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don't take it personal - the day's dull
it's the liminal i'm after to make fun
of evenings bored awake
don't wake me i'll sleep 'till tomorrow
i'll beg, steal or borrow
gently drift away
don't break it up, no taking off, i'm turning over after you go
don't wake me i'll sleep in - it's no go
i didn't want to say so
taking the fun away
it's OK I know what you're saying
you live for those day things
and i'm out on the night, night, night
don't break it up, no taking off, i'm turning over after you go
don't hate me I won't take forever
I'm a tired little feller
sleeping through the day - yey!
it's OK I know what you're thinking
but I wouldn't draw distinctions
between wrongfulness and right - right?
don't break it up, I'm taking off, i'm turning over after you go
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emily & henry
gary, mark & matt
their teal Fiat mounting the curb
grin with teeth at all, absurdly
bystanders mix emotions:
some irate - others cheered
like carol & donald & david & rhea
currently gaining the steps of a bus
emily powers the window
and keys the engine stop
early morning
a town in england
swift sunrise followed by
occasional blue sky
old men in mysterious conversation outside the community centre
in aprons
two red umbrellas hang on a barbed wire fence
the discarded remains of an unknown story
someone's rain security
lost
suspicious junkie - head bowed holy
passed out, outside The Shanghei
his head bowed holy, almost to the floor
with his arse still on the chair
a cherubim of contortion, a balance-clown
up to touch the pivot now
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if you stumble walking down the road
ain't no trouble, it's no extra load
i will help you get up and go
it ain't no trouble
trouble don't heavy my load
if you tumble down the stairs
have no worries, just pick up your cares
i will help you by being your friend
there'll be no trouble, no worries again
there'll be no trouble, no worries again
and i will heighten your low
if you stumble i will lighten the load
if you should stumble walking down the road
ain't no trouble, it's no extra load
i will help you get up and go
it ain't no trouble
trouble don't heavy my load
if you feel like you can't go on
if your upside goes invariably wrong
i will help you back to where you belong
there'll be no trouble, no worries anon
and i will salvage your sins
be your tonic and your painkilling pills
i used to turn for hours and hours, forever slumbering in my bed
and like the people on the streets in their crowds, Oh Lord!
i never knew that i was dead
because i never knew that i'd been born
i used to turn from hour to hour, like a picture frame without a wall
restless, afraid, living lonely made me happy
never knew that i was born
Lord, I never knew that I was born
i never knew that i was born
never knew that i was born
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your new yawnmower mows and rolls along about my head
attached to your wrist with a piece of grey cotton
ablur, with gadgets and motors
(in this season's dashing silver chromewear)
it flits on 'waiting' around the room
electronic antenna protruding sideways
at the slightest intimation of boring conversation from me
I am to understand that it will descend rapidly and
in step of my neck, remove my head
in step of my neck, remove my head
yawnmower - i've got a new
yawnmower, yeah! - have you seen my
yawnmower - it's brand new
yawnmower, yeah! - tell me have you seen my
yawnmower - it's brand new
yawnmower, yeah! - tell me have you seen my
yawnmower - it's brand new
electronic antenna protruding sideways
yawnmower
yawnmower, yeah!
yawnmower
yawnmower, yeah! - tell me have you seen my
yawnmower - it's brand new
yawnmower, yeah! - i've got a new
yawnmower
yawnmower, yeah!
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we have our ways, our ways find means
the Winter King and his harvest feast
burn the wood man! make him dead!
kill the thing he represents!
hoist him up with rope or string!
make him dangle! make him swing!
eternity is found again!
in the sea mixed up with the sun
burn the wood man! make him dead!
kill the thing he represents!
feed him up with flowers and leaves!
sacrifice him for our needs!
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insides mixing up in death or glory
until you know which heart will come to bare
then let me know
what you thought of me, did you like my stories
do I get the part?
black clouds paying out in silver linings, who'd've thought?
rebounding from the grey - a little more everyday
will you care for me?
I'm tired of being lonely
sunlight breaking out on new horizons, from the dark
when all parts reflect the change it's a transitory gain
insides mixing up in death or glory
until you know which heart will come to bare
then let me know
what you thought of me, did you like my stories
do I get the part?
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you know i've been trying so hard for you baby
i really done the best that i could
woman, you know i've been trying so hard
it's all i do night and day baby
you know woman
trying trying trying trying
the path was full of twilight, uncertainty lay ahead!
i had a mind to keep on drinking
yes and go on until i was dead
go sleepy to the graveyard and take my rest
like the petrified relic of some long-forgotten cares
a mechanical/reactional, alchemically habitual, genetically dysfunctional fool
i'm a nice guy but if i'm insincere i'll be
straight with you, straight with you, always be straight with you
you know i've been trying so hard for you baby
i really done the best that i could
yeah! i've been trying so hard
it's all i do night and day baby
you know woman
trying trying trying
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she loves like a vampire
so give her all your pain and sorrow
you'll either be her saviour
or one last nail
for the ninth time I dissolved
and it seems that this has become my role
because she's got me
because she's got me holding on
lovelost at such a cost
tried to lead but she begged off
and left me reeling on the rollercoaster, obvious
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see her today when she wakes, breathing the world out in front of her
lift up your sleepy head
feeding the cats as she's waiting for the kettle to boil
to have a nice cup of tea
Jessica Popkiss
Jessica Popkiss
see Jessica Popkiss
the locksmith opens the gate and arranges the irregular shapes
and pieces the puzzle's remainder with her skeleton key
oh it always goes so easily for
Jessica Popkiss
she's sweeter than chocolates
oooh, she's looking gorgeous
see Jessica Popkiss
ever the optimist, she's levelling up my best
see Jessica - standing on her own feet
she's a girl - doing it in her own way
Jessica's way
the sun's peeking over the hill
she says, 'Good Morning' to the heels of the gardener
who lifts up a sleepy head
taking the bus at the corner she is off on her way
let's find out what's in store today for
Jessica Popkiss
she's sweeter than chocolates
oooh, she's looking gorgeous
see Jessica Popkiss
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tiny tastemakers and sandcastle kings
living in grand houses, stained glass from broken dreams
they run the numbers and the racket all over town
from the waterfront to the whore house, at the dog tracks they move the White & the Brown
they've got it locked down, there's nowhere else to go
see the sad houses there at the foot of the hill
they used to stand in someone's sunshine, now they lean in weeds and remember
all up the pavement in single file, see the shuffling bereavement of the L.S. Lowry people
they float about in their tatterdemalion nests
bundled up together, in bleak with tired regrets
pay the gatekeeper push your nose right up to the gate
see the on-trend go-betweeners, playlisting the latest hot-takes
sick psychic vampires waiting for the product to come
i've been working at the blood bank, submitting my heart on a pump
running in circles, chasing my tail for a taste
still taking it personal, in a fish-bowl with a million else
here comes The Governer with his industry insider chic
he's a haircut full of buzz-words, like a fly around shit
his lips let slip what his eyes deny
he condescends but never lightly
often when beaten he'll lessen the ploy
like a wolf playing dead - like Ali did
red rag to my bullish interior
red rag! red rag!
see the men in the middle, pushing paper and closing the deal
see the fly land on the flower to no avail
fucking bottom-feeders, end of the alphabet males
girls in white adidas with rainbow-painted nails
tiny tastemakers and sandcastle kings
living in glass houses
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2022's singles, some remixed, most remastered.
released January 31, 2023
