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Titanic
04:31
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Titanic
It was grief all the way
With painted smiles
Never a dull day
Dull would've been a step up
Back stabbing a duty
Boots 'n fists 'n spit
Cruelty from a beauty
Filled to the brim of my broken cup
Hey honey, Hey Cruella
I'm not leaving, don't you panic
Let's decorate the honeymoon suite
On the Titanic
What did I ever do?
To deserve your sort of hell?
Why did I ever smile at you?
Now my face can't remember how
You'd kill me if I walked away
So, I break my legs
Break my legs and stay
My back is bent and my head is bowed
Hey honey, Hey Cruella
I'm not leaving, don't you panic
Let's decorate the honeymoon suite
On the Titanic
This ship was bound to sink
An accident waiting to happen
We've pushed it all to the brink
And we're going down again
And again
And again
Hey honey, Hey Cruella
I’m not leaving, don't you panic
Let's decorate the honeymoon suite
On the good ship Titanic
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2. |
In Trouble
04:37
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In Trouble
Always been in trouble
Near enough to hold
Falling out of bed
Down into your soul
And if needs be I won't help you find
The freaky things on my mind
Always keep in trouble
Every old day
Panic's got a name
That's been sawn away
She says "I'm never gonna change"
So I'm done either way
Baby, don't know nothing
And will keep on having nothing
So don't change
When you're in trouble they're always gonna cut you dry
You can pick it up, you can cut it up
You can make it trouble
Watch the meter running as you do nothing about the stone
When you get in trouble gonna find yourself on your own
Always been in trouble
Ever since a child
They're some of the best times
Running, running wild
And if needs be I won't help you find
The freaky things on my mind
Always keep in trouble
Every old day
It'll never be the same
So run away
Because you're never gonna change
You're damned anyway
When you're in trouble they're always gonna cut you dry
You can pick it up, you can cut it up
You can make it trouble
Watch the meter running as you do nothing about the stone
When you get in trouble gonna find yourself on your own
Yeah
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3. |
Ever Onwards
03:10
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Ever Onwards
I wrote a novel in the sand
It was the work of genius
Twelve hours on
And it was gone
The tide calling impermanence
Tick tock, tick tock
The seconds stack up behind you
Tick tock, tick tock
Stacked up like a wall
Tick tock, tick tock
So the only thing that you can do
Is move forward, onwards
Minding futures call
I made a sculpture out of leaves
The best ever I'd seen
The wind came on
And it was gone
A fleeting moments dream
Nothing lasts forever
It's all just re-arranging
The pieces moved and moved again
Change itself is changing
I thought a thing today, of wonder
This thing I will not tell
And as I forget
It will be gone
Ever onwards as well
I haven't even said these words out loud
I haven't even said these words out loud
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The Buzz
Completely and utterly
Totally and literally
Movingly and perfectly
Lightly and only me
Possibly I'd rather be
Theoretically a bumblebee
If it was left up to me
Suitably you'd care for me
And I hold you baby
And I need you baby
And I love you baby
But mostly I just need to be me
Honey, I'm alive and we
Shouldn't be deprived and free
I desire so cautiously
That us is just a hive of we
Sugar! Why so sweet to me?
You got me babe, It's chemistry
Wax lyrical, buzz to me
Comb me baby, Swarm to me
It's what all the buzz is about.
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5. |
Who Are You, Girl?
03:42
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Who Are You, Girl?
We fall over and get hurt
We put in place an alert
I can stop the lover
Falling in to bother
When it happens once
Who are you girl?
Everybody makes mistakes
The higher love the higher stakes
Maybe that is something
When you have the one thing
More important than
Who are you girl?
Who are you?
Who are me?
You and whose
Army?
The fine line
The high time
Between sad and insane
Everybody can't agree
With what they thinks the best for me
I think I'll make it clear
I have myself an idea
For once we disagree
Who are you girl
Who are you?
It matters
The evening
In tatters
The fine line
The high time
Between sad and insane
It wasn't just a joke between friends
I won't be sticking around
To see how this ends
The Barmy
The looney
They see right
Right through me
But now we can just make up the truth
The fine line
The high time
Between sad and insane
Sad and insane
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6. |
The Anniversary
03:23
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The Anniversary
Walking to the rhythm of a different drum
Trying to make something out of nothing
Out of the sun
The band on the wind is the brand on the wind
There’s no sound as they sound you out
This is one story too many
Cut the knots you can’t untie
Shout out “hello, it’s the anniversary”
How we celebrate the time of year
Under the boogie bridge downtown
How we make use of the fair
Is it going to come to town again?
Will it come again?
I’ll be disappointed
Not just fucking
on the hall of mirrors
Cut the knots you can’t untie
Shout out “hello, it’s the anniversary”
Trying to make some sense of it one year on
Two years down the line
Three years find the years
Four years she calls
And six years of life
Was enough for me
In seven years we have to be free
Cut the knots you can’t untie.
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7. |
Splitting Wood
04:15
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Splitting Wood
I am coming home again
I am driving down the lane
You forgot the reason
Don’t forget the reason
You forgot the reason
That is Love
Splitting Wood
home is where the heart is why is my heart not at home
careful what you wish for or you’ll end up all alone
i’m alone with you and you are alone with me
holding hands together as we walk into the sea
I have been on holiday
I’ve found new places to stay
Forgetting the reason
About love
Splitting Wood
living by the sea and living on the sand
holding all my love I’m holding my heart in my hands
nothing is forever but a while would be nice
to walk in someones company who isn’t thinking twice
Maybe i'll be back for good
Maybe i don’t think I should
Splitting Wood
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8. |
The Kiss Of Death
05:04
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The Kiss Of Death
There ain't nothing gonna make you stop
There is no way you'll ever shut the shop
There is no way you're gonna wait until that wall is up
You can't back down if you can't back up
Little hands hold overflowing cup
There's no way you're gonna wait until the war is up
There 'aint nothing extraordinary about it
That's the kiss of death
There 'aint nothing extraordinary about it at all
Under Panda white blood shot eyes
Another slur is not a great surprise
Oh, To be ended by the worthy President Vacuum
Your fattened tits and your sluggish girth
Straddled all around the Planet Earth
You salivate upon the blondes and bombs
And sizeable things
I'm not even gonna worry about it
I'm not even gonna be stressed about it
You are nothing
It is over
Just a flash in the pan
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9. |
Near Life Experience
02:22
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Near Life Experience
Near Life
Near Life
Real life
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One Last One Before We Go
I’ve been so far away from home
I never dreamed I’d be alone
I never called you on the phone
I didn’t have the change
For a change
I guess the pennies finally dropped
That we’re something I am not
It’s like the land that time forgot
But it doesn’t mean
We’re history
Just last one last one before we go
Is this the time to stop?
I wouldn’t know,
Just one last one before we wake
And do it all again
There is a door we all walk through
But given choice I’d stay with you
If you’ll accept my kinda blue
Every other day
Just last one before we go
Is this the time to start again?
I think so,
Just one last one before we wake
And do it all again
We’ll do it all again
And better this time
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Dan Scoggins England, UK
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