1. |
Casey Wrote
05:50
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Casey Wrote
Casey wrote
Words which only she could
I know it’s hard to believe
From the mouths of babes
Your own life on a page, handed to you
Yeah
Casey wrote
Just what she thought
And what you yourself found apt and true
So if she set out to deceive
It was only in the sense that you begged and needed her to
Yeah
You always thought that you would deal
If Casey wrote you out – but she kept you in:
When the judge says ‘You’re free to go’
And after a beat you say ‘No, I’m not free.
And if I walk through that door
Then you’ve thrown away the lock
And you've left me a useless key’
Then the character playing Casey says,
‘That’s what’s in the script
And that is what will be’
All the boys with their overdrives
Writing the new Loveless
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2. |
The Stars Are Real
03:19
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The Stars Are Real
Mary’s in the garden
Mary’s on the shore
Mary’s in the basement
She’s not really here at all
And you can’t buy my freedom
I can’t even sell my soul
But please send me something of you
Here inside these walls
Yeah
Mary’s not her real name
I’ll take that to my grave
She sure took it to hers babe
Wherever she is laid
And the stars are real my angel
But as distant as you my friend
To meet them, you’ve gotta be good
And to get there, you’ve gotta be dead
Yeah
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3. |
Red Gold Avenue
03:55
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Red Gold Avenue
Here’s the darkest corner of your cell
And here’s a tiny torch to lead you straight to hell
Lost upon the path that you did take
The rules you’re going to write, the ones you’re going to bend then break
On her red gold avenue
Almost afraid to leave
When you fell, your mother came
And your screams travelled on, off through the trees
Leaving you safe in her arms
Leaving you safe in her arms
No harm done
There’s never a reason in the end
There’s only what you’ve dreamt, there’s only what you’ve said
There is no exit here my friend
There’s only what you’ve done, there’s only what you meant
Which was?
On her red gold avenue
Almost afraid to breathe
I’ve grown tired of the sun now
And winter is the next place I’ll see
As you lay back down on me
Looking up through the trees
Looking up through the trees
What have I dreamt?
What have I said?
What have I done?
What have I meant?
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4. |
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Right Weapon in the Wrong Hands
I got a 72 V dub
And my friends call be Ted, bud
Now is the time to make plans
Got the right weapon in the wrong hands
I ain’t about to get stopped by
Sixteen Hail Marys
And ten Our Fathers
Spells don’t work on me
You must try harder
No priest or lawyer
No fucking teacher
No psychiatric assessment needed
I am alabaster, I am Concorde
I am the right weapon in the wrong hands
She was about to leave me
But I was just going out
I didn’t know the city
And it didn’t seem to recognise me
I want to buy a jet ski
And drive to a little lake
And sit on the shore all day
Thinking ‘now what?’
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5. |
Overalls
03:43
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Overalls
In your overalls, in your overalls
Walked in with a copy of Living in the Maniototo
Please return by April 1984
This is when it actually was fucking 1984
Way before the Arctic Monkeys, on the dancefloor
I bet you look good
In your overalls
Walked in with a faded copy of the George Orwell
Or Eric Blair to his friends, and I should say the same
Issued to one Janet Frame, well Dammit Janet
This shit’s gotta be worth something
This stuff’s gotta be good right?
This stuff’s gotta be good
In your overalls
Walked in with a first edition of Less than Zero, thought that you’d relate
Hey, that’s the final word of Othello
And after that there’s American Psycho
That’s right
The future is that mountain
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6. |
Speech
01:37
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Speech
And here we are in the same room again
And here we are in the same room again
And here we are in the same room again
And pretending, and pretending and pretending
And here we are in the same room again
And here we are in the same room again
And here we are in the same room again
And pretending, and pretending and pretending
And at the heart of it all stood the door
And at the heart of it all stood the door
As if we knew all along we walked right through
As if we knew all along we walked right through
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7. |
Photowall
02:43
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Photowall
Found you on the photowall
A shot from maybe three years ago
I don’t know why it makes me feel so alone
At night when the janitor has gone
With his polishing machine
I often think of your face, glass-bound in the dark
Then it’s back in the car
First thing in the morning
I’m the first to arrive
But I’m not alive
No, I am a ghost
It’s just nobody told me
When did I die?
