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Into Tar
04:29
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A safe malaise, your saintly ways, your faint few days of something,
A certain knack can pull me back, the start/attack, a summoning,
And I will swallow into tar, and I will tear this all apart,
a part that always needed the girl; the girl will crush me.
To send sublime, and say in time, yr endocrine or surface,
Dependent on the said and done, the shortage as a surfeit.
Sorrow, merchant, I'll be servant: Glow where perfection gloams.
Hollow, fervent, so so worth it: Glow where perfection gloams
perfection gloams/and don't let her go.
The liquid line, o palatine, I will be thine, or so frayed,
To nearly cry is merely why, To lock into your suffering.
A tendency, this tenancy, ascendancy, a soulmate,
Or someone just to sum, adjust to sate, and say what's holy.
and I will follow down too far, and I will swallow into tar.
'cause this shit's complicated, and martyrs can't forsake it,
to ride that sorrow burden; it's all exertion, full immersion.
Sorrow merchant, I am servant. Glow where perfection gloams.
Follow further, sallow burden; Stolen some wretched whole.
Scratch the habit, now you've had it, know, wherever you go, perfection gloams.
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Exile on Saint St.
02:36
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Exiled, and all in style.
We used to walk this wall and I'll remember, dismember this tempter.
It cannot be today; tomorrow cowers in the shade.
And though these towers may remain, we lay estranged.
Will you still walk these walls, and I'll remember?
The footprints will last to fuck with your past,
This had to be done. (This had to be done.)
The footprints will last; get to fuck with your past.
This atrophy won. This had to be done.
This holiday's dumb.
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Yeah, you're in virtue; you're in love, and so old testament.
Beget to defer, a holy wont - you show 'em pestilence.
but C and I, we only come running for the dead end. The dead end.
Across a different resolve, let's say we're best of friends.
And if it's all you wholly want, well that's your best defence.
I beg to defy so we won't. Just coming for the dead end. The dead end.
Dead-end, dead-end, dead-end, dead-end. Hey:
Deadened, dead, ended and dead-end.
A family tree, a forest fire. We influence and we expire.
Eternity is unrequired. All penitence can't take this sire.
It's only me and you; it's all in what we mean and do,
and so we art and music and invent, just running for the dead end.
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Savage Reign
04:16
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And if we don't ever lose our passion, let it ring, let it sing on out
I wanna know which car I'll crash in, let me go, and go without
Right now seems hopeless, and maybe so if we sober out, like our remotion
in a savage rain of surface pain;
we only change; we're only heathen,
And so they say, it's all the same,
but tell me, don't we still got something?
And should we die, could we die at the height of fashion, a little victory renown?
See the wise guys' lies, treading unattachment, it's too big to be cast out.
Paraphernalia, such an alienated coup, but who could blame you?
Don't we got that something?
It's prescribed shit, the size to fit all doesn't fit, it never did, and make your own; make yourself. Make yourself a self, a home now, like no-one else can.
And so it's fake, the savage reign. The big mistake, the time we take is over,
Rated, hated, vaccilated, dilletantes who've seen you naked,
Belated-fated, inundated, don't we still got something, fucker?
Glaikit, slake it, sake and stake it, kinda doubt we'll ever make it,
Menacing the unrelated, the everyday profane under a savage rain:
We only change. We're only heathen. Got that something, something true.
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March of 2001
04:49
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In 2001, as we marched on, how quickly this took us apart.
An affinity struck in a snowstorm, but lenity cracked, set us back disheartened,
Were we worthy of more than a missed connection?
Shards of your beauty in my skin shine/shining as the duty our best hope lies/dies in
And if we stood in glass, watch a last ebb falter. Do you recognise me better at arm's length?
The beginning of March, a procession when illness was only the search.
In 2001, emergent song, as the realest survival, a merciful hurt.
Would redemption afford us a passing glimpse as
Shards of another horizon, there to reassemble and be relied on:
A cathedral in glass as a last ebb faltered. Do you recognise the beginning of sense?
as he will rape your naive faith and take contingency away,
watch for the torchlight; remember it's near
and what cannot be any more reverbs in relics of before
and in your foresight, in all you hold out, dear mercy.
Martyr down. Martyr down, do you recognise me better at arm's length?
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The Desperation Show
02:14
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It's there, our prime resource, as renewable as patience.
Recentre your remorses: Don't let the desperation show, show.
Don't let it show, show. Don't let it show, show.
Don't let it show, show (the desperation).
What might not be your motive will be your ruination;
Before we get impulsive, Don't let the desperation show, show.
don't let it show, show. Don't let it show, show.
Don't let it show, show, show; ikuzo:
It's honest but unsexy, dishonoured anorexy,
as you nourish at the dead sea, asymptotic wit's end,
Know it's time to withstand another one:
Show, show. Don't let it show, show.
Don't let it show, show. Don't let it show, show (the desperation)
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7. |
Queen Asphyxiation
05:10
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A pact, our bags and any other way.
We said it's all today. A cynic would have stayed.
The rags, the rags, I couldn't love you less,
And ready for the test; I couldn't love you less.
And is it told in your eyes?
In physical ideals that guide us now:
My queen, asphyxiation queen, my asphyxiation.
Tell them what they want to hear; it's only when we're falling.
My queen Asphyxiation, queen my asphyxiation.
Tell them not to complicate the gentle way we dissipate(d).
I stacked the odds, and evens might remain,
To realign your game if we all sell the same.
A pact, our bags and any other way.
A subtle soreness stained. We said it all today.
A miracle in your eyes,
I couldn't love you less, I couldn't love you less,
and ready for the test, I couldn't love you less.
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It's one scenario I'd rather wasn't so familiar, but I'm here 'til you
Pick up that telephone and drop that past-it-all persona:
We've got a lot of dirt to sift through here,
And some times get so awful that you just resort to four chords,
Somewhere between pop punk and emotional post-hardcore.
With ever-afters as benefactors,
and then your back turned, once again,
We sowed forewarnings since mundane mourning,
and now our story's severance is a funeral for a friend.
Will no-one ever know the stolen, broken home we're given, the trial by scissors?
To be discarded and to beatmatch cardioidal rhythms.
Beneath unlawful bloodshed, bathroom tears,
And some times are so awful, that you reach out for those four chords.
"Friend" rhymes with "end". "Friend" rhymes with "end".
"Friend" rhymes with "end". It's got the same sound at the end.
"Friend" ends with "end". F R I end: That's how you spell it.
The I's silent, and every Anglophonic lyricist has probably rhymed "friend" with "end".
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9. |
Dirty Crown
03:15
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With thirty down, yr dirty crown, and dutybound to a birthplace town,
A pride, a fall, a silent call, you died before you're young.
What's more to take another bow? Taste the dirty crown.
and when they've seen what has to be, the bastard sheen, one last killscreen.
An elegy to energy, an allergy too allegorical.
What's more to face another round? Taste the dirty pathogens that wring your vices proud.
What's more to take another bow? Taste the dirty crown.
To realign and penalise, or scream inside this metre's rhymes,
The taxi lights that pass you by will just remind it's not your time again.
What's more to take another bow? Taste the dirty crown.
Athirst to drown, accursed ground, we hurt ourselves with bursts of doubt,
A coarse correction, this neglect, we disconnect, object to permanence.
What's more to face another round? Taste the dirty pathogens that wring your vices proud.
What's more to fake a nervous vow? Fate's perverted arrogance; the past is further now.
Once more to take another bow: Taste the dirty crown.
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In someone's victim is a flickered fight, unrestricted, would burn up bright but
In tethered shelter, he's unignited, and never without yr scrutiny. uh-uh.
If supervision made an oversight, once a season there's an open night now
To let a flitting fledgeling's fleeting flight now but never without yr scrutiny, wow.
Second son of the A-bomb, wow. Blessed with magic depression, ow.
Say you'll answer to no-one: Give me time and give me space, man.
Some ambition, in secret writing. Crammed in fissures, a seek-and-finding.
Sad volition, it's all inside to feel better without yr scrutiny. Uh-huh.
Worlds are opened as a dead-of-night thing, graduation beyond horizons.
So let's take on the great outside: it is better without yr scrutiny (not now...) now.
Said I'll answer to no-one now; is the panic a lesson? Uhh...
Or are we done with creation? Give me time and give me space, man.
Give me space. Just give me space (and also time).
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11. |
(Let's) Fallen Love
03:18
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Take the forbidden, the unforgiven,
Where every stain on a family name has a beaten heart.
The unconsoled, beyond control,
And maybe you just can't carry on but you just can start.
And if you're willing to fail in love,
One more scar could hardly show through,
Let's fallen love again.
And if you never receive enough,
Giving's all the present gave you,
Let's fallen love, pretend.
Your trailing chains, your ailing veins,
And all we've done and the come undone and the wisdom found.
Do it again, or do we pretend,
When the siren's on, and the signal's strong and it rings so loud.
You won't need your certainties, you won't need your doubts.
A casual convergency, learn to know without. Without.
And if you're ready to fall for love,
Let's fallen love, a crestfallen love,
(Test or resolve, best singles of)
Wrestle for trust: that's all we've got.
best hurry up: Pretend.
Do we pretend? Do we pretend?
Do we pretend? The fallen.
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12. |
The Neverend
04:09
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Yeah, but weren't we everchasing completion
To respect the death mission we held,
You got it wrong: you're living on the neverend.
All the torture and the turmoil and tension,
Yeah, they all replay and stay and lament.
We're in and done. Your life is on the neverend.
Neverend; if you're pursuing a meaning,
Neverend; it's only you in a frame,
We did it wrong, you're living on, the neverend.
Indefinity embraces your meaning,
Indeterminate, deficient and stale.
We never talk. We're running from the neverend.
So just say that there's a secondary flight path.
Something out of here that wouldn't come back.
The game is won; your life is on the neverend.
Come forth, comfort in inexistence
unexist and come forth, sanctuary from the neverend.
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13. |
I Come To Die
04:18
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And drawing near, your fetish and your fear.
In sin sincere, reluctance just a reverie, dust and memory.
Tears, the tears that you held dear, we'll sell as love,
as there is nothing above, there is nothing above us.
If you wander by on the sadder side, you wanna try the undefined?
I come to die I come to die I come to die I come to die
You wonder why you're so enticed; you can't decry this absentine.
I come to die I come to die I come to die I come to die
[Once undermined, undone, denied,] I come to die.
And so we've seen, it's always all in scene,
And unreprieved, to trust this dust and memory, just a reverie.
And help me under: stand. You left the best of you in the vestibule,
And there's right and wrong, and there's rock and roll, c'mon.
I've been a bad boy but a good girl: Take a left-hand marathon and
something in the way you thrill me is and was and always will be.
With abundant abandon, echoes of youth's eulogy sing "we could not assimilate here":
we cannot assimilate here.
If you wander by on the sadder side, an unconfined mess, come inside:
I come to die I come to die I come to die I come to die
You shed your pride, post-suicidal and entwined to coincide:
I come to die I come to die I come to die I come to die
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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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