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Dancing Skeletons
03:52
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I need to change
The air in my lungs
Smash my TV, cut off my phone and let go
A friendly face
To grin at the times
To feed you a line, throw you a rope, then let go
They hear it all of the time, they’re indifferent
Bring something stirring to mind to feel relevant
Slight arcs of light on a ruin of a monument
Bring on dancing skeletons to clear everything
Happy to ride
A wave of disdain
Attentions run short, the cat’s on the table again
I want to see
The change in their eyes
Understand where power lies, and make them afraid again
They hear it all of the time, they’re indifferent
Bring something stirring to mind to feel relevant
Slight arcs of light on a ruin of a monument
Bring on dancing skeletons to clear everything
History taught, a grotesque of a pantomime
Crabs in a bucket lick boots lined with ermine
Butchers dress windows with their vegetarian line
Send on dancing skeletons to clear everything
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2. |
Allow Yourself
05:06
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I felt drunk the first time I saw fireflies
I can’t recall ever seeing fireflies
The click of an indicator close to home
Your breath on the window as you drowse alone
Too many missed calls on a fractured phone
Nobody said it would be easy to
Allow yourself to feel love
Allow yourself to feel loved
Caught in the background of someone else’s photograph
Why are they watching? Who is it for? What was that laugh?
The click of an indicator close to home
Your breath on the window as you drowse alone
Too many questions on a replacement phone
Nobody said it would be easy to
Allow yourself to feel loved
Allow yourself to be loved
Allow yourself to feel loved
Allow yourself to be loved
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Ith Làn Do Bhìth
03:43
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Bidh na beathaichean beaga còmhla comasach air na beathaichean mòra ìthe.
Ith làn do bhìdh
[Together, the small beasts can eat the big beasts.
Eat your fill!]
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Nights are short in a commuter town
You still curse the day they broke ground
For the first time in a while
You don’t want to waltz with the waves
So come down off your cross and give us a shot
You’re perfectly happy more often than not
You’ve given it all and it all is a lot
But where you go now is an intrusive thought,
Is it not?
They get to say
“That’s the way now”
If you complain
“That’s the way now”
Hear them explain
“That’s the way now”
After years, you’ve yet to realise
You are far from biding your time
The world turns and you don’t feel a thing
We share nods but we’re not listening
So come down off your cross and give us a shot
You’re perfectly happy more often than not
The days that start off with ineffable loss
You’re quick to stamp down, ignore, and brush-off
Are you not?
They get to say
“That’s the way now”
If you complain
“That’s the way now”
Hear them explain
“That’s the way now”
The lights disappear on the ground
Embrace the pines, the weeds, and the sound
The world turns and I feel it again
Shred my notes, shred my mail, tell my friends
So come down off your cross and give us a shot
You’re perfectly happy more often than not
You’ve given it all and it all is a lot
But where you go now is an intrusive thought,
Is it not?
They get to say
“That’s the way now’
If you complain
“That’s the way now”
Hear them explain
“That’s the way now”
Tonight, I’m not around
So long! I’m not around
Tonight, I’m not around
So long! I’m not around
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5. |
Filaments
02:02
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I try and I try and I try
Motorway lights adorn you
But filaments can’t adore you
This is no way to get by
But I try and I try and I try
This is no way to get by
Still I try and I try and I try
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6. |
A Sad Display
03:52
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Pulled from this mess just in time
Sleek decorations in line
Your past gets altered
And told to you again
Keep moving
Keep moving
Keep moving
Gripping the sink way too tight
Staring through the ceiling at night
Your age reflected
In days that form a tide
Keep moving
Keep moving
Keep moving
I listened but didn’t learn
Cared but what use is concern?
Comfy inaction
Will set about no change
Keep moving
Keep moving
Keep moving
Help isn’t on the way
Despite what your horoscope says
My knight in armour
Is fresh hell in a tin can
Keep moving
Keep moving
Keep moving
With one look,
A sad display
Undid the good
I’d done that day
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Where’s this comet?
I need a rest now
Years of “progress”
Bleeding over now
Can’t skip the adverts
Come get your t-shirts now
Billionaire rocketmen
Got me rooting for the vacuum of space
Community policing
Punching communities square in the face
Can’t skip the adverts
Come get your t-shirts now
The sooner it takes
The sooner it ends
Hold onto your friends
Hold onto your friends
America’s a nightmare
The Brits are jealous of the Land of the Free
Draped in bunting and
Free to die of a treatable disease
Can’t skip the adverts
Come get your t-shirts now
Beware of the hand
That fixes the lens
Hold onto your friends
Hold onto your friends
The sooner we start
The sooner it ends
Organise with your friends
Organise with your friends
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8. |
Horse Island
03:40
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Six dogs have chased me the length of this island
The horse seems amused but it’s keeping its eyes down
Six County Man wants to check my position
The cost of this drink comes with terms and conditions
You’re standing outside smoking in twilight
You left me in a ditch married to the starlight
You’re unstill and flickering
Ceaseless and shivering
Shampoo the dishes and blinding the children
Moss on a headland in lieu of a bedroom
Farmland’s electric for clifftop detectives
You’re standing outside smoking in twilight
You left me in a ditch married to the starlight
Some of it’s gone
Some of it’s new
Some of it’s past
Some of it’s soon
As I remember
Clear and hopeful
But time dilutes
And mislays the old us
Some of it’s gone
Some of it’s new
Some of it’s past
Some of it’s soon
Six dogs have chased me the length of this island
The horse is amused but it’s keeping its eyes down
Six County man wants to check my position
The cost of this drink comes with terms and conditions
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9. |
Fast Food; Parked Car
04:10
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Watching the streetlights come on
You’re looking at me like I’m dying
Fast food; parked car
I’d say you’re wrong, but I’d be lying
I need someone watching over me
I don’t like what’s calling out to me
Feeling the rainfall pattern my skin
You’re looking at me and you’re crying
I need someone watching over me
I don’t like what’s calling out to me
I don’t like what I hear calling me
I think I might want what’s calling me
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10. |
Rubha Àlainn
04:55
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Broken Chanter Glasgow, UK
Broken Chanter is David MacGregor, formerly of Scottish Post-Pop darlings Kid
Canaveral.
Existential dread/class pop tunes performed by a cast of top-notch musicians spread across the eponymous critically acclaimed debut (2019) and the forthcoming ‘Catastrophe Hits’, out 29 Oct 2021 on Last Night From Glasgow/Olive Grove Records.
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