1. |
Smoke
03:13
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Don't make me go to the city
Don't make me fake for a few
Don't kill me I am too pretty
It seems I'm wasted on you
Come Monday you wouldn't know me
Barefoot in posh leather shoes!?
Come Monday I hate to be me
I think I'd rather be you, wouldn't you?
I don't know if I can make it
Awake through such a nightmare
I'm scared I'm not gonna take it
...and that could lead anywhere
So catch the cut in a stare
And bleed to death in a glare
So catch the cut in a glare
And bleed to death in a stare
Woah oh oh oh oh ohhhh
Woah oh oh oh oh ohhhh
Woah oh oh oh oh ohhhh
Woah oh oh oh oh ohhhh
Woah oh oh oh oh ohhhh
Woah oh oh oh oh ohhhh
Woah oh oh oh oh ohhhh
oh oh ah ah ahhhhhhhrgh...
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2. |
Howl
04:33
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There's a late smoke in a dim room
On a week night as the bed looms
With a head full as the white moon
That sets light to the dull gloom
Awoo!
Awoo hoo hoo!
Awoooooo!
Phone me up and talk me down and
Draw me in and kick me out tonight
the four walls of this room
Look like a prison in this light
Sealed in wax
That drips from burning candles at both ends
I hope this moment
Makes it into memory with friends
Awoo!
Awoo hoo hoo!
Awoooooo!
I fall awake
Into a sleep
And wake up on all fours
This lock in is turning into another early doors
Out on a limb in the boot at the foot of the flats!
Out on a limb in the boot at the foot of the flats!
Tied to promises I can't keep
Bleeding palms skid down the street
The board snagged shackles at my feet
And threw me to my knees
Can I just keep on rolling like the rock of Earth beneath me?
Can I just keep on rolling like the wheels beneath me, please?
Don't roll me over steamroller
The world, she spins a day
Into a web of weeks and months to trap me as her prey
Howl...
(Rock of ages)
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3. |
925
03:25
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I love my phone
I love the dog and bone
I love the fact that I cannot be alone
I love my car
I have to drive quite far
To earn enough to pay to drive to work
I love my music
I love music and clothes
(as long as it's not modern because what the fuck do kids know!?)
I love my life so I'm trying not to die
I tell a lie...
Stick a needle in my eye!
I'm alive
I'm living 9 to 5
I'm in the prime of a healthy working life... LOOK!
I'm keeping fit
I'm wrapped around a fitbit
My body is a temple, though I tend to worship shit
I'm doing well (barring my mental health)
I'm fat around the face
but on the books I'm doing well
I tell myself as I climb into a slim fit
Suit I bought from Next
Navy blue, 40" chest
It seems I love
All the things that I should hate
No wonder in the mirror I see nothing but a state
I'm alive
I'm living 9 to 5
I'm in the prime of a healthy working life... LOOK!
I had a spell
Got a clean bill of health
Thank fuck a pill can mute a dying soul crying for help.
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Amington Shores Tamworth, UK
A Tamworth band.
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Joe Bradbury
Matt James
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