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Wizards Of This Town
05:28
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Covered himself in cardboard armour
Marched into war with all his dreams
Sword strokes and special brew
Alone with all his foes
Heat-haze melted all your daily goals
To-do list ink run and blurred
Chewing gum stuck to both of your shoes
Laces tangled in funny knots
You go to sleep again
In the empty band stand
All your hopes are gone
And you don’t remember where
Bring me chicken bones,
Dead rats’ teeth and mobile phones
We’ll melt them down and boil up a little freedom
Draw the magic down
With a hopscotch maze and a paper crown
With pigeons as familiars we’re the wizards of this town
Lenses are gone but he still wears glasses
Hides from bully boys and thugs
Itches to try his hand at some sort of revenge
Don’t tell me you are better than him
You cast your spells again and laugh at all the doubting men
Who say it’s just coincidence all the times you get your way
Bring me chicken bones,
Dead rats’ teeth and mobile phones
We’ll melt them down and boil up a little freedom
Draw the magic down
With a hopscotch maze and a paper crown
With pigeons as familiars we’re the wizards of this town
Sing hallelujah when the earth spins
Sing exultations when the ground splits
Sing rubble piles and amputees
And faded civic memories
Do you remember when this town was somewhere?
Bring me chicken bones,
Dead rats’ teeth and mobile phones
We’ll melt them down and boil up a little freedom
Draw the magic down
With a hopscotch maze and a paper crown
With pigeons as familiars we’re the wizards of this town
It’s not street art, it’s sorcery
The plastic bags hanging in the trees
Are offerings to drunk inner-city dryads
They’re dark towers not ex-council blocks
And flocks of gulls can’t be ignored
They’re here to steal your lunch and steal your secrets
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2. |
Modern World
09:06
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Can you see her eyes shine
Do you see a wonder of the modern world?
Perfected and selected
Manufactured from the finest cloth and pearls
Latex lips and courtesies perfected
Who needs modern girls when the world’s been making dolls as good as this?
Do you see the muscles move under his flesh
Looks as good as the real thing
Can run a hundred miles and never lose his smile and never ask for anything
His rubber beauties just skin deep and perfect
Who needs modern boys when the toys that you can buy are as good as this
Paper money’s just as good as the ropes around your wrist
Do you exist, do you exist or have you started to live?
Arms out deep breath just start screaming no
They’ll grab you and drag you back in
Oh I told you so
The modern world it just won’t let you go.
Did you know your teeth are unnaturally straight underneath your perfect hair.
Got yourself a tie and all the latest trends but inside there’s nothing there
Latex thoughts and factory processed feelings
Who needs modern men when the ones that you buy are as good as this?
Paper money’s just as good as the ropes around your wrist
Do you exist, do you exist or have you started to live?
Arms out deep breath just start screaming no
They’ll grab you and drag you back in
Oh I told you so
The modern world it just won’t let you go.
The devil take the hindmost
So don’t be at the back
Don’t be so slow to judge
Slow to react
The hidebound will be bitten on their heels
So I won’t be early and I won’t be too late for the men of experiment.
Wide awake watching the sun-rise
The city on the horizon, teeth against the sky, over-crowded with all these empty people
I want you here with me in our forest cold
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They smell a lot like love
And have beady little eyes
And every time they speak
They tell another lie
It's mirrors and it's smoke
It’s all make-up and ropes
Connects you to everything
So you'll never be alone
March on in their name
Call down our new friends
It's not where they've come here from
It's where they'll take us to
The taste is on my tongue
Salty and it's sweet
Family and friends
They never could compete
There's neon in the air
A promise thick as sin
Tendrils through your hair
Connects you to everything
March on in their name
Call down our new friends
It's not where they've come here from
It's where they'll take us to
Two of us coiled in desire weakness turns us to three and to four and to five
Feels like I'm floating, revolting and vomiting something, but don't count their eyes
Smells like familiar, like love, like regret, like the things that we taste when we die
Needles in veins, into eyes, don't we lie, when we lie down with things from the sky
But there's nothing in the sky at all
Nothing coming down to meet us
Only weather balloons and falling stars
Weather balloons and falling stars
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4. |
West Wind
05:42
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Maybe they're dead
Maybe they moved away
Wrote all of his feelings down
They haven't replied
Tied them to balloons and then
Let them float away
Into the sky
They haven't replied
One minute longer, while the west wind still blows
Yellowing scrolls
A pen that he carved himself
Flying kites in the sun
He only wants to be seen
He could not say out loud what he's scared is true
They haven't replied cos they no longer care
One minute longer, while the west wind still blows
Under the words and behind all the letters
All of the message he tried to send
Over the reeds and behind the horizon
Somewhere he knows the west wind must blow
Tried sending smoke signals, tried waving flags
Screamed himself hoarse but he's had no reply
Maybe he'd stop, an unwilling hermit
but not when there's a faint breeze in the sky
Only one minute longer
One minute longer
While the west wind still blows
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5. |
Patterns Of Light
03:22
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Spin till you've lost your head
Spin till the world is dead then in head in new directions
Sour overlaid with sweet
Soft, nothing good to eat forced between your teeth
There dancing on the wall
There in the deep of night
These patterns of light
Have come to help save you
These patterns of light play on the wall
Scream out a melody
Screams echo silently
And head in all directions
There dancing on the wall
There in the deep of night
These patterns of light
Have come to help save you
These patterns of light play on the wall
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They come out when the night falls
And dance in the streetlights,
They crawl out from their hidey-holes when no-one's there to see.
They kiss under the star shine
Play games in the gutters
Sardines and hide and seek while the waking world is gone
If we just let them play away in the night time
They won't come to the places we sleep
They're nothing but a rumour
A glimpse in the distance
the stories of their tails and teeth have never been confirmed
They kiss you when you're sleeping
Sing songs that you don't hear
They vanish if you stir, or sigh, or call out in your sleep
If we just let them play away in the night time
They won't come to the places we sleep and make mischief
By cutting up all of our dreams
Save us your lies
We all know that they're there
They're all waiting for the night to come
When none of us awake
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The dried bones of the latest beauty
Silky skin all ripped and torn
An image to fit your outer skin
Shed tears, dripping make-up
The cost of washing coloured eyes
An image to fit your outer skin
Drop Dead's punching above his weight
A finger in their eyes
On his arm venetian soaked bare skin
A velvet coated lie
Drop Dead's punching above his weight in this watchmaker's world
The blood worms they all laugh at him
All eyelashes and curls
Cuts in the dark, branded love
Largest sin, metallic taste
An image to fit your outer skin
The King in Yellow, a queen in red
Clockwork smiles, tired eyes
An image to fit your outer skin
Drop Dead's punching above his weight
A finger in their eyes
On his arm venetian soaked bare skin
A velvet coated lie
Drop Dead's punching above his weight in this watchmaker's world
The blood worms they all laugh at him
All eyelashes and curls
Overflowing red
Overflowing me
Drop Dead's punching above his weight again
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8. |
Tinfoil King
06:08
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A coastal scene crawling east
All the dogs aglow
The whole thing'd look so beautiful
If only they could go
With it all set alight
With it all set ablaze
A spider’s wish for easy prey
A deer in headlight's gaze
The world would look so beautiful
Finally set ablaze
When it crumbles to dust
When it crumbles to ash
Our Tinfoil King stands all alone
He says ‘Are you what they sent? Are you dangerous?’
Your lights are on there's no-one home
You got your cardboard sword
You got your little throne
Scratching out your name in dust
Pissing in a ditch
The stars above are meaningless when you’re clawing at an itch
Our Tinfoil King stands all alone
He says ‘Are you what they sent? Are you dangerous?’
Your lights are on there's no-one home
You got your cardboard sword
You got your little throne
Our keen edge should cut us
But something's dulled our blade
This dirty devil weakness
That made us all afraid
Before this creeping plague that
Pines for better flesh
This Dirty Devil Weakness
That made us all forget
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9. |
Demon
04:51
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Tom Slatter London
A latter-day Victorian street-theatre barker with a guitar promising tales of mystery, imagination, ‘orrible murders and bloody great waving tentacles’ is how Tom Slatter has been described. Since 2010 he has been scaring audiences with six albums and numerous EPs of storytelling songs. ... more
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