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Tick Tock Punk Rock
02:44
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She called me sir,
Are you sure?
I don’t feel responsible,
A gentleman,
Oh not again,
It’s reprehensible.
And the good ol’ days they
Seem so far away
And the good ol’ days they
Didn’t always feel that way.
Looking back I don’t regret a thing
I’d do it all again yeah,
Skipping school and all day drinking,
Throwing up in the evening,
Late nights, no sleep til morning,
Getting home when the day was dawning,
Looking back I wouldn’t change a thing,
I don’t regret anything yeah
Greying hair
And out of shape
Working for a living
Out of touch
And out of time
A product of my era
I guess I should accept that
I am older now
I guess I should accept that
I’m an adult now
Looking back I don’t regret a thing
I’d do it all again yeah,
Skipping school and all day drinking,
Throwing up in the evening,
Late nights, no sleep til morning,
Getting home when the day was dawning,
Looking back I wouldn’t change a thing,
I don’t regret anything yeah
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2. |
Pretty Grim
04:20
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Can’t see,
Can’t breathe,
Smoke is all I smell,
Rising seas,
Burning fields,
And a sky grey with ash.
They have the might,
They’re in control,
They make the laws,
They set the tone,
They know what’s best,
Or so they drawl,
How can we change,
When the old won’t grow.
Dig deep,
Get rich,
Whatever the cost,
I’ll keep trying,
If you’re dying,
It’s no skin off my nose.
They have the might,
They’re in control,
They make the laws,
They set the tone,
They know what’s best,
Or so they drawl,
How can we change,
When the old won’t grow.
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3. |
Office
01:14
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Progression is slow
Ambition is tiresome
You climb one mountain
Then you see a higher one, haha
Being good is not good enough
You need access to excel
Oh my word, I'm so one note
And my outlook it don't look well
You'll have to speak up
No one can hear you
Enjoy your stand up desk
We'll speak again in a year or two
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4. |
Your Move Chuckles
02:28
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Borrowing obscurities from obscurities
These missives sifted through a machine
Trying to alight to a centre, a rhythm
Creative arrhythmia through a machine
Hit a brick wall
Wait until Monday morning
It’s not happening
A machination manifest
In unfinished words and sentences
Barely sand, barely water, bearable now
Curable so heading up as a parabola
These missives sifted through a machine
It's my machine, my machine
Tomorrow feet on the floor for security
Word one to umpteen an atrocity
How is that helpful?
It’s a desperate moment
And I’ll tell you why
Lights under my feet as I dance
To the curated rhythms of my chapel of the morning
Where I enter my machine, enter my machine
It is machine, it is my machine
They’re my machines
They’re my machines
Mine mine
Mine mine mine
Your move, chuckles
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5. |
Globular
04:44
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I wish I had no corners
I wish my lines weren't straight
My body feels so alien
Can I be born the wrong shape?
Sweet, rounded spheroid
Not a nub in sight
You'll roll gently downhill
Spinning off stage right
You take such pretty pictures
In sporting magazines
Your sunkissed circumference
Haunts my fever dreams
I look down and see angles
Jagged, pointed peaks
You beautiful rotund bastard
How globular you seem
I know this isn't healthy
I know my mind's not right
I know that after surgery
I won't heal overnight
"Body dysmorphia?"
The doctor frowns at me
Yes, I'm sure I want this
Yes, I've tried therapy
I know that there's no going back
I know you'll be able to tell
I don't want cubes of my own
So fuck it, what the hell
Cut off my vertices
Smoothe out my shell
Fix me, shape me, heal me
Make me globular as well
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