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Glass Jars
04:24
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Glass Jars
Don’t you ever wonder?
Don’t it cross your mind?
If there might not be some part of us, somehow
That gets left behind?
Pressed against some cyclone fence
Weeds all through the beds
Some thought lost, caught in Atlantis -
Self Storage sheds
Ordered in aisles
All locked up in Grids
the days are like jars
With holes punched in the lids
Oh my love
The circuitry is so well hid
We lower our eyes
Without realising it
There’s a bottleneck of serpents That wasn’t there before
You say one thing and seem to mean
A whole lot more
I can feel it in the pauses
The advance of designs
You got your uniform
And baby I got mine
Ordered in aisles
All locked up in Grids
the days are like jars
With holes punched in the lids
Oh my love
The circuitry is so well hid
We lower our eyes
Without realising it
Barrelling down the line,
handles rock like masks dropped for oxygen
I blink my eyes -
and oh, here we go again
Ordered in aisles
All locked up in Grids
the days are like jars
With holes punched in the lids
Oh my love
The circuitry is so well hid
We lower our eyes
Without realising it
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2. |
Runaway
04:16
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Runaway
Ooh baby let’s runaway
Runaway with me
I swear they won’t find us
I promise you’ll see
Somewhere out across the night
over oceans and seas
Somewhere where our tangled knot
it could finally slip free
Somewhere where the rivers run
Where they dance in their dreams
Somewhere where the greedy reach
Of this world’s never been
Ooh baby let’s runaway
Runaway with me
I swear they won’t find us
I promise you’ll see
Outside smoking cigarettes
On the crates by the stairs
The waiters caught our stand off
And went back to stack chairs
And night after night
Trains are screaming like Eels -
Press suburban dreams
Underneath dark wheels
Ooh baby let’s runaway
Runaway with me
I swear they won’t find us
I promise you’ll see
Maybe things didn’t turn out
Like the way we had planned
I know it had been building up for so long
it’s sad it had to come out that way
it’s sad it had to come out that way
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Plimsoll Grove
03:47
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Plimsoll Grove
A clear morning
Like any other
Crisp, breathless
Bombardier blue
we were headed nowhere special then on the radio came a song
And I thought about his arms
Like they were reaching
Through sleeves of time
And I thought about his eyes
And the way they used to smile
Oh - How could I know it would churn me so
The world out the windscreen slowed
I just stared -
That song on the radio
Oh it drove
Oh it drove
Me back to Plimsoll Grove
You know I always loved the way
You’d drop your clothes to the floor
With such casual ceremony
And when I said I loved you it was true
That much was true
And now so
If you say there’s no future
For us - don’t even get in touch
If you wanna cut it off
Well if that’s the way that its got to be
Well then that's how it will be
Oh - How could I know it would churn me so
The world out the windscreen slowed
I just stared -
That song on the radio
Oh it drove
Oh it drove
Me back to Plimsoll Grove
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4. |
Barbarossa
04:11
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Barbarossa
Wired - a riot -
Almost 4:19
Baskets of vipers -
I know just what it means
Cold premonition
I know I cannot leave
Or outrun this feeling
Stealing over me
Where I go - It follows
Where I go - It follows
I recognise it
Sure as I inhale
Try to ignore it -
But to no avail
Your love - bearing down
Certain to prevail
Like some Barbarossa
Pressing with full sail
Where I go - you follow
Where I go - you follow
And then when I surrender
My head to dreams
I only fall into your arms again
Dead Calm.
Not a single
Breath of wind for weeks
Tearing the colour
All out of my cheeks
Inside my head
Its beating like a drum
Pounding - Blood Music
Rum pah rum pah rum
Ooh babe - you’re grinning
Like a ragged row of ships
A looking glass love
It rankles and it whips
Guns nestled in the mist
Riding on the rail
Like some Barbarossa
Pressing with full sail
Where I go - It follows
Where I go - It follows
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Thought We Turned A Corner
Thought we turned a corner babe
I really believed it
Had the whole world in front of us - oh!
Three apples on a silver tray
Got to thinking we’d be alright
Troubles wouldn’t find us no more..
Spent whole afternoons honey
Organising all my drawers
But here you are again
Bringing salt for my wounds
A deadly nightshade baby
Arms like vines for a tomb
That evening in the foyer babe
Well was that really you?
Diamonds swallowed diamonds honey
Voices bounced across the room
Ran a finger ‘cross the deerskin hide - oh
Pressed my glove against your nose
Then you slowly shook your head babe
And the elevator doors slid closed
But here you are again
Bringing salt for my wounds
A deadly nightshade baby
Arms like vines for a tomb
So come on and do something -
Cos this ain’t love - this ain’t loving
It’s not enough - what you’re giving
This ain’t love - no this ain’t loving
Decorated days in front of us oh!
Now what am I supposed to do?
Your feet don’t know which way they’re pointed
And I’m left lacing up your shoes
Ooh your magic carpet ride honey -
Unravelling thread by thread
I thought we turned a corner baby
You know I really did
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6. |
Leftover Prayers
04:53
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Leftover Prayers
Ooh I feel like I’m coming apart
There’s a hole where there should be a heart
And it grows
And grows
Like a sleepwalker lost on a road
I can’t tell you just where I go
I don’t know
I don’t know
Baby I’ve been covering the cracks
Oh but darling what’s the use in that?
Its a poison to my own ear
I end up saying just what you want to hear
And it shows
It shows
And when you sniffed at the edge of the park
‘Music’s for those still afraid of the dark’
Well I froze
I just froze
Baby I’ve been covering the cracks
oh but darling what’s the use in that?
there’s a fork in the road
there’s a knife in my side
the world rolls into each new day
But all -
I feel -
Is free fall
I’ve been trying to see it your way
But if you got any last words to say
Say them
Say them
Leave a rose at the foot of the stairs
If you got any leftover prayers
Pray them
Pray them
Baby I’ve been covering the cracks
oh but darling what’s the use in that?
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Cool Explosions Melbourne, Australia
Fronted by the soul drenched stylings of electrifying new vocalist Elle Young, Cool Explosions are a brand new 3-piece from Melbourne. The group features Matty Vehl on programming & synths, and the cartwheeling jazz-fire drum works of newcomer Alex Roper. ... more
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