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White Arc
04:24
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[instrumental]
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The alcohol mixes with blood
A revolving light strikes that perfect cup
If you think that I can’t make you happy
You’re dead wrong
I couldn’t better that scene if I tried
So I hope you’ll act it with me the way I do in my mind
If you think you’re leaving this apartment, Rachel,
You’re dead wrong
Dying fingers pressing piano keys
A single hot tear on your picture perfect cheek
If you think you know who you are
Then you are so wrong
There’s ways to do this
In case you hadn’t noticed
You’ve got me under your spell
Sure, I’ve wanted this job all my life
Alone with the lights in the rain-drenched smog night
If you think the deaths get easier
You’re wrong
I don’t know how our paths crossed in this way
I often find it hard to think beyond the day-to-day
If you think I understand my own feelings
Then you’d be quite wrong
All I know is this moment’s our lifetime unfolding
Bullets breaking glass and convulsions of yawning
If you think that we could share something
Then you’re not wrong
If you think that we could share something
Then you’re not wrong
There’s ways to do this
It’s gonna be one hell of a kiss
And I hope I’m not Tom Violence
Or that you are a hoax in a pipe dream
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3. |
Frame [Album Version]
05:11
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I could jump off and stop a while in this country
Full of sticky fingers
And some sort of genuine awareness of the seasons
Where there’s a cool room on a hot day
And you’re lying on your back with the pulsing in your abdomen
And there’s questions and answers
And all these natural things
And loving in the evening
I could live there
Or I could not
I could jump off and stop a while in that other country
Where women deserve they what they get
And that’s all they get, so just shhh...
Where presentation’s revered and love is presentation
And performance and wanting and cynical in an instant
And there’s crashing and thunder
And all these temporary things
And it’s bitter in the evening
I could live there
Or go away
You know what you’ve been told
You know what you’ve been sold
You know what you’ve been told
You know what you’ve been sold
Remember it can sometimes be scary
I know I’ll end up in the world I frame with my own mind
But on the eve of this occasion
I don’t know what it is that I’m supposed to say
There’s such a thing as putting too much pressure on ourselves
Amongst illness and tiredness and the idea of a home
But you say my eyes light up
And I know that I miss you
When I’m away...
You know what you’ve been told
You know what you’ve been sold
You know what you’ve been told
You know what you’ve been sold
Sometimes it can be so scary
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4. |
January
04:54
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The aggression of the roads
The mettle of my endeavour
I’ve seen seasons change before
And this one’s cold
Jets of water vapour
The overwhelming pain of indifference
People think the machine
Is gonna be breaking down
The talent that makes me proud
The colours of her dictation
Dear sister,
Don’t let them ever tear you apart
The waste of hurting and hurt
This obsession with this lesson
Come on, tell me,
What sort of day have you had?
The feeling in my chest
As I’m burning out of breath
Is nothing like
The suffering I’ve seen
The melancholy of the roads
And the mettle of our endeavour
Oh my fucking Jesus!
Someone exploded in the night
The romance of the roads
The way the hill looms over the city
I’m feeling tired and drained
But ready to journey on
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Ordering food
From the same place that we used to
My oh my oh my
An aeroplane’s lights
Tracking across the town night sky
Bursting through the clouds
So long, sense of sharpness
I miss him
And so does my father
My oh my oh my
That cinematic rain
Poured like drenched white skirts off truck wheels on the motorway
And it made me feel alive
So long, music lover
I worry
When I put my mind to thinking
My oh my oh my
Who’s indestructible?
No-one is. I know they’re all dying all of the time
But I want this time to ride
So long, whispered worship
Tribute
Now all that’s left is armour
My oh my oh my
Gorgeous wings: confusing me
And I used to sit bolt upright
But that’s blurred away
So long, my lovely coper
So long, sense of sharpness
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British Racing Green
05:53
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Wiped out on the floor – unproductive
In and out of sleep
Can’t do this any more
Can’t do this any more
It all starts with that golden ball of childhood
The boot scraper, the cat prints in the cement
And it’s far, far, far too late now
Too late to add in or remove anything
Still, there were no distorted attachments
And now a song takes a look back there
A fantasy unfolding
Things that did or did not occur
Waterfalls of dust plunge upwards
Sunshine: illuminate that carpet time
Flies stuck to yellow t-shirts
And a safe, warm place to hide
I’m headed west
Gonna find the best impossibility
The crest of a hill
Or better still the green of Kerala
Now, I do not feel I deserve this
I don’t deserve to be close to you
I don’t have any reason to take care of myself
So I just hide underneath this roof
And although I can relate to what he talks about
It doesn’t fit into my own memory tale
So pretend, just pretend, and live through that
‘Cause the world might get just a little better now
And it takes an age to make good change
But a moment to be fucked by the truth
And that’s exactly what I meant back then
Direct or not – it doesn’t matter
And if you feel unique, give up the talk
‘Cause talk can’t tell your past
Experience is way too dense
And a newborn baby’s got the longest death of any of us
I’m headed west
Gonna find the best impossibility
The crest of a hill
Or better still the green of Kerala
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7. |
Constant Stranger
05:06
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[instrumental]
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8. |
Hold Me Now
05:14
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Hold me now
I can feel your heartbeat
Hold me now
I can feel your heartbeat
Another morning comes
Another day
A silence fills the streets today
The streets of Gaza are quiet
A shot against the wall
The dogs are running scared
The day starts to unfold
Stop your shooting now
Can’t you see I’m just a boy?
Stop your shooting now
Can’t you see it’s just a boy?
It’s just my son
I’m sad, not scared
I don’t want to die now
I’m sad, not scared
I don’t want to die
I’ve got so much to do
Hold me now
I can feel your heartbeat
Hold me now
I can feel your heartbeat
Hold me now
Can you feel my heartbeat?
Hold me now
Can you feel my heartbeat?
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How many times will others decide whether or not or which way you’re going?
How do you know where to go or when to go or whether it’s what you want?
Who do you love and who do you not and who should you please and what about yourself?
Which direction do you want to go in or do you want to stay put?
There’s a choice you’re making and it could go wrong
Tie yourself to the mast; don’t be led by song
How many times will you wake up feeling unsure about your future?
What’s the reason for your sadness? Is it that you don’t feel in control?
Who do you see and who do you not see when you look in the mirror?
Which horizon do you want to head for or do you want to stay put?
There’s a choice you’re making and it could go wrong
Tie yourself to the mast; don’t be led by song
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10. |
Wind Resistance
09:38
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Mottled moody sky and anonymous trees
Big pink heart sunset glows on clouds like a rolling sea
Lost in the moment of being the valley
Singing in the present ‘cause the present’s just so 3-D
But that’s too obvious
Too obvious
Too obvious even for me
For me
Shots I didn’t take – the cows, the blackberries
How could light describe that bank, that railway line?
Things I didn’t do – that impossible house
It made me think about a you
A you and a me
I know I should be obvious
You need to be obvious
You know that’s obviously true
Now I’m singing down deep ‘cause someone beautiful told me to
She told me to
Youth appears like a plume on some folk
They wear it bright round the town until they’ve got a new yoke
Of course mine’s leaving without even asking
But that just makes me want to know more of what your face is masking
‘Cause you’re not obvious...
Mottled moody sky and anonymous trees
Big pink heart sunset glows on clouds like a rolling sea
Dead in the moment of being the valley
Dead because maybe no decision is ever really free
And nothing’s obvious
Well, what is obvious?
Who you think you are is just a memory of a memory
Who you think you are is just a memory of a memory
A memory
Wind resistance
Life’s insistence
Wind resistance
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11. |
Nothinghood - Part 2
05:27
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The more I have, the more I think it’s gonna go
Sometimes life’s just too wonderful, you know
The more I learn, the more things sure get left out
That life is rich, there is no doubt
It’s this road you’re on
The future is foggy unknowns
And the past is memory bubbles
The more I love, the more I feel a sense of loss
For times gone by when there was no “us”
But time alone is time spent taking in
All these things of wonder to share again
It’s this road you’re on
But no-one ever asked you
If you didn’t mind
If it would be all right
To say goodbye
To your childhood
And move on
The more I drink and fall, the more I seem to miss
Hey, I blinked and now you’re all doctors
The sad poetry in the blinking of an eye
Hey, that’s all it takes to live and die
But in between there’s a girl I want to know
She might have eyes of fire and skin of snow
I walked my dog today past a door ajar
The warmth I felt wasn’t just my coat and scarf
It’s this road you’re on
But no-one ever asked you
If you didn’t mind
If it would be all right
To say hello
To new horizons
And new friends
The more I think about it, the more the truth’s in sight
You’re really quite alone when true happiness strikes
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12. |
Side by Side?
08:59
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Sat side by side
In sunny, sunny countryside
With vineyards below
Same old blues guitar
Same old human thoughts
Rephrased a thousand times
Gather round
For the time has come to lay him down
In the ground
Along with all that he has found
And he said it was amazing that they’d known each other so long
And he said it was amazing how his heart had turned to feel warm
But his intelligence was killing him
Placed side by side
A recipe for gentle genocide
And the olive groves
Same old condemnation
Same old lack of action
So the story goes
A concrete wall
But maybe it isn’t a prison at all
Hear the calls
Or maybe it is just gulls... gulls...
And I find it incredible that this planet can host such stages
And I find it incredible that both night and day it still rages
We need intelligence to solve this
Laying side by side
You know, cheek to cheek and eye to eye
Is comfort
What I’d give to be
And not to think
‘Cause thinking poisons me
On the hill
The ruins were captured in stills
But our bodies are so real
Can’t you feel it? Can’t you feel?
And I find you amazing – would I say it if I didn’t mean it?
Yes, I find you amazing...
But my intelligence is killing me
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LensFlare Scotland, UK
LensFlare is singer-songwriter/multi-instrumentalist Peter Wilkinson with fretted inputs from long-time collaborator Malcolm Levitt.
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