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How To Steal A Car
04:31
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I had this dream I stole a car, tinkered with the wires
reversed it down the street, til the engine backfired
The rear view mirror was the only one
that I ever looked into, that I saw through
But I’ve never learned to drive. I just want to slash the tyres
Tow it to a scrapyard and set the thing on fire,
I want to leave a monument
To all my petty crimes, to the worst of times
Get away, Get away
Know that there’s no guarantee of an escape
Concentrate, Get it right
Keep the engine running, keep your knuckles white
Human traffic moves so fast, when the light is always green
In your perpetual motion Mystery Machine
All this ringing in my ears, but I can still hear myself scream
Fingernails dig deep into the tattered steering wheel
Like there isn’t already enough dirt down deep beneath
I raise my head up through the sunroof, high five the tunnel with my teeth
Bloodstains on the seats
This is not "Bullit".
It's not some gangster film.
It’s not Ballard.
It’s a drag,
Racing on a tank that’s running thin
Engine leaking, a petrol fuse long as the road
Throwing matches out a window, in the hope I might explode
Get away.
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Fangs And A Cape
03:25
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Let’s play a game.
Let’s strike fear into the hearts of the weak, let them cower at your name.
Let’s play pretend.
Let’s say you never parted company with imaginary friends.
He’s on the move.
Seeping through backstreets like piss though a cracked catheter tube
Eyes sunk on you.
Dead stare at x rated footage, a snuff film of youth
Who’s laughing now?
Where’s the hilarity in old jokes wrapped up in tape?
Those out for blood don’t give themselves away cheaply with fangs and a cape
Casually thumbing through Sotos and laughing
While somewhere at the edge of the suburbs a car door slams shut
And the knife of the past slides right into your gut
Have you sharpened the edge of your tongue today?
Have you noticed that everyone’s backing away?
Well your neighbours will laugh, and your neighbours will talk
But no one takes stock..
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Miracle Whip
02:36
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I’ve just had one, maybe two or three, maybe five or six, no one’s counting
It’s all gone south, spiders in my mouth, a barrel down the falls, the threat of drowning
My time is now recorded in Happy Hours, New York Minutes and Sloppy Seconds
Awake at 3, anxious as can be, cold dark clarity, the come down beckons
Take it easy on the miracle whip
You’ve bottled lightning but you can’t take a sip
The rats are waving but they’re leaving the ship
And they’ll be on dry land before you realise you’re underwater
You treat your body like a circus tent
You write the danger off as merriment
Keep throwing knives til there’s an accident, til you’re a
Funfair shutdown
My travel plans? a bag of Yes I Cans, off to Malt Disneyland, Heaven help me
I can’t recall, anything at all, what I said or did, no one tell me
A life spent in glasses and in jars, a bubble made of gold, perhaps I burst it?
If I weigh it up, the cost of feeling stuck, the constant feeling fucked, it isn't worth it
You'll be a death by misadventure
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Hucklebucker
03:09
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Stumble in your dancing shoes, two left feet left unaware
Swing your hips until you’re almost out of the spotlight’s glare
Both eyes stare into the distance, the weeks fly by in days
The rot slips into your foxtrot, sends your steps sideways
Dance in the prison yard for an audience of one
Pour more petrol on the Disco Inferno
Bending backwards, falling forwards, losing balance
On buckled knees when the lights are low
Because you’re restless / reckless
Keep one hand upon the bonnet all through the marathon
It’s a small world after all, you can only run so long
Drop kick choreography, to put you through your paces
Pick yourself up by bootstraps just to trip over your laces
You chase your own tail from town to town
Because there's no place like your home
Well here’s a dance that you should know:
It’s one you’ll have to do do alone
So take your bouquet of barbed wire
Give one final tidal wave
Stoop down,a last exhausted bow
Before you crawl home
You're careless
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Build Me A Monster
05:35
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Here is a house where nobody lives
Stare through the keyhole at cracks in my ribs
A haunted hotel wrapped up in skin
Sorry, no rooms left, I can’t let you in
I built a monster to chase off my fears
And whisper oblivion into my ears
Bats in the belfry, rocks in my head
Moths in the lampshade and shoes on the bed
Up on the roof, vertigo high
No moon in June just a starless night sky
Sing to keep calm while you're lost in the mine
Inside the black hole where everything’s fine
Saying “I’ve got nothing” just means “I’ve got nothing but time”
Mirror up on the wall
Who’s the unfairest to themselves of all?
Out they pour, metaphors, talk of landslides and riptides, it’s bullshit though
Drop the veil, truth prevails, there’s no romance, no poetry
You’re on your own
Drifting through life like a cloud made of bones
Bus rides to nowhere, sat checking my phone
Looking up facts about animals who die alone
There’s that monster again
Shows its teeth but I’ll keep it at arm’s length so no one gets hurt,
I can keep you at arm’s length so you won’t get hurt,
But my arms are so tired from being tied to the sides of a sickbed the whole of my life
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