1. |
Northridge '94 (A Movie)
04:46
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hello operator
there's a hole in the earth
it's pitch black
and i can't get my tv to work
and what are all these strange lights
hanging in the sky?
spread out like a painting
blinking like a billion eyes
it reminds me
it reminds me of a book i read
or maybe it's a movie
and maybe i’m the star
(ha ha)
hello operator
there's a hole in my heart
can't get the wheels to spin
can't get my car to start
and how do these explosions
get turned into words
stuffed into a suitcase too small
caged up like a singing bird
it reminds me
it reminds me of a song i heard
or maybe it's a movie
maybe it's all just a movie
hello year two-thousand
will you remember my name?
i was driving past your window
and everything looked different
but kind of the same
and who were all those strangers
talking in my head
couldn't make out their faces
or hear a word they said
it reminds me
it reminds me of a book i read
or maybe it's a movie
and maybe i’m the star
(ha ha)
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2. |
No Way
05:02
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no way
i came here to forget those things
i can't stay
but let me be uncynical
for one more second
one more lightyear
one imploding sun
wherever this may go
it has begun
far away
far away from earthly troubles
life again
pirouettes among the corals
does every heart
does every alien
get the urge to run?
wherever this may go
it has begun
a face you remember
and all those you forget
and then there’s everyone
you’ve never even met
but the question of scale
is easily dropped
as the face across the table
grows larger
no way
got no room
for any major changes
but take this thought wherever you want
and rearrange the furniture
my kidneys and my lungs
wherever this may go
it has begun
no way
and then i find a way of saying
maybe
and then i find a way of saying
yes please
and then i find a way of saying
change me
change me
change me
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3. |
Upstream
04:20
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secrets
you can't tell your secrets to the midday sun
but the moon will listen to anyone
distract me from the shape of things to come
the world is just a ball of string waiting to be undone
it will take a million people to colonise mars
here's fifteen ways to bake an egg
you won't believe what happens next
distractions, distractions
through the walls they come
through waves
under waves
in waves
to my thumb
oh to be locked in
to be drifting gently
downstream
high fever burning
spreading
sweeping through the marshlands
insects and birds
buzzing to higher ground
the names of plants
we can't remember
a scratch on the ankle
a bite from a snake
a dream of a jungle
but the jungle is always
always awake
awake
dreaming
you can't be dreaming under midday sun
but the light from this distance
forgives everyone
distract me from the shape i may well become
i am just a ball of string
waiting, waiting, waiting
for whatever lies upstream
for whatever swims upstream
for whatever waits upstream
upstream
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4. |
Diehard
04:17
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when the world is falling down that hole
i want to be the last fool here to know
got to keep those engines turning round
got to keep feet on the ground
don't get clever with me
me
i'm not ready
when my ship is swaying side to side
should i blame myself?
should i blame the tide?
got to keep the water in the bath
got to think of something to make you laugh
don't get funny with me
me
i want to stay the same
i don't want to change
i don’t want to change
i don’t want to change
don't come knocking for me
me
i want to hold on
to things as they are
to things as they are
things as they are
things as they are
things that i know
things that i know
this world i understand
this world i understand
the world i understand
the world i understand
the world i understand
the only world i understand
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5. |
Fukuyama's Last Man
04:04
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the flies are too quick
but the beer is cool
as i contemplate diving head first into
the future i'll make
as a travelling man
with a suitcase plan
and a favourite seat at the airport cafe
the last man
the last man is on his way
the steak arrives and i feel lucky
i'll eat my way around the land
and sleep in towns
where there's no worries
there's no hurries
where there is no news today
the last man
the last man is on his way
centuries to play
years and years with nothing much to say
keep those ideas in your head
we've got centuries to recollect
a morning breaks
does the morning know
not to wake a sleeping problem
before it's ready to grow
and shake its head
and raise its hand
and throw its weight around the world
the last man
the last man is on his way
come the day where i don't need these muscles
come the day where i don't need these heavy books
where i’m alright
i’m satisfied
rumble in the distance
i’m satisfied
centuries to play
years and years with nothing much to say
keep those ideas in your head
we've got centuries to recollect
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6. |
Mock-Tudor
04:05
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sundown near wolsey drive
near aragon road
where the ring-necked parakeets reside
there lies some obsolete phones
a box of tangled wires
in the loft of a mock-tudor home
the grey controller
the goldeneye cartridge
the trinitron tv
i find a song to cut the story short
midnight near cranmer road
near cardinal avenue
where the sleepless red foxes cry
there lies some unnamed land
a blurry shape across the sea
in the heart of a mock-tudor man
the breath of winter
the lure of history
the bittersweet melody
I find a song
to set the story free
set the story
set the story
set the story free
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7. |
Difference & Repetition
03:35
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a heart wants to run free of heavy bags
but it gets held up
it gets caught in the calendar's hands
the first beat
smooth as a new seed
it gets pulled up
it gets dragged through the soil and the weeds
it's growing again
the mild ignorable pain
of the same thing happening again
the next day
that could be the day the demon calls
whispers softly in your ear:
‘this life and every small calamity
or great insignificance
will return to you
return to you’
it goes around
the head to the bended knee
it comes around
a drop in the same old sea
lapping gently at your sides
rising up like a tide, like a tide
like the mild, the mild ignorable pain
of the same thing happening again
the mild ignorable pain
of the same thing happening again
no answers hidden in the question
the pressure contains no release
the mind goes
inevitable, inevitable, inevitable
the spirit will always follow
it goes around
the head to the bended knee
it comes around
a drop in the same old sea
lapping gently at your sides
rising up like a tide, like a tide
like the mild, the mild ignorable pain
of the same thing happening again
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8. |
The Camera
04:22
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and then you run outside
with me in your hand
and as you reach the tide
as your toes sink in the sand
here comes the moment
looking through tempered glass
watching the moment
slide into the past
and as my screen turns red
orange and blue
oh please keep your hand still
i want to stay locked in this view
and here comes the moment
looking through tempered glass
watching the moment
slide into the past
to a badly named folder
a hard drive in the loft
to a server in finland
when the file is corrupted
the format obsolete
when somebody tries to picture it
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9. |
Wild
05:46
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the water's edge in front of me
a row of hands behind me
you can sew it up in a single word
you can cut it open and watch it unfurl
i could fall into that
i could fall into that sea
the water's edge in front of me
a row of hands behind me
but when
when I take my place in the wild, the wild
got no plans to make in the wild, the wild
o river snake
o ancient lake
take me in your arms
and let the poor boy go
the perfect eye on either side
an open heart
an empty mind
you can sew it up in a single word
you can cut it open and watch it unfurl
i could grow into that
i could grow into that man
the perfect eye on either side
an open heart
an empty mind
but when
when I take my place in the wild, the wild
got no plans to make in the wild, the wild
o river snake
o ancient lake
take me in your arms
and let the poor boy go
wild
wild
wild
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10. |
The Reply
04:26
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acres of desert landscape
as far as the eye can see
and when i fly these weird machines
i dream of all the words i want to read
as prayers from the earth hit the sky
they say:
lord don't leave us hanging on
for the reply
oceans of strange new faces
blinking in the dark
and when the coast is clear
distract my indifference
and make the rest disappear
you said:
take my skin, take everything inside
just don't leave me hanging on
for the reply
o gentle souls who cannot say goodbye
o missing things that never said goodbye
miles of disagreements
lawyers circling above
just one more word for blame required
one more piece of paper
and that should be enough
keep the house
keep everything inside
just don't leave us hanging on
for the goodbye
o gentle souls who cannot say goodbye
o gentle souls who cannot say goodbye
goodbye
o missing things that never said goodbye
goodbye
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