1. |
Plastic Gin
06:38
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You have a butter stain on my sheets
Oh democracy!
You asked me if I wanted to see
I said thank you and please
You took me out of your cage
Just to play with me
You cooperated
Just to placate me
We went dancing down to the beach
Twirled round those old palm trees
We drank plastic gin and saltwater sea
A whole ocean of blue collapses in on me
I wasn’t safe
I gave it all away
You looked at me through the tree branches
Competitively
Tugged at my sleeve and teased me
You didn’t mean it
You felt the cold chest of my lover
I refuse see
You are a brother
To me
We stayed in, held ransom by the wind
Chilled bones underneath your skin
We drank plastic gin and stayed awake just listening
To a soundless violence, a recent hymn
I am not safe
I gave it all away
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2. |
I Can't Row for Two
04:37
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Someday I'll take you on a boat away to peace
We will sit and dine there in peace
But tell me when will you take my hand and say
'I can row for two'
Sometimes I need to sit and breathe and find some peace
Rarely do I understand what it is I seek
And I tongue my cheeks and clench my teeth
And I can't row for two
For there's three snakes in the pond lying alone
Breathless and yawning I just run on home
And I tongue my cheeks and clench my teeth
Waiting for my peace
For if I am to lie at night
Throw sunlight out my head
And if we are to dine tonight
I hope we can breathe free
Someday I'll take you on a boat away to peace
We will sit and dine there in peace
But tell me when will you take my hand and say
'I can row for two'
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3. |
French Kiss Lessons
04:43
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The shriek of the thunder, the shrill whining moan
On the wind as I drift from home
Something under my bed at night
Shuffle of the flower-boards and the creek of the mice
Only count to ten and see what I get
Nothing but darkness filling my eyes again
Wind keeps a-howlin', rain patters down
Patterns swirl of ebony curls as sleep pats me down
I’ll leech on the water, feed on the flesh
Listen to the clouds and see what I can get
The answer is zero, unthinkable
The unnamable nothingness, unknown
'Cause I choose the left path, slight askew
I choose to listen to the crowd and not to you
I look at the background, away from the light
I cook my thoughts away from the embers tonight
Hey that’s me over there in the dark
Sneaking around, touching the ground, putting soil into parts
Like grains of sand I only think I can count
There’s a twist in here which I shan’t recount
Solid gold in my nose dropping every hour
I'm gonna plug it up and howl
What’s the point in metaphor if there’s nothing that it’s doing for
If I had the answer then I’d stop all this push and pull back and forth
French kiss lessons from my neighbour the crook
Taught me how to learn without no books
I grew up on the ocean, sea legs and all
I learnt to be focused in classroom halls
I been a player, swinging it around
Bathroom stalls and cocaine dolls keep me safe and sound
Im pretty much nothing but empty and sane
How sad is it for me to think that I’m just ok!
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4. |
Untitled (Head Film)
03:02
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Birds they sing outside my window when the light is alive
And heaven abounds along a blanket yellow sky
And the green grass across the ground brings fire to my eyes
And the morning succumbs to a dull stale moonlit night
And my feet are all twisted in tight leather shoes
And ‘neath my rib I feel a pain that subdues
And my blues are akin to those felt knelt at a pew
And my guilt is as unending as my thinking of you
So I do what I do
And try and make it make some sense
And I make something new
So I may have anything
To sit with and deal with and open up my in
Bring out my being
Start to breathe again
And the cold breeze is crisp like it just left the sea
Against my face it hits as I skip in luxury
Of all the tall fields and bright steel it’s my dichotomy
And I sink into rye sleep, it just swallows me
Well the thousand sounds of broken summer take their place
And the thousand sands that I may count, I make no mistake
As I put them into parts, resting order so fake
They are infinite, timeless, and never just stay
So I do what I do
And try to make it make some sense
And I make something new
So I may have anything
To sit with and deal with and open up my in
Bring out my being
Start to breathe again
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5. |
Start to Breathe Again
03:57
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Birds they sing outside my window when the light is alive
And heaven abounds along a blanket yellow sky
And the green grass across the ground brings fire to my eyes
And the morning succumbs to a dull stale moonlit night
And my feet are all twisted in tight leather shoes
And ‘neath my rib I feel a pain that subdues
And my blues are akin to those felt knelt at a pew
And my guilt is as unending as my thinking of you
So I do what I do
And try and make it make some sense
And I make something new
So I may have anything
To sit with and deal with and open up my in
Bring out my being
Start to breathe again
And the cold breeze is crisp like it just left the sea
Against my face it hits as I skip in luxury
Of all the tall fields and bright steel it’s my dichotomy
And I sink into rye sleep, it just swallows me
Well the thousand sounds of broken summer take their place
And the thousand sands that I may count, I make no mistake
As I put them into parts, resting order so fake
They are infinite, timeless, and never just stay
So I do what I do
And try to make it make some sense
And I make something new
So I may have anything
To sit with and deal with and open up my in
Bring out my being
Start to breathe again
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6. |
Underneath a Shady Tree
05:46
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To finally be tired
And not bored
Sirens ringing outside
The open door
Letting in the light
And no more
Understanding life
Is not meant to be adored
Adoration leads to nothingness
Adored for its own retreat
Or for its bruising heat
Or for its deft defeat
I’ll stay free
Chained to thee
Underneath a shady tree
And if I was alone
Within
Would I find my soul arising
To bring in
Any other way
To live?
Or is it simply bound
To this?
Adoration leads to emptiness
Adored for my own defeat
Or for my resting feet
Or for my deft retreat
I’ll stay free
Chained to thee
Underneath a shady tree
I’m wont to be
Underneath
Parted soil one with me
How about rest?
The light that seems to guide every step out of purgatory
Shallow at my best?
Succumbing to hounds of life around my story
Friendly is a sin?
I cannot allow myself to walk more freely
So I take off my shoes, and suffer pain and gory, bloody freedom-glory
Listen to your friends
Listen to the neighbour of your baleful illness
Look inside the manger
Look inside your head for your own playset-story
Touch the face as wind
Touch the hand of something that might be touch only.
Penelope’s in danger
Give yourself to something that won’t be forgiven.
I’m on ice
(Just waiting for the moment)
Soon I die
(But take me to that place rather than to be alive)
I’d like to be alone
Don’t keep talking right now
When there’s something happening
Down within there, look down!
There’s a light a-flickering
Someone inside needs you
Someone take themselves down
A leap of faith may help you
Or move your body out
I’m underground
I’m on ice
(Just waiting for the moment)
Soon I die
(But take me to that place rather than to be alive)
I’d like to be alone
Down within I see out
Crowded faces all around
Drips of water coming down
Darkness abound
Too far to make out
Don’t come down
Move your body round
I’m underground
I’m on ice
Soon I die
I’d like to be alone
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Stayed awake to look after me
Sad and sick, struggling to breathe
Stroked my hair and kissed me
Tight in your arms
But now I rarely sleep
And I still get sick
All alone these whispers
Come into bed
Like you may say
‘I’m coming back home’
I wake up to sweat
And the singing birds
It’s how it goes, we all end up alone
It’s not what I think, but it’s comfortable
Left a note the morning you left
Said ‘when your older you’ll know what I meant’
To this day I can’t remember what you said
But it don’t bother me
So I just hear it
Again and again
Chose a charlatan
To stroke my neck
But then all I feel
Is a cold, grey black
Does it feel like you're going home
When you’re not coming back?
When she smiles it feels just like you
Maybe one day I’ll feel something new
Till then I hold you close
Smother my head
Drowning my thoughts
Under innocence
You were young back then
You were shining bright
That’s the only thought
I won’t ever fight
Well I guess I don’t think that much of you
It was long ago, it was insignificant
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8. |
Untitled 2 (Head Film)
02:08
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9. |
Shaky
02:21
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I'm feeling pretty shaky
Really fucking shaky
I get lost in your dark pools of chocolate
And in there hides me
What a brilliant hiding place!
Still, I'm feeling pretty fucking shaky
I'm feeling pretty shaky
A little blue today, kinda hazy
I get lost in your heavy orange curls
When I'm deep in the frost
What a brilliant hiding place!
Still, I'm feeling pretty fucking shaky
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BW Johnson London, UK
25 year old musician not from London, making music and such.
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