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Coronation
03:27
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Say You See Why So
08:50
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02. Say You See Why So
Did we settle this with riffs and words that meant the world to us? See how we run? Arent we two blind mice? Heres the words I never said since your teary dismay. See how you run as you cry from my driveway. Youve said what youve said now let me, let me go home. And youve done what youve done now let me, let me move on. Please let me go. Well, private school boys, we never gave a shit about anyone else. Well, private school boys, will kiss to thrill then kick till theres nothing left. Ill hold my breath, I will not speak of her again unless... she speaks about me first, I guess, but girls like her set traps for boys like me. Give me an inch, Ill take a mile. And yeah youre right, youre always right but right or wrong you loved me either way. Give me an inch, Ill take a mile. We were the liars, manipulative to reveal who cared less, who cried least, we both know that was me. We were the liars, manipulative to reveal who cared less, who cried least, we both know that was me. Hats off to the arguments that end, yeah youre right but so am I girl. Then fade to black, thats all we ever said. Hats off to the protocol of hug and kiss, fuck then sleep well. And are you on the phone? Because my signals engaged. With all cards down, well Im nothing more than that. A signal misread by your fucking ignorance. Yeah go on and blame her, is this all you have to argue? For her failure to see you as that fuckwit we all know. This is all your mistake. And are you electrified? While the other is false and a lie. Im done with this modern morality, I failed to kickstart my body alive, Im fucking drained of anything more real than a bed to lie in and another day to merely exist. Im tired of being dependable. You know this. Im sick of lost ability. You know this. Disguised in ignorance. Broken mid symphony. Blessed by the curse. You know what Ill do to you? You know this. We are alive! Im never coming back. Say you see why so! So long to the home we built in our heads held high but down and out. And so long to the family we were meant to raise your glass to the memories well never have again. So long to the home we built. So long to the family with this life changing call to arms. Im not an author who hides his true face on a learning curve that I needed to create. Its not a comfort and nor a disguise as you turned bearing that gestalt uh oh no. So leave now, take your learning curve and take that last drive with uh oh no. Welcome to the male inconsistence, the kosher resistance with the girl bearing uh oh no. Well there you go, heres the song that I promised be it one sided and remote. But at least I found a medium for it so Ill just say sorry its not face to face so you can take it or leave it and I... And Ill feel better when Im vomiting and disgraced by the memories of guilt. Ill feel better when the hangman says well punish you for this crime. Ill feel better when they bury me in a shallow grave thats unmarked. And Ill feel better when the next girl says fuck off and die alone.
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Swarming
09:58
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03. Swarming
Theyre swarming, theyre swarming like Valkyries on Valhalla. Theyre swarming, theyre swarming as your body lays there complete! Oh we are! The truest of the vile. The sleeping swarm buried in the past. Sex is fucking us. And old resolve is buried in the past. When all we know will carry love alone. And old resolve is buried in the past. When all we know will carry love alone be it beautiful or false. Cut it out, cut it out. Creating fictitious fantasies deemed as the right of passage by our father figures who bought too highly into reflections of the young adult. Well figure it out, well figure it out, well stay together, well stay together. Well work it out, well work it out, well sleep together, well sleep together. And you think Ill never change? Even though I sleep alone? While your getting leveled on your back with the self serving touch of man. Well figure it out, well figure it out, well stay together, well stay together. Well work it out, well work it out, well stay together, well stay together. And were dead from the midnight success. And were dead from the bleakest carnal sin. So turn the light out on the nightstand to make loveless men believe! That vacant bodies through the next door will not hear the friction hips! You found the right man on the wrong bed, paralyzed by who was last! Well here he is and full of confidence because I know I broke your heart! Yeah get me back, its only fair, by fucking the memory of me out. Yeah thats a man, but wheres the history? In the end who really cares? And thats my flag on the tallest mountain! And thats my mark on the oldest friend. Divide the divine (we are the Golden Sky Men). You didnt see her blood because she bled on the inside. Are you content? Old resolve is dead!
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What Would Don Juan Say?
05:24
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04. What would Don Juan say?
