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Bad Day In Blackrock
04:35
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(Never start anything with a description of the weather)
It was a dark and stormy night and the rain came down in torrents
And a farmer said to his son Jack "Jack? Jaaack?!
Never pay VAT, USC or KGB my son
Never build a workhorse you can't outrun
The centre can't hold a candle -stick
Last one stuck hits the light switch
Smells like New Labour
Serving curried favour
My excess accepts visa debit laser
I'm moving to the city now...
Lived this life so many times I learned my lines, I can't remember can't remember
In a mason tryst, yes, it still exists and I'm a member - I'm dismembered
There's work going in the data mines,
subsidised, advertised in late september or november
Granddad buried in the silver mines, where to find, where to find
I can't remember, can't remember
But why do I want it? Why can't I have it?
Where is the line when I can stop pretending?
Why do you have it? why do I long for it?
Where is the line when I can stop living?
Been up on my funereal grind, how to find who's left behind?
I cant remember, can't remember
There's calls coming on the other line
Letter bomb was addressed wrong
Return to sender- turned to embers
Roads to sail before you die
It's not a sale, you still can't by
You ever watch a buses brain blown out in the wind
come on slowly, come on slowly.
Play in the ruins of baby boomers,
riddled with tumours, only listen to rumours
Electoral search came back numeric,
Our money's worth - entail homeric
all my dreams are stripped all back to ferric,
Cyclical cycle promotes own merits
Last train back to the sticks
A one horse town with just one trick
Interned to a carrot stick
The secret to success is somehow compensating for a shriveled ______
This is a story about how I moved up to the city to pursue a future in the ________, only to discover a ghost inside myself. The creature cursed to eternal life
incarnated inside my own body. Dissatisfied with the life it could achieve, or I could achieve, it decided to take my life via drownin
I have to make peace with this so I suggest you do to.
Because we might never find what we seek.
Perfect Death Forever
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STANDARD DEMISE
04:08
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Comin' in off the wind –
I’m in pulled up at a bus stop in a bin truck
Pointing at the back yelling “Get In!”
If rubbish compacts to sin
When the devil plays your hand
you better been practicing
I'm a nobodaddy longlegs feeding on your fear
Laying swollen eggs in the canal of your ear
And we all hate ya, free soup takers, assorted pricks and accent fakers
I'm a supreme feen, a bilious spleen, outside the school trying to but some green
Your feels aren't real – So I wont debate it
Art don't pay rent it just helps inflates it
Entombed dereliction, consuming's my addiction
Got a letter from the government about my eviction
Who's the man with the master plan
Who's the one who amassed the land
And controls left brain with right hand
Before the vultures pick me apart
I'll bury my knee in your wounded heart
Maybe if you killed yourself maybe it'd make me feel better
Beer in my hand, needle in my eye – just glistening
I'm supposed to be at work your missing your son's christening
Why do you send your kids to communion class when you know they raped your father
Why you gotta drool back in the glass and pass it off as fresh water
Who's the man with the master plan
Who's the one who amassed the land
Control whole worlds with right hand
With a brain in the the sand
Cooling off with a plastic fan
Clutching plastic bag full of fake tan
Look alive look alive
but I'm dead inside
Don't think i made it past 25
Tear ducts taped shut and emotions are cut i just do what i can to surive
Listening to Suicide while planning my suicide
Each 24 is a standard demise
I pray to my goddess, to Eris - 23 skidoo
sinister john dillinger with the walls i walk through
Nose stuck closed while I was sniffing glue
Bank's bust i stick on 22
Nose stuck from sniffing on glue
21 questions and the answer to none is you
New Cúchulainn
Pale and Sullen
Woke up on a floor in south east dublin
The place smells like creatine
And perfume samples from magazines
Memory seems to have got away clean
As if nothing has ever bin or been
We blind the cyclops, so we're back to black ops
I'm in a flack jacket in the back trying to slack off
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3. |
Suicide Is Nameless
01:41
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behold a damp lung
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4. |
The Flood
06:12
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Water surrounds an island city mound
Secrets safe and sound, walls fall on mouths they surround
Ran the river aground so few cannot be found
Pause for round of applause – from those on all fours
And when the sun draws down, I'll stick to this bushel of crowns
'Til the morning sounds, and all that's grey conforms back to brown
And I cannot relate the reason for my hate
Andy appears right here, cloaked in all my fears
And his liver is set in stone bronzed by regret
Sight seen obscene – not stood for by anyone in this scene
But could you be my border?
