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Like Rheticus
03:32
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Both blue girls
Wearing their halos
Holding hands
All the way down my street
Talking about Baudelaire
How you gotta be drunk on something
And they talk about Verlaine
How his guitar sounds so beautiful
And I’m stuck inside
I feel like Rheticus
Trying to get these words down
But they aren’t looking right at all
Polaroids fill my shelves
Just trees and sky
A totally deserted world
And if you want my diary
It’s by the door
Between the headphones
And the Commodore 64
It’s just blank pages
And some old numbers
You can fill it up
With your thoughts on where I’ve gone wrong
I can’t stop thinking about aeroplanes
I can’t stop thinking about Singapore
I can’t stop thinking about Jesus Christ
I can’t stop thinking about anything
Both blue girls
They’re wearing their halos
And they’re holding hands
All the way down my street
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One for the Long Drive
04:30
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The sun slowly sinks
Its farewell colours fill the sky
Soon the night will surround us
A world of artificial light
And out there in the woods
Hang all our teenage witches
With their curses and their bells
Passing round handwritten spells
Drinking down their parents riches
So come away from the window
And let your hair down
We can forget about the outside
About the trouble in town
And when you stand like that
You remind me of Lucy
All smiles and wide eyes
Focused on some distant prize
Somehow still looking through me
And do you think you could love me?
And do you think you will forgive me?
You say just put me in a song
Make it the one you say is for the long drive
You say just put me in a song
Make it the one that sounded so tired
You say put me in a song
Make it the one you say is for the long drive
You say put me in a song
Make it the one that sounded so tired
Because I am so tired
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Swiss Army Song
01:21
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St Teresa Inbetween
04:20
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Thread
03:55
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Leave the back door open
Let some air in this room
I have dreams unspoken
I have dreams I‘ll never use
We should talk about our future
But let’s just watch the swallows fly
In and out of the houses
Each perfect motion in the sky
How long have we been hanging
By this thread?
And if it’s strong enough to hold us
Should we care
One bird
With the sun on his wings
In the cherry tree
For you he sings
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This View
07:17
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Put your hand in my hand
There’s a view I want you to see
The city edge spread out below
The frontier of its victory
And the ground on which we stand
Has become sacred to me
The lights beneath like a shore I know
The ebb and flow of a century
And if this turns out to mean nothing
If this is all a line in the sand
At least we could say we saw some beauty
And that we tried to understand
Juliana, it’s all darkness
And we’re trying to find our way
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The Spanish Flag
03:08
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Morning’s come and knocked me flat
With bad TV and all of that
But I have a vision or two
Images of the night before
The bitter walk up to your door
The delicate situation that I blew
We headed down through the town
To your wealthy patron’s stomping ground
And he got a drink in for you
Then I saw her in the street
Long black hair and nothing on her feet
Walking with a purpose I’ve seen in few
She was waving the Spanish Flag
I caught up with the girl
Her flag held tight and then unfurled
In some dance I’d never seen
With a voice warm and low
She asked me if I’d like to go
Out into the fields
We must have walked for a mile
Before she unleashed a smile
And said thanks for taking me home
She started to walk up her path
But something made her turn back
And I said you should be careful out on your own
Then she gave me the Spanish Flag
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Some Black Plan
04:51
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It lives in the dirt, it lives in the earth
In this ancient land an unfolding plan
Beneath the boughs of a mighty oak
In the charcoal burner’s hollow smoke
In the robin’s song, in the fallow field
The future is revealed
All these dice loaded, all these men condemned
All this freedom eroded, like the muddy river’s bend
And I hear the hammer fall to the floor
I hear your breath pound on these walls like war
And the wind tells me what is in store
And the ground tells me what is in store
And when I held your head in my hands
I knew this was not a good plan
That which I cannot see, and I cannot feel
But a plan it is and so real
The sweet sorrow of knowing, impossible to describe
I witness the darkness that moulds and breaks our lives
That settles over you my love in your dying room
For there is no other reason you could be taken so soon
And I must ask; whose are these hands?
But know that my asking is in the plan
And when I held your head in my hands
I knew this was not a good plan
That which I cannot see, and I cannot feel
But a plan it is and so real
Some black plan, drowning this world
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Upstairs
03:20
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John's on the Bridge
10:36
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It’s lead into gold I know
And it feels like a year since I’ve been home
John’s on the bridge I know
He wishes for love, he wishes for snow
The girl speaks of alchemy
And the snow falls thick until it’s all I can see
Upon a white road I project memories
And the magickal girl seems so far away from me
And as this year starts to disappear
I’m still driving alone
Just like winter she spares no part of me
I am in her thrall
A journey without friends
Just these visions in my head
She taught me new words and we laughed
She taught me that she would leave
John’s on the bridge I know
With his new girl he thinks about satellites
How he could stop them from spinning
And I just wish that I could hear her voice
And as this year starts to disappear
I’m still driving alone
Just like winter she spares no part of me
I am in her thrall
Knowing that she’s gone has left me hanging on
Trying to find a trace
John says to me there’s more to life than memories
You’ve got to carry on
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