As much as it hurts to taint this stereo with complaints but hear me out. Although youve heard it all before, yeah youve heard this all before. Oh shit, misdirection on a tangent played out I know. Oh shit, misdirection. And well keep doing it as much as it hurts. Oh the symptoms are coming back on sad old me. And the sisters keep coming back to sad old me. Well heres a tale about a boy whos six foot four and far from a man. He burdens himself with the retribution he never received. So to make it up he fights on behalf of the girls who helped him believe that hes still alright to love. They will say to him most casually, we dont need your help. Well of course you dont but I need someone to fight for as well. We are walking on sunshine! To be blessed with the fortunate trouble free existence we lead. We are walking on sunshine! But well kick that gift horse right in the mouth. Well Ive lied and cried to ask... Do skeletons eat their bones? No! Do we stop after emphatic defeat? No! What would Don Juan say? No! Then why are we killing ourselves to love? We built a ship, a ship to sink. Submerged in abyss of hopeless hearts. We cant drown now, we cant drown now. Elevate me! Implode me! So say farewell to the morning light that once shone brightly upon the romantics. Good morning, good night to the good fight for harmony. That impossible step to escape this infinity. So say farewell to the morning light that once shone brightly upon the romantics. Good morning, good night to the brilliant horizon. A flicker in the flame, of the cruellest infinity.
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Ruination
01:33
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Chilson
07:01
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06. Chilson
Open that bottle, send the cork across the sky. Through irrelevant celebrations like a friend leaving us behind. To take our mind off the suffocating loss of dependence we relied on for 22 somber years. Im done with this girl with her mouth open wide like the clowns we pumped coins in to move side to side. Are you on the edge of your seat for me? Im done with this boy who thinks hes all I have, but Ill kiss him tonight incase Im still unsure. Because thats true I guess...at least for tonight. And there is love! There is beauty! They exist but removed from the boy with no heart. That aside there is trust. Theres rapport and the oblation of being content. The road is long and Im afraid. The moon is out on Saint Dwynwen. Day, night, on false ways home. Well its too late for regrets and Im afraid of heights but Ill ride that ferris wheel if it means well kiss. The brightest full moon above the darkest planet. A visual metaphor that screams to me. Get back on track and stop being a coward. Get back on track and stop being a failure. Get back on track and stop being that bookmark of the person you told yourself to never become. I miss my family and I miss my home. I miss that kiss of my mother and her words youll be who you want. I miss internally what everyone has. I miss that publicans ghost, so proud of me, saying just let go.
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07. Long Grows the List of the Live and Dead Pretenders
He needs help with his social conflictions made simple by the boy with no heart! He needs a purpose so roll your eyes here comes the picture we drew. He needs a part, he needs love. He needs confidence, trust, grief and a home. He wants tragedy, he wants the post cum epiphany. Constrictors come join us in song! Did I make entropy rife between lovers, family and home? Well I, I, Ive got confetti all over myself. Did I drop the third person act to show you how real I can be? Well I, I, Ive never been real in my life. Killed by lust and the call for better social conditions. Oh bludgeoned Firefly, I could not save your life to illuminate the night and show the pathway home. So with no guiding light Ill take refuge in this cold cityscape. Then well throw a party but only orphans are welcome! Well drink a bottle of wine to get drunk then head back to the shelter! And well need no one else, well raise these families of our own. On our own! On our own! Well raise that union flag alone. Schooled in the private system. Publicans are paid to listen. So he sings in the loneliest hotels hallways pretending they were his. Break, bind, heal and separate. One from romantics and two from idealists who signify all that I weigh. All that I weigh in worth as a father, a sibling, a son. By request of the old man that his body never lay out of ear shot of the towns bells. And through his words passed on at his funeral, if it does, dig me up and burn me. Burn it all and together well torch this portside town alive. Burn it down. With those ashes well make testament to the orphans. If they sing liberal chants and send you broke then nephew burn it down. If they sing stockade songs along the dock then nephew dig me up. Well scream so loud you wont hear those fucking bells. Ill dig you up myself and fill that empty space. Long grows the list of the live and dead pretenders who could not see the world as a purpose without fate. So thats us for now. Thoroughly dead and buried neck deep in guilt with heads held high. I did not say a word because it hurts to sleep. Awake as the same disgrace you always were cause it hurts to feel. And this dynasty of repeated verse will destroy us first. Well thats where it ends. The destruction of love, life and home on a recording I cant afford. Learning to walk with one foot in front of the other. Goodbye from the depths of my Fremantle heart.
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