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Napoleonic Blues
03:33
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Wisdom teeth march like Hannibal,
it's his ivory against my enamel.
Arms rest in Napoleonic blues,
they're prussian or cobalt with nothing left to lose.
And your fingers are all industrial military,
in complex gestures that reach out to me.
And your complex gestures reach out to me,
and your obscene intent won't defeat me,
your complex gestures reach out to me,
but your obscene intent won't unseat me.
Where do we go to?
March up that hill.
What do we see here?
March up that hill.
Where is my home sir?
March up that hill.
What are we doing here?
Just march up that hill.
Wisdom teeth still march like Hannibal,
his ivory pressed against my enamel.
Arms rest in Napoleonic blues,
they're prussian or cobalt with nothing left to lose.
And your fingers are all industrial military,
in complex gestures that reach out to me.
That reach out to me. They reach out to me.
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2. |
Shallow Song
04:40
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On and on and still it goes on.
And your chorus repeats in your shallow song.
You did what you said I still think you are wrong.
And the chords stay the same in our callous song.
On and on, further on it will go.
And we wait patiently for a faster tempo.
You mean what you say, I still think you are wrong,
and the verse still repeats in this shallow song.
On and on and still it goes on, and your chorus repeats in your callous song,
You mean what you say I still think you are wrong and your verse just repeats in this shallow song.
Sulphur smile, man I know that scene,
Those places that runway that I haven't been, that I haven't been, and I'll never be.
Direct plot-lines and soft-seat addiction. This could be an airport fiction, an airport fiction. Where I'll never be.
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3. |
Follow Alexandria
04:24
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I checked it's empty,
rain from sea,
eroding pavements and tenements,
and all the while,
soaking me.
Silent sirens,
skylined lines,
follow Alexandria
for sleepless nights.
This is not a simple geography,
follow Alexandria slowly and patiently.
This is not an easy geometry,
follow Alexandria patiently and slowly.
This is no didactic history,
follow Alexandria slowly and faithfully...
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4. |
Faultline
03:12
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There's a faultline in your bloodline and it runs deep,
talk of tectonic platelets and tremors in your sleep.
Your sleep.
Attractive as it is to set up dichotomies,
I felt that island slip and move, move away from me.
There's a rift you've opened up between tongue and cheek,
and the earth your you shake an inheritance for the weak.
The weak.
**
Your blood opens up a line for your two feet,
I want your footpath to shift and draw close to me for:
There's a faultline in my bloodline and it runs deep.
There's a faultline...
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