Was I even born?
This is the end
And I am alone
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8. |
The Lord's Prayer
04:01
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The Lord’s Prayer
Found an old school song
You said ‘Fuck the Founding Fathers…
And forgive us…for what?
We weren’t even tempted…
And the evil you delivered
Wasn’t even that good’
If I was alone with you
I’d stop
Talking
Thy will be done
Thy will be done
Thy will be done
Here
And the Lord’s Prayer and I
And the Lord’s Prayer and I
And the Lord’s Prayer and I
Both say ‘as it is in heaven, give us this day’
Our
Our
Our
Our
Hour
Hour
Hour
If I was alone with you I’d stop
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9. |
Close Me Up
04:47
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Close Me Up
I was in a gravity trap in the office
Getting sucked down through a six foot hole in the floor
My desk going all transformer, gonna flip its lid
And come back as a pine box baby I’m sure
And you’re right there in the doorway and I know…
I know I can’t be dead because there won’t be no angels where I go
Perched on a heron leg you’re asking me now ‘Is this a memoir’
And I say ‘Baby no, not yet’
That would imply the end, looking back
I hear that round the way a lot these days and I say fuck that
In fact, just open it up, I think you’ll find
A pretty accurate transcription of every word you and I
Said, never said, meant to say, didn’t
Tried to get to carry a weight it just couldn’t
The only thing that keeps me alive is every time you walk away
You never once ever ever said goodbye
I think what I actually said was just something like
‘Just something I thought maybe you would like’
Jealousy killed the cat
Curiosity found out where the cat was at
And passed it on to jealousy
I don’t even know if the cat is a he or a she or The Cat in the Hat
Yeah, it’s still a catastrophe
Everyone in Othello needed to die, just in the reverse order
This is why I gave you a book of empty pages
The reason is you are the writer
The reason is you are the writer
The reason is you are the writer
OK, close me up
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10. |
Heartless Hinds
02:27
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Heartless Hinds
Catch a ride down on a snake from servant to slave
And all these ladders just lead to the rafters, babe
Thought of asking you for your blessing
But I confess, I’m a little risk averse these days
You said, that’s not a song, that’s a hand grenade written by a devil
I said, mix a metaphor like that again I’ll fucking walk
And all these cocksuckers who come knocking
Well, they’ll soon stop
And I’ll be with my own kind
This is my tribe
These are all my heartless hinds
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11. |
Wildflowers
05:43
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Wildflowers
There was a lot going on
And it was all a blur
Specsavers on Sunday
Thinking about the card I got Friday
Monday the last day, Tuesday night prizegiving
Envelope unopened
Another postponement
You had that whole Monet thing going on
With your printmaking
This handmade card with your name
And the writing on the inside
Which I can’t read
Doesn’t make the right sense to me
Blue field, blurred lines of wildflowers
They told me my glasses are still two weeks away
I know it’s supposed to be impressionist
And you spelt ‘wether’ wrong, no a and one h
The sweetest thing I’ve ever seen written by a goddess
So I hold the card at arm’s length
I can’t see
Hold it to my eyes and disappear in
Blue field, blurred lines of wildflowers
Still I can’t see
Try to read the words now
I can’t see
Blue field, blurred lines of wildflowers
My face is wet
Wildflowers
I can’t see
Wildflowers
And when I finally tell you
Your face is wet
And I can’t see
Blue field, blurred lines of wildflowers
My face is wet
I can’t see
Bronte, Heathcliff
Austen, Darcy
Your face is wet
I can’t see
Blue field, blurred lines of wildflowers
I can’t see
Bronte, Heathcliff
Austen, Darcy
Your face is wet
I can’t see
I can’t see
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