1. |
Positive
04:16
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She had followed us all on her own
Playing love poems from an aging gramophone
This is not the only scene we should run from
We’ll grab the 12:11 on the nearest platform
She knows the way
For such a lonely lover we know, we know, we know she is made
Cut me out
Of her sight
She peeks in
Stepping on to the train, to escape, to berate.
Block me out
Of the sound
She provokes
To incite, to inflame, so we’ll get ourselves away
Wishing for the devil, hiding from the sun
Squinting up the levels to spot her violent run
This is not the only scene we should hide from
But we try catch her eye before we make off in the storm
A bare masquerade
For such a lonely lover we know, we know, we know she can chase
Cut me out
Of her sight
She peeks in
Stepping on to the train, to escape, to berate.
Block me out
Of the sound
She provokes
To incite, to inflame, so we’ll get ourselves away
Her boyfriend was a builder; her life’s joy was her son
But they all came to nothing when she thought she saw us come
This was not the only scene we should’ve stirred from
Instead we grabbed her by the heart and led her down some
Whilst every other man went home unto his dove
We took a lonely devotee and told her it was love
Cut me out
Of her sight
She peeks in
Stepping on to the train, to escape, to berate.
Block me out
Of the sound
She provokes
To incite, to inflame, so we’ll get ourselves away
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2. |
What He Is
04:39
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There’s pains in his stomach there’s pains in his head
He cries out in agony and collapses upon his bed
He tries to stay awake but he’s been up for days
He’s been thinking a lot and his mind has been made
And maybe he blames the people he knew
Or maybe he blames himself he’s through
Sprawled upon the bathroom floor
He’s in there again crying once more
Screaming for help bloods dripping from the walls
Who’s there to help him there’s no ones there
He lives by himself he wouldn’t dare
To tell anyone what he is
He’s made the first cut he’s nearly there
Finally worked up the courage but it couldn’t compare
His mind flicks back to the photographs of his past
And he knows that what he has done will last
His mother and his father will mourn for years
He wanted to hurt them and cause them tears
Sprawled upon the bathroom floor
He’s in there again crying once more
Screaming for help bloods dripping from the walls
Who’s there to help him there’s no ones there
He lives by himself he wouldn’t dare
To tell anyone what he is
Sprawled upon the bathroom floor
He’s in there again crying once more
Screaming for help bloods dripping from the walls
Who’s there to help him there’s no ones there
He lives by himself he wouldn’t dare
To tell anyone what he is
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3. |
Your Dance
04:07
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Wish
And you will receive
Through clenched teeth she led us to believe
To our dismay
She knew our place
Our complex host
Of old mistakes
Our withered grasp on all she could find
But we kept falling for her tricks
Those sticks and stones
Made nights end quick
Her bounded feet
Saw she was condoned
Stand stranded
Reach slowly
Hold out for your dance;
Your chance
Times of yore
Were her lost times
A minor painted
As a mime
No one to listen, no one to heed
She danced for them
With shortened hem
In a temple near the Thames
Sparks and sweat shading her shame
Never before had she been so alive
Just moving for pleasure, moving for their eyes
They asked for her parents, she told a lie
In her eyes
They had died, they had died
Stand stranded
Reach slowly
Hold out for your dance;
Your chance
One
Movement could get her a meaning, find for her a truth in being
Blind
To what she’d discovered: all the lovers, all the blood and cursed
To our dismay
She knew our place
Our complex host
Of old mistakes
Our withered grasp on all she could find
But we kept falling for her tricks
Those sticks and stones
Made nights end quick
Her bounded feet
Saw she was condoned
Stand stranded
Reach slowly
Hold out for your dance;
Your chance
Stand stranded
Reach slowly
Hold out for your dance;
Your chance
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4. |
Plague Of Doubt
03:13
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Somehow further placed on rewind -
Frame off focus; optics fading.
Each pronouncement made right at the time
Grows past;
Grows wrong
Cause we’re not that good
At looking onward
And knowing how we’ll feel.
A plague of doubt strewn through our hearts
One man’s
Black Death.
A measured worried walk on our own
Emotively we greet each other
Traumatised yet not the damaged ones
Much further
From
Cause we’re not that good
At looking onward
And knowing how we’ll feel.
A plague of doubt strewn through our hearts
One hand’s
Idle reach
Somewhat distant from the mess we’d pined
Eyes upright and interest rising
We knew only had so much time
We shared
Aubade’s
Cause we’re not that good
At looking onward
And all we know is how to see our parts replayed for somewhere north of thirty days
Phrasing
For assurance
The words
Of our reason
When it’s our hearts that got us here
Phrasing
For assurance
The words
Of our reason
When it’s our hearts that got us here
Departing with a tongue-tied goodbye
No embrace, not love – no hand shake
Peering back in hope of your return
But the swell –
It hides.
Cause We’re not that good
And looking onward
Where, we will be.
Well that plague of doubt strewn through our hearts
Has won
Phrasing
For assurance
The words
Of our reason
When it’s our hearts that got us here
Phrasing
For assurance
The words
Of our reason
When it’s our hearts that got us here
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5. |
Wish Me Away
04:26
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Strike a pose, are your hands shaking?
This buckled belt is more than just defence
A fool could bare that you’d hurt me once
This fool I have come to know
Faithfully, I’ll wait
For I saw you out there on your own
Do you recognise this golden watch?
Keeping time; rhythmically it holds.
That it meant so much won’t mean that much
When the clock hits the floor
Faithfully, I’ll wait
Since you told me ‘sit there, I’ll come home.’
So, I rebuke your clichés.
Who left our house in the first place?
‘You don’t know – if you walk it’s over so
This is the last move you’ll get to make.’
Wish me away
Of course I still miss you
You’ve lost me again
I hope that it hits you
Wish me away
Of course I still miss you
You’ve lost me again
I hope that it hits you
Faithfully I’ll wait
For I saw you out there on your own
Faithfully I’ll wait
Since you told me ‘sit there, I come home.’
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Albert Salt Melbourne, Australia
Albert Salt personifies eclecticism in music – seamlessly spanning genres and projects of distinct variation. His classical training and musical agility have seen him perform with the likes of Client Liaison, Kele, Boy & Bear, Jinja Safari, Safia and Julia Stone. ... more
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