I'll go insane
In my own refrain
Francois, I'm fucked
I've dreamt too much, I'm out of luck
It's too grandiose, I fawn atop my fainting couch
And my own refrain
Can't numb the pain
You're loveless
Trapped in the picturesque
Rewind now you fool
Figure it out or don't bother me again, don't write me anything, go hide inside a footnote
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Meet me at the carousel
Dizzy now, held a dream in my hand
Knock-back amnesiac
Then all of our words fell off the edge of the map
Spiral/we sketched out the scenery/kill the lights
Lovestruck/we both want so much more
We'll stay up and talk like we're on the cusp
Walking past the lemon tree
Why can't you write a song about me?
Knock-back amnesiac
Are you lost in thought or have I lost the plot?
An error in continuity/I resist
Love-shy/jump cut/mea-culpa/luck
Let's stay up now we're talking off the cuff
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7. |
Ad Nauseam
02:21
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You wrote it all down wrong
In diagonal lines you're trying to hide your crimes
But did it all go wrong?
Fake, fake nerves or miles from the Midas touch
It's such a gamble now
To find you falling for me
You break the fourth wall now
Where did it all go wrong?
A mannequin, a talent so paper thin
While you sing along
You slowly suck, suck marrow from bone
It's such a gamble now
You love to play lonely
You break the fourth wall now
The cold comfort zone
The plebiscite didn't feel right
But I want to feel something else
And then you said
Call me up I will call your bluff
Has your right brain finally had enough?
Or will you sing it again ad nauseum?
Then write it again ad nauseum?
Round and round ad nauseum
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8. |
Major Minor Miracle
03:17
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Crawl past the crosshairs you pish take paradox
You keep leaving me unaware honeybear/it's so hard to bear
I'll scrap another
This haiku just won't do
Got no syllables left for you/you turn the screw
Turn the world askew/well out of view/i'll never get my head around you
We could be dead by Summer
The coral reef was one huge step too far
Your love it pulled me under
I've never been an anecdote
You're the words I can't misquote
Sometimes there's no hope
I mope, you're my go-to trope
Watch me milk it through a tape-delay
Stop the bleeding turn the tourniquet
I'll always say you're my best cliche
I thought you did care but now what you said I swear
It's a major minor miracle I'm still lyrical
And on the third repeat
So indiscreet
Don't dream of me when you're asleep
And fuck your Indian Summer
A souvenir of sunshine seems sub-rationale
I wish we died that Summer
Cos there's no way to leave you
Yeah I still miss that kiss
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9. |
Dopamine
03:04
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The last word
The dopamine/you're the dope I mean
Trust me
A tussle to trade tragedies
You're gonna ruin me
It's so lonely loving you
You're a bone spur
Are you even on my side
Temper/our tempers won't temper
Forget me
The ampersand and the amber sky
Hate me
Hate the very thought of me
Burn the polaroids
Scowl the apple of your eye
But, did you want it to die?
The crippled orchids, the bell making a sound
The last word
The dopamine/you're the dope I mean
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10. |
The Empty Gesture
03:19
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The talking stopped, the penny dropped, I'm leaving
In dead air, I melt into a mood swing, so still
Our symmetry, interned in an instinct
We overshare
I hate the way we laugh it all off
But there's a brief pause at least
So far away from sentiment we stray
Then we hang up our tired, old empty gestures
And walk around
Hands clasped, disconnection
Fast twitch, full glitch
But you're a paragon of style
Did you expect me to say virtue?
But there's a brief pause at least
This parody so farcical to me
Frame this hideous glance of yourself to admire
But in the brief pause at least
We'll stay cocooned and ignore it for a while
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