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Elegy/Absentee
03:00
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I walked alone to see the sad scene unfold
They were there beneath the ground
With their hands sticking out
Like little trees reaching for the sun
Reaching for the old days all gone
I found a grave and I lay down
And let the soil fall around
Your wayward dad in the empty light you had
Once in a dream beneath the wrapping paper trees
He sung you a song and played a violin along
He was brave
He was strong
He was there and he was gone
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Well the consequential dawn
Sadly fell against the door
I remember seldom nights with you
But that was all before
Unknown to my poor self
You knocked against my shell
With intent to wake a sleeping soul
But no such soul awoke
Just echoes through the smoke
And when migrant cuckoo's dive
From the laughter of the sky
It is hard to make them fly again
It is hard to make them fly
And when winter threw it's shoes
Into the corner of my room
I looked back through the mutoscope
And I thought that I saw you
But you were distant and dilute
So I turned my face away
Into the shivering afternoon
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Teenaged Summer Anthem
04:04
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Why have you gone?
I miss your laughter
Dust settled on
Your bleached skeleton
Leak tape hiss tears
You cannot rewind
Sad marionette
Dance out of time
I don't mind
I don't mind
Smile like a knife
Cutting through me
We'll lie to your mum
'Cause she hated me
And waste our last years
Falling apart
Sound disappears
From your worn out
Dictaphone heart
Dictaphone heart
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Nettle Stings
03:20
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It feels like nettle stings as the glass like promises of sunlight dissolve in the trees
There is a white balloon caught in the branches along with lengths of rope and tattered polythene
Up there too hang the garments of a wasted youth
Too high to reach now, too far up for these old bones to climb
We’d do better to stay down here and rake the scattered polaroid’s into piles like fallen autumn leaves
Then burrow into them and hide for just a little while
Disappear into some perfect haunted summer that trembles in the past
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These unspeakable words fall out of time
While children cover their eyes
This unseeable scene
The women cry
And the soldiers come in
Baring cigarettes and bayonets and breaking hearts?
And the killing starts
Focus is lost on the screen
The camera tilts
The girls can't scream
We cut out their tongues
They saw the ghosts in the woods
And just turned away
They stole the perfect blue sky
From a summers day
Do what you're told because you're scared
Pretend you are not there
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Corridors
02:58
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Please unrake all the leaves
And quietly lose everything
Who's there to process the film when you die?
Undeveloped and unseen
In this broken building where your lungs were born
Leave them here to decompose with the kettle on
We're all forgotten hospitals anyway;
Long nostalgic corridors of fading paint
With a burning sadness
Raise a toast to the ghost of nuclear winter
When they broke your heart
Behind those sad and salty seafront façades
Below the raucous static of the gulls above
In a broken tape machine
The hijacked hallowed days
Of torn up skater jeans and acne speckled honesty
Are captured but can never be replayed
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Stone Tape Theory Song
06:21
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All the awnings spilled their guts of tea-stained leaves
Upon the morning's quaking hands and creaking knees
A patina of better times upon my face
Your voice still wanders through the halls of this old place
And I don't ever want to hear those words again
Watch the old days grow and grow and then turn away
And now the house will not be home on rainy days
I feel the weeds climb up my legs to strangle me
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