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And so you were summoned
From nothing to this
And maybe we're done in
At sad strangers' whims
I wouldn't deny you
A pleasant escape
But this is not your day
A singular object
Just coaxed into life
You kept saying "not yet.
Just give me some time"
'cause nothing's as hopeless
As human disease
But now it's guaranteed
You're in for a world of misery,
Of misery
It appears to be that we always return to misery
Invisibly
Don't your tears agree? we're the feeble act at best.
We're grown and we groan now
At tedious jokes
Of sticking the day out
And "how do you cope?"
A capital interest
Committed to be
And unsurprisingly
So float into being,
Humanity's test
You'll keep on repeating,
And only forget
and chronic depression
Is how we align
So isn't it time?
I wouldn't wish living on anyone.
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2. |
A Modern Despair
00:44
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I'll take a modern disease, please.
I'll take the modern despair, yeah.
I'll take the one where we can't have fun and decision's up in the air.
With some of the sum of your spoonfed confidence, I'll take the boredom.
I'll take a modern despair, yeah.
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3. |
Growing Cold
03:24
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We set it up, from crutch to crutch, and is that enough?
Withstood another propped-up problem, torn and tough.
And through nothing much, we set it up; we said it, with sentiment's last credit.
Words of a pep talk played pathetic on the fraught.
And no-one asked you where you go,
And no-one else knew what you know. And we'll kick it,
But not until we're taken over.
No, not until your shadow's sold.
We took a hint, and the rest is up to autumn, and your version of the portrait growing cold.
You know it. You're growing cold now; You're growing older, coda sewn.
Before the certainty, a virgin curtain call.
Your endless summer's ended, forms an endless fall.
And in a sense, that inner sense won't fit in with innocents who did it.
Withstand another propped-up problem, oversold. Kick it.
But not until we're shaken sober.
No, not until your talent's old.
We took a hint, and the rest is up to autumn, and the way you hung the portrait, growing cold.
Dry as your skin is, trials unfinished. Gamble.
No, not until your shadow's stolen.
No, not until we're said and told.
We took a hint, got arrested by the autumn,
in the way you hung the portrait, growing perilous for your sake, and so cold.
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4. |
Give In
04:19
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It's fate vs. effort now
And wanting to fall
And drawing a line under it all.
We've taken the lesson now.
A warning is sold.
A naked depression act roll call.
We'll summon the lights
With someone to bide through
And some of the right consequence,
But there'll come a time
When they can't revive you.
I'm saying goodbye for then.
"Give in. Give in."
And flipping a coin - Resources on leave.
And flicking a switch is plenty to see.
And finding the fuse, I refuse.
Forsaken the present now,
A one in a sum.
I fake it to get around, so numb.
If you give in to this, is it more than you ever could miss?
If you give in to them, again and again and again and again and, uh,
If you give in today, all resources are taken away.
If you give in to this, give in.
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5. |
Receiver
02:30
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You lift the receiver.
You live to receive her.
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6. |
Last Sunday
03:34
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Laying in waste in the basement; Lying in wait 'til you show.
Any defacement replaced with shit that we already know.
Never found a higher distraction. Never got a moment of calm,
and Sunday will come.
Take as a given the symptom. Tailored to familiar woe: Oh.
Following a finer decision, prevision. Tolerate the kindness unsown.
Better than an endless repentance, sentiments only for show.
and Sunday will come.
and Sunday will come; that Sunday will come, Black Sunday will come, last Sunday will come, and Monday will not.
Rushed the endless corridor with lists of all I'm sorry for
I'm sorry for the message, not the meaning.
Bleed another bucketful, yr primadonna rabbit hole,
We justified our trust, defied, desertion.
Desperation panic calls; we're destined for this damage so
Just estimate the tragics until Sunday comes and drowns it all away.
Bleed another bucketful and plead away but fuckitall:
We always knew, I promised you, it's honoured. That Sunday will come.
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7. |
Awestruck in Neon
01:17
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To balance on yr fingertip
That lingering grip
I lost the way to learn you
And taken as a sponsorship
I sunk that ship
I'm cashing in and out and
A starstruck peon, awestruck in neon
We're not so far apart
With free refills and eerie thrills, we're not,
We're not so far apart now
To listen as a listener
But now to hear
But now to heal whatever
A certainty's atypical
Reciprocal like this could be forever
A starstruck peon, awestruck in neon
We're not so far apart
I used three wishes, moved capricious
We're not so far apart now,
To balance on yr fingertip.
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8. |
The Finder
01:15
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You had to be the finder; a casual reminder.
You had to take this, had to face this, only for the pain we can't explain.
There has to be a finder for each insipid ideal,
and, when a destiny takes the best of your guidance, kindness.
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9. |
Full Length Mirror
02:10
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[Take it out on yrself]
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10. |
By Your Word
03:31
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And it seemed so simple.
If we can't communicate, this shit's outtadate,
It doesn't tesselate; separate.
A tin foil tenacity hurried past me,
I'm still the last to see, passively.
If we can't communicate where pretty women love their children and
Men's opinions will always be heard
I was swimming all around you,
In the distance and by your word,
by your word, I was hurt
by your word, overinferred
If that's all it ever meant, chalk one up to sacrament,
Sacrilege testament's best intents.
'cause you're the one, says all the nonsense
taken on since in the wrong sense, I'm the bastard ever after
gotta laugh til you cry
on and on, sets up a license for lies and I'm nothing complex, I swear, I care.
and it seemed that simple where pretty women love their children and
Men's opinions will always be heard
I was swimming all around you
In the distance and by your word,
by your word, I was hurt
by your word, Overinferred you
well I took a second and I took a third
and I ask the question and best learn
and I never hear for I never heard, listen, never heard by your festering word, your word
I was hurt by your word
Overinferred you and your word
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11. |
Differing Birds
01:23
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And holden across eventide
as one resigns, another shines
Tomorrow's not for us tonight
If I could hold his dying light,
His only beginning,
It's only within,
to know a bird of the morning,
I am a bird of the night, a bird of the night.
A bird of the morning,
I am a bird of the night, a bird of the night.
A service is dawning.
I am a bird of the night,
and taking flight.
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12. |
But My Dignity
02:20
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Let it go; dropped it all when you stopped pretending.
A reticle to the radical; I'm already ready.
Go.
Here goes nothing but my dignity now.
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13. |
Arctangent
01:56
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14. |
One With The Dust
01:25
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Girl, I'm one with the dust, a gutter for trust,
You picked a graveyard daisy.
Earn yr anima lust,
You muster yr must; You have to reel it back to show,
And hardly gonna wait another day,
Rotting in the basement of decay.
I'm one with the dust.
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15. |
November Burnwood
03:31
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A curtain drawn; a fable. Antigone undone.
And we neglect to savour, 'til lower statures won.
The scratch of skin, we let them in, I
smell november burnwood
The taste is on you now
And I could never take you
My heart would not allow.
My heart would not allow.
Papillae, rings so bloodied, antipathy unbowed.
The misery is studied. We wear our guises out.
The stats are in: we let them win, I
smell November burnwood.
The taste is on you now.
And I could never take you there:
The hallow and the ground.
For we are merely tourists,
So rotten in this fall.
A souvenir I wish you won't hear,
The clamour is the call, in November come
November reign
and November go, won't go
November stay.
The taste is on you now.
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16. |
Think I'm Over It Now
01:40
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Never mind to reason why or question how;
Think I'm over it now.
Think I'm over it now.
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Absentine Newcastle Under Lyme, UK
Prior work papertruth.bandcamp.com
my tube: www.youtube.com/colintron
collab: atrophywife.bandcamp.com
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