1. |
A Girl Washing A Fox
01:53
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Noise in a crooked old house
Lonely she washes a fox
Her bike lies covered in snow
Happy to fill the time
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2. |
Body Speeches
03:47
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Cold, black hole
I'm waiting
For the story of
The fight
And wait
We are the ghosts of the city
The sun
And moon
Fading
Its low
Its love
Its low
Constant body speeches
Old, fat whore
Created
Walking on all fours
Set wires
& bait
After the ghosts of the city
We found,
All fours.
Baited
Its low
In love
Its low
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3. |
The Funambulist
03:09
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Confident, maybe
Won’t let it up
Careful and failing
All that you are
We are debted to you,
Our love is our lives
We are debted to you
For standing up
Only three four
Only three or five
You’re slobbering, smile
Such a gentleman
Good mannered people
Wonder where they went wrong
We are debted to you,
Our luck is a lie
We are debted to you
For standing up
Something must be wrong with your body
I already know
It gets under your skin
Always, always
Your father was a devil
Your mother was a criminal
And now you scare yourself
Original, original
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4. |
Tables Spinning
04:12
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Fret for the good boys
The ones who are left small joys
Praise for the good voice
To lift their worry
This is the first time and the last time
You'll see
You came about without reasons
Or sleep
Crave for the new world
To hold you over
Short lists of odd wrongs
That fill our head aches
This is the first time and the last time
You'll see
You came about without reasons
Or sleep
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5. |
Mytaloria
04:24
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When growing ends, the forming sends a sound
To you, my friend, with cup in hand
Filled with stagnant bubbles and your white coat hanging down.
The clever mens experiments are found
In fibres in the carpet
and the dust on your nightgown
Fessing up or losing steam,
I don't know where I'm supposed to be
I am all that's near and fading right
Im all that's near and fading left.
And I dont listen anyway,
its how is added up to be.
I'm all that's here and fading fast
I'm all that's here and fading left.
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6. |
Thom Yorke Vs. Bjork
03:28
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Oh god, I want your toes
I want to eat them all
I won’t throw them up
Until you do as you’re told
Like a tiny gnome
Your body is so small
I won’t let you up
You are going to be trouble
Will break,
Right in front of you
Will run our mouths and speak into our shirts.
I want to eat you both
I want to make me full
I want your fat and old
I want original
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Dr. Moonjuice, what have you done?
You've brought us to our end
The king on the moon says he'll only come out at night,
We've been waking up to early
And the animals are tired
They're leaving,
Moving.
So graceful & slow
The face on the sun is crying volcanoes
She's so sad
She'll spend her days alone
Without the singing birds
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8. |
Mumble Mouth
03:03
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Gentle flossing over time it takes a smile
All along, truthful, the dress fits the headless iron mule
Mumble mouth always
Can't weep floor taste come back endless making young
Help me formal temper tantrum i get more
Mumble mouth comes always
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9. |
The Somnambulist
02:08
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10. |
Abgolwatt
02:40
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Tie my circus down
Use a jack knife
Tie my circus down
Use a cord for it
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11. |
Cycles
03:28
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All eyelids fixed upon a clock
All its moves in cycles
Face up or sleeping
A blind man riding on a fox
All their moves
In cycles
Cape out and feeling cool.
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12. |
Tables Turning
01:39
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All our fun on the moon
Grows and grows and grows with food
Everyone nice or nude
Grows and grows and grows with food
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