Where my body breaks the water
I'm in a mess – I'm a glaze of happiness
When I appear from burned jawbone gorse – motive unclear
And when she's undressed, she looks like Rudolf Hess
The sweet smell of success, the foul stench of all else
Just align crack and subjugate
We have been defined by this fate of late
When you phone home to masturbate
The prodigal son has become incarnate
He hesitates – everytime that she calls up late
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Need somewhere to live man? I know a place
I'm at the hotel, motel, co-living space
I'm living in a coffin place my ashes in a vase
At the hotel, motel, co-living space
21 grand job in the city, it's not great
Spend 50 on pints, dance to songs that you hate
At the indie disco set in 2008
"Let's all meet up when our bodies integrate!"
I'm in the mindful room, miming a happy tune
I'm in my new home, I hope you join me soon
What...? Say what?
You'll have to speak up there someone wanking in my sock now
I'm not begging your forgiveness
I'm begging your pardon
Who needs a place to cook?
Who needs a garden?
All I need is walls, who needs privacy?
Cause some spectral engineer thinks he's better than me
Need somewhere to live man? I know a place
I'm at the hotel, motel, co-living space
My heart is a coffin place my ashes in a vase
At the hotel, motel, co-living space
Excuse me please, could you get out of reception?
We've got the blue-shirts coming in to celebrate their election
Just go to your room, you can sit and wait
But room service is for guests not you homeless ingrates
Don't get irate, just get it straight
Keep your head out of sight, you can stay up late
Just as long as you know, this is your final fate
With neon walls who needs a garden? I'm begging your pardon
Who needs four walls ? Who needs privacy?
These spectral engineers think they're better than me
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6. |
Centuries of Damp
02:38
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Centuries of damp locked inside our heads
Somehow we've all become illiterate
Weston water world is up ahead
These roads are made up of the dead
Last week a thresher took off Andrew's arm
Hazards of cocaine on the farm
While you wait for
keys- cut teeth
understanding this state
is not enough for release
“the pub is filled with actors in this part
swimming in regret and a sea of guinness farts”
Centuries of damp inside our heads
How the fuck did we become conservatives
How do you find the time
To commune in both times
And what have you done to keep us from this fate
Besides tenuously worded letters of complaint
“Heat memory tends to fade first”
When all roads lead to home
Why would you ever find the need to roam
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7. |
Ego Death + Taxes
09:45
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In sensing these white widows we are concerned with mourning after
White women in all the windows – this could be amsterdam or Cabra
He whispers in my love's ear – I recorrect my scoli-itic slouch
But I know I'm going home with her to sleep on her couch
Would you come up and meet me?
Just promise to not believe me
Decieve me completely and wipe all of my drives
Your face is wide and open
I'll build a farm on it and raise some expectations
but when organ harvest comes around
It's just self preservation
You're just another drowning palindrome
You're a problem that wont dissolve in your own solution
I cannot eat your flesh and bone
I need a soya soylent substitution
Stop me if I'm repeating myself
Something was concealed in ourselves
Up sleeves then onto a shelf
The bleakness inherits the wealth
The meek can inherit themselves
Stop me if I'm repeating myself
Stop me if I'm repeating myself
Stop me if I'm repeating myself
Stop me if I'm repeating myself
Stop me if I'm repeating myself
Stop me if I'm repeating myself
Stop me if I'm repeating myself
Stop me if I'm repeating myself
Stop me if I'm repeating myself
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....White Death:
I walked into the sea and watched white death wash all over me
I walked into the sea and watched white death wash all over me
Breathing in the brine, I'm lost in the source of the sine
Breathing in the brine, I'm lost in the source drowning in the sine
The waves dance peak to peak
Lo and behold – the secret of Thatcher's Gold,
We've all got a price – turns out it's quite low
There's something in the wash, where the time slows
Bored brains broadcast my shadow
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