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Musketeers
04:17
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Hey my lovelies don’t be shy
Quiet as my voice is here’s a rallying cry
I would ride into battle for all of you
Hey my loves now don't be shy
I can only give myself to you half of the time
But that’s better than nothing they say
I will make it up to you in any way I can
Here’s to howling at the moon, to laughter in the face of sleep
Fail we may but sail we must, between the shallow and the deep
Neither conjoined nor detached, but our names are traced in wet cement
Wonder years lived underground, playing in a vault of time well spent
Bad days get chased away by peers
So let’s hear it for our musketeers
Here's to sidekicks and third wheels, I’ll take stitches for my common thread
Sewing up our paper cuts, the scars from cards that we’ve been dealt
It’s been on my mind all day, I keep thinking of this thing you said
“All the mystery all the time”
Declare your intentions, swear allegiance to those closest to you
To hell with convention, I’ll follow if you lead, we are all we need
Remember, on days where you could drown
That there’s power, power in breaking down
And those dark clouds lessen over years
So let’s hear it for our musketeers
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People Skills
03:32
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Realistically
Noone wants to assume this position
Noone want to feel the whip hand slide up their knee
Momentarily
Turn the other cheek, wait for the sting again
‘Cos statistically
You’ve got two faces but there’s just one of me
You’ve got the people skills of a cult leader, of a drug dealer; talk me into the handcuffs like servitude’s a relief
You’ve got the people skills of a snake oil salesman, corrupt policeman; your charm offensive is armed to the teeth
Up up and away in your gaslit balloon
As you keeping stirring the pot with your stained silver spoon
You’ve got the people skills of a cult leader, of a drug dealer;
Leader in chief of the bullshitter’s guild
You’ve got the people skills of a snake oil salesman, corrupt policeman;
You don’t get to level a house that you didn’t build
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Misery Hill
04:42
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Through a bus window at 6am, condemned to see the dawn again, the grey unveiling commuter parade.
Get off, snake your way down Wormwood Gate, arriving early, leaving late, ensuring lights get kept on, bills get paid.
Every ceiling lowers, every door slams shut in seconds flat
From a smile on your face to a smack in your mouth just like that
Skim all your stones across the river. Wish upon a star,
Throw your pennies in the well
You’ll rest vicarious at best, until the morning bell
Pacing Misery Hill after 9, a history that draws a line from corpses hangingto a walking stiff
Water mirroring the neon strips, dying on the vine in between sips of whatever grape or grain skews you whiff
Did you really think these strangers would embrace you like a son?
Sighing trigger warnings, wrestling daily with a loaded with a gun
Think about your place in this world, think about how far you’ve left to go.
Stress yourself out thinking of it, sometimes it’s best not to think at all
Optimistic, foolish, to think anyone would put up with your shit
All the world’s a stage, and you’ve been suffering stage fright all your life
Moan about your breadcrumb trail. but there’s still butter on your knife
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Yes // No
04:21
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Sorry, my mind was somewhere else
Lost at a ticker tape parade
Where it’s raining brightly painted razor blades
Sorry, I was crushed under the wheels
Of a phantom carriage passing
I bark like a dog, trying to get its’ money back
There’s a ouija board inside my head
That connects me to a sleeping dread
I'm a planchette and I hovers slow
Under dead hands between “yes” and “no”
The werewolf in the mirror’s feeling limber
It’s time to do the “Thriller” dance routine
My brain’s the glove compartment of a hearse now
A ghost caught in a hydraulic machine
I’m living on the dark side of my pillows
There’s nameless terrors scratching at my windows
I’m a levitating corpse floating in limbo
Eyes shut , I can’t wake up, Oh wait there’s my alarm clock again
Meh, ignore wherever I just said
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