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Spoopy!
03:31
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Since the spring I've been hanging round
Don't go to bed and I can't go out
Just aground on the same old ground
See if that stupid cat comes round
I find I'm drawn to focusing on negatives
Live on cereal and preservatives
Not enough highlights from dawn to twilight
Too much blue light, not enough true light
Don't get me started on the endless scroll
The ghouls swarming to the grassy knoll
So much vitriol, so little soul
IT ALL SEEMS SO RUTHLESS
And now the truth is
I feel spooky! in the dead of night
My reflection is in black and white
Yeah I'm spooky! Got a head full of sewage
I dream in stock footage
I'm losing touch with reality
Finger off the pulse of who really likes me
A disclaimer if you want to know me
Is that I'm creaky, I'm kooky, I'm altogether spooky
I feel the walls closing in on me
My cross words not as hard as they appear to be
I'm less cryptic
More like a cryptid
Feel like my next trick is
Being shown where the crypt is
I feel myself trying to draw out the evenings
As if a late night is not just self-defeating
I wonder why my weeks are passing me by
It's not even like I'm getting high
I'm feeling low but there's nowhere to climb
Nothing matters and nobody minds
All these circles we go round in lines
Are driving me loopy
And it occurs to me
I feel spooky! in the dead of night
My reflection is in black and white
Yeah I'm spooky! Got a head full of sewage
I dream in stock footage
I'm losing touch with reality
Finger off the pulse of who really likes me
My disclaimer if you want to know me
Is that I'm creaky, I'm kooky, I'm deeply fucking spooky
I don't understand who I am anymore - I'm probably just spooky
This is not a metaphor - I'm probably just spooky
Less sensational, more sensationalist - probably cause I'm spooky
Why am I so listless? Maybe I should make me a list - it starts with that I'm spooky
Yeah I'm spooky!!! in the dead of night
My reflection is in black and white
Yeah I'm spooky! Got a head full of sewage
I dream in stock footage
Yeah I'm spooky-
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Fly-Tipped Mattress
02:51
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I guess it's daunting
Not knowing which house you'll be haunting,
But that still won't excuse
The shabby ruse
That you are courting.
You say "it's not for us,
This normal life, this verse and chorus."
But you don't want to sleep on the fly-tipped mattress in the forest.
It's exhaustion from the dread and the pain
Where every single day is the same
Insurmountable odds again
It's the dread that's completely mundane.
I'll give you credit
You would regret it once you'd said it
But we can't fix it in post-production or leave it off the edit.
It's frustrating
A life of constant hesitating
But the plane to Tahiti could be hijacked while you're still waiting.
It's the little things that give you hope,
It's the knot tied at the end of the rope,
But like Anna at the front of the train,
You have to make the leap to make the change.
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Angels at Twilight
02:07
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A butterfly
Flaps its wings in Paraguay
And it causes a monsoon in Spain
I use deodorant
And ostriches and rodents
Are consumed in a New Zealand flame
I blame myself for my carbon footprint
But I spend my time thinking of baser instincts
Coz everything, everything, tells me that I've made a mistake
I could write about systemic brutality, children trapped in a cage
I could write that racism is a mindset every day we struggle to escape
But, at 3am, regimes
And the media machine
Isn't what I contemplate
Coz everything, everything, everything tells me that I've made a mistake
I could have like 20 kids, live up a mountain and swim in a Peruvian lake
Or say "sure, one more whisky won't kill me" and end up dead of booze intake
I could learn to be less self-centred
Dismantle power structures at their epicentre
But everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything tells me that I've made a mistake
No matter what pages you have to turn
No matter what bridges you have to burn
When you learn the lesson you need to learn
Then the sun will shine
Yeah the sun will shine on you
No matter what places you have to leave
No matter what dumb shit you believed
When you want to make the world a better place and that's what you achieve
Then the sun will shine
Yeah the sun will shine on you
When you're all out of fucks to give
When they forget, but you don't forgive
When you figure out what you need to do to live the life you want to live
Then the sun will shine
Yeah the sun will shine on you.
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Year Without a Summer Coventry, UK
Beach-shack post-punk. Solo play in the bedroom. Sailed from St Annes, washed up in Coventry. Interests include apocalypse survival, false memories, moths.
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