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Well here's the evidence of human existence
Displaying men by nets, two damn boxes (?)
And I cannot find the name for them
They hardly show that I have lived
And the dust, it settles on these things
Displays my age again
Like a new skin made from old skin
That'd barely been lifted
I didn't need these things
I didn't need them, oh
The point was hard to pass
A mediocre past
So I shed my clothes, I shed my flesh
Down to the bone and burned the rest
I didn't need these things
I didn't need them, oh
Took them all to bits, turned 'em outside in
And I left them on the floor and ran for dear life for the door, oh
Useless objects, a gathered a storm of shit
Put them in a silent shed, threw out your life's supplies
When all you need's a coffin and your Sunday best
To smarten up the end
And at the front gate, warlord of eights (?)
One pint of low from a holy ghost
An eternity of suffering in the company of all those Christian men
I didn't need these things
I didn't need them, oh
The point was hard to pass
A mediocre past
So I shed my clothes, I shed my flesh
Down to the bone and burned the rest
I didn't need these things
I didn't need them, oh
Took them all to bits, turned 'em outside in
And I left them on the floor and ran for dear life to the door, oh
Never need these things
I'll never need them, oh
This is you and me, you are human heat
And the things aren't holy things
And the things bring me light, they bring me, oh
Never need these things
I'll never need them, oh
Never going back, so we can drop the past
And we'll leave it on the floor and run for dear life for the door, oh
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We salute at the threshold of the North Sea in my mind
And a nod to the boredom that drove me here to face the tide and swim.
I swim. Oh, swim.
Dip the toe in the ocean. Oh how it hardens and it numbs.
The rest of me is a version of man, built to collapse into crumbs.
And if I hadn't come down to the coast to disappear
I may have died in a land-slide of the rocks, the hopes and fears.
So swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Up to my knees now, do I wait? Do I dive?
The sea has seen my like before though it's my first and perhaps last time.
Let's call me a baptist, call this the drowning of the past.
She's there on the shoreline throwing stones at my back.
So swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Now the water's taller than me and the land is a marker line
All I am is a body adrift in water, salt and sky.
So swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
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Can you hear the road from this place?
Can you hear footsteps, voices?
Can you see the blood on my sleeve?
I have fallen in the forest
Did you hear me?
In the loneliness
oh the loneliness and the scream
to prove to everyone that I exist
in the loneliness
oh the loneliness and the scream
to bring the blood to the front of my face again
Am I here?
Of course I am, yes
All I need is your hand
to drag me out again
It wasn't me, I didn't dig this ditch
I was walking for weeks
before I fell in
To the loneliness
oh the loneliness and the scream
to prove to everyone that I exist
in the loneliness
oh the loneliness and the scream
to fill a thousand black balloons with air
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The crumpled ocean with no boat trip
Well dark waters stole my clothing
A shape stirs beneath me
A pulse pounds along blood streams
First pint marks the beginning of the clothless wrestle
The clothless, I know
Bare those teeth to me please my eater
You can sit only, naked with fear
This is the test I left plans for
To grip flesh and pull muscle
In a vice grip of the struggle
I can't give in to
We owe the clothless wrestle
The clothless, I know
I know
I know
I know
My enemy, please stay close to me
With no breath left, cold breath thief
Your last gasp, with a burst lung
They fight fathers, the weak sons
The last taste of salt in my mouth
The skin breaks
With no sound at all, Limb from limb
There is bone, there is gristle
I'm despairing
In the clothless wrestle
The clothless I know
I know
I know
I know
I know
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And I've been digging that hole tonight
On my knees beneath the moon
All I need is a place to lie
Guess a grave will have to do
Won't you give me two minutes please
Just let me cover my eyes
All the hammer and scrape
Has been chipping away
At the lustre of life
So I will but I am so tired
If I can shake myself
I can dance with you
Though my body is far from old
I'm bound to useless youth
And I can't fake a fist to throw
Through the crust of the earth
If you find me don't wake me
I can't be shaken awake
If you don't stare at the dark
You can never feel bleak
Life starts to lose its taste
So I will but I am so tired
If I can shake myself
I can dance with you
I hear drums
The worn out beat of a tired heart
You are young
If this is the prime of life
I wish I could skip the blasted youth
Skip the youth
It's aging me too much
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This is a story and you are not in it
flock of pages torn out
here is a bedroom that you've never been in
here is your shovel, there's the ground
Look two lovers covered in covers
I can put us to bed tonight
I am bruised but she is dressing the wounds
night nursing a broken man
She was not the cure for cancer
and all my questions still ask for answers
there is nothing like someone new
and this girl she was nothing like you
Up awake and I'm post operation
I find I've come in a dream again
all the pain almost as painful as ever but
something in me was not the same
At night you're in dreams of submission
I could claw back my heart and soul
as the size of this tumour diminishes
so we fill that black hole
She was not the cure for cancer
and all my questions still ask for answers
there is nothing like someone new
and this girl she was nothing like you
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Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man, are you a bag of sand?
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Well the booze in my blood runs fast and loud
And my brain shouts down to my mouth say whatever I think
Say it at him
And when the dam bursts open and your drowned out boy
Better go outside, sit in your boat and wait
Till you get washed away
Hold your thumbs, tighten your eyelids
Pluck up your ears we're doing it verbal but I am loaded
Duck under that desk, cover your neck
Picking your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again
And as the voice succumbs and my mouth goes numb
I limp out to the sound of the breaking of broken toes
A vandal spoke
And in the stark and the sobering dry sunlight
I will blink my eyes and hope the blink can erase
All the shit that I said and did
Hold your thumbs, tighten your eyelids
Pluck up your ears we're doing it verbal but I am loaded
Duck under that desk, cover your neck