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Ginger Ale Part 2
03:36
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c/am, e but with index on b, Am, F
I called you twice last night
You denied me both times
That's okay I can deal by myself
But I'm so glad you're not in my life
I know you loved yourself
more than I ever could and I believe it's okay, if not good
put me in my place because you clearly dont need me
but fuck off if you ever think of yourself as lonely
Because you have a system of support you'd never give to someone else.
and days'n'daze says it's that and a clean bill of health
you'd never realise how terrifying it is to look in the mirror
and see someone you don't recognise even clearer
Please just cling on to any resemblence you see
Because nostalgia will paint a bad picture of me
I met her twice in one week
but I never felt strong
but her gentle velvet touch
always belonged
beautiful and stoned
tasted like smoke
tangled her fingers
disappeared into letters when I awoke
when this song ends you'll clap and return
living lives and you'll miss me when im gone
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She was from a place out of town with no
connections to this sunny dune
an all night aeroplane from middle of thailand and
a puffed up scar adorning her face
and she carried, a scarlet case
ready to storm the world
she was denied entry to a few places
lack of identity, lack of home
but she sang and she sang and god
it would move a room
and it wouldn't matter what words she'd say
they meant the world
She'd sing
"I don't believe in heroes
But a few people have
Made me so close to changing
It must be love."
He was from a place from inside these walls
Lived in the same damn town
Scared of people, bored of it all
he turned away from freedom
but he'd carry, endless guilt
ready to fuck the world
Isolation wasn't much of a gift
after all,
he'd sing "Hail satan tonight!"
all alone
and he'd sing and nobody would pay mind
but she did, and
he'd sing
"I don't believe in lovers.
Few have hurt me so kind,
I think your eyes are wonderful.
Could you be mine?"
I don't believe in endings,
and that's why
these characters i've scripted
are immortal in design
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I was never any happier than when I was with you
I felt like I could
Go
Through
Anything
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4. |
An Alien Called Jon Bovi
03:33
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044200 007750
I heard it on the radio
I dont want to hear bad news anymore
let me breathe
let me dream of pasture
and the screams are from outside
The trees outside are on fire
it's getting hot in here
I just want you to call me
and you to make it clear
The world outside is bleeding
In my room i'm still breathing
and i'm trying on new clothes
please stay don't let me go
I heard my front door close
out through mouth and in through nose
let me see
let me feel you with my eyes
The world outside is squealing
in a process of healing and i'm
good I promise i'm good I promise
the world outside has been dead for months
I'm fine in my sanctuary and I'm doing alright on my
own
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5. |
It's not a love story
01:57
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Am G plucked
How can I think you're beautiful
when i've never seen your face
you're described so profoundly
i cant quite place
my finger on why you're so vivid in my mind
even so to put you on any pedestal would be
unkind
as if you're flesh
not scrawling of someone I've never even met
i'm trying to reach to you
oh god it's so pathetic I hate myself
and I hate her too
i'm trying to not be apathetic
and leave this cursed room
please god! take me! i'm a failure of a man
and I'm destitute without any resemblence of a plan other than
wake read sleep, wake read sleep try not to eat
wake read sleep, the comfort comes when it repeats like a
swallow's nest like a faded tattoo
like that ivy that strangles a tree until it's leaves turn blue
Oh god, like that, i'm thinking of death
in, my mind, it's hard to catch a breath
oh god, passing out is easier anyway
i'll get to be happy another day
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pluck 700 500 300 200 300 500
I'm dreaming of girls I haven't kissed yet
Dreamed of their cotton hair
I don't think you know how lonely i truly am being a selfish git
Fill in the void with laughtracks and cutaways
try to free from shackles and love you in a new way because
I can't seem to cope without you in my mind
I wish i could just leave you behind and I'm
struggling so hard like the gift of the magi to
provide and still somehow love you
you're foul and wrong but I cant help but pine
I can't help but push against cotton while wishing you were mine and i'll
try to push against you with all my might
get through this year
if it kills me outright
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244000
355000
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Understand though we are through
I'd still help you
i'd hold you chin up high and i'd
hope it's alright
alright
I'm your rockstar
In your fucked heart
leave me be
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9. |
Fig Tree Blues
01:47
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032400 002400 022400
Do I want you to suffer
Is that what I need
do I need you unhappy
do i have to see you bleed can you
My friends were right about you
you're nothing but bad news
but I'm standing on this flooded ship
always born to lose
When you needed me i was right there
standing by your side
You've disappeared now when I don't
think i can be alive
Is this love?
I don't think it is
Because I dont think you're more than
a selfish prick
hedonistic, defining what I hate
you can't fix this, it's already too late
like a home that's been broken into by a mob,
i'll cover myself in my bed and hope the burning stops
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10. |
I've Woken Up, now what?
02:26
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3 UP
riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend
of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to
Howth Castle and Environs.
Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passen-
core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy
isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor
had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse
to Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumper
all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to
tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a
kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in
vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a
peck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory
end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.
The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-
ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur-
nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later
on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the
offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,
erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends
an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:
and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park
where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-
linsfirst loved livvy.
4 UP
What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-
gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu
Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still
out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-
pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie
Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear!
Sanglorians, save!
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Will I see you there
Will I see you there
when the final engine blows
when the final crystal glows
I know it's unfair
to ask you to be there and I know
oh lord I know
Rejoice for there isn't much worth fighting for
Rejoice because you can only create
rejoice because you know
it all one day will go and we'll be
better off without you
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