1. |
Loveland
04:35
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Loveland
You’re lost in Loveland
Totally turned
Sleep on the lawn
Turned upside down
All in the moment
You’re found in Loveland
Totally fixed
Awake on the lawn
Still and transfixed
All in forever
But I just wanted to say don’t fly too high and don’t float away
It’s good to look up but best to glance down
Keep your head out of clouds and watch out for the ground
Watch out for the ground
And I know you won’t hear
A word that I say
That’s the way it will be
The way that it’s set
Fall in euphoria, rise in the storm cloud
Lightning can burn and depressions sweep in
Even summer nights grow cold
Whether foolish or bold
Weather can change in the dark before morning
Dew turn to frost and love turn to mourning
And landings are hard
And daylight is harsh
I, I just wanted to say stay sane and stay safe as you get blown away
My friend, lost in Loveland
Let me lend you a hand as you come into land
As you come in to land
Lost in Loveland
Lost in Loveland
Lost in Loveland
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2. |
(Call Me) Stickman
04:45
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Stickman
Call me Stickman
And I’ll glare at the world from here
Like hangman
I build on mistakes from here
A poorly sketched man, head in all directions
Mission creep, sometimes I get thrown by things
Call me Bighead
And disposable scrap-pad man
A sickly stickler
I used a stick as a gun back there
Ask me questions, I will not be drawn too fast
I’m pretty straight except at the joint and hands
And I could never see
Bits of stick as trees
A forest of paper pleas
Sap and gnarl and bark
Take this line and walk
As honest as artifice can be
Wounded
And rubbed out by a drop of rain
Like darkness
My limbs are such simple things
I’ll keep to the point if the point is blunt and black
The space in my head filled with satellites and lead
La la la la la
Stickman
Stickman
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3. |
Difficult
02:51
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Difficult
What with the snakes, the tears, the insects and the voices
And the scratching and the fears
The neighbours and the noises and the stares
The cops, the sirens and the drugs and all the locks
That hold my mind and my attention
It’s getting difficult to care, difficult to dress
Difficult to see, difficult to wake
I don’t know the code that lets me through the door
To what I think might be help
The plots that may be paranoia or real, or false
The hunger that may be just the drugs or me
My illness failure, fate or fault
It’s getting difficult to care, difficult to dress
Difficult to see, difficult to wake
But where, where is me in all of this?
Where, where is me in all of this?
Where, where is me in all of this?
I’m not well, I twitch, I don’t pay attention, they say don’t scratch the itch
They tell me not to smoke and drink, I think
I don’t know if I can get it right for them, for you or me
I don’t trust myself, who knows? Not me, I’m sick of mental illness
It’s getting difficult to care, difficult to dress
Difficult to see, difficult to wake
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4. |
New Holland Flat
03:35
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New Holland Flat
The door to my heart I can’t bear to lock it,
It keeps me up now maybe twice a day
The gun went off when I began to cock it
It all went wrong New Holland way
My clock has stopped you’re the one to stop it
But it’s still right now twice a day
Our world’s so small we can nearly walk it
Keep New Holland narrow gauge
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
One racing bike and a broken Chopper
A soda siphon and Please Please Me
Junior Choice and a dead Space Hopper
Moto Guzzi Brut 33
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
Now I’m thirteen I’ve begun to look it
And I’m in love with a dead girl soon
My wasted school with the twisted pockets
More prostitutes than silver spoons
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
The mud’s too strong for the Lincoln Castle
And sinks the seals and the new bridge piles
My tiddler died in a fresh water bucket
The cool excitement of Humberside
Fractured yachts and the Fleetgate shoppers
Four inch surfers night and day
They cut your hair and it swamped the locket
Tarred and feathered the resistance way
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
Let darkness fall on the boredom bullies
Air horn air heads five feet tall
Broken glass in a ten foot gully
The new bridge looms with pride and fall
Breath and sweat in a rage and hurry
Raised on rope and monkey bars
A kind of cord and a kind of pulley
A kind of love – float and fall
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
Now don’t be thirteen don’t be aged
You hit the water like a concrete floor
You really dared and you really did it
Slapped their faces and slammed the door
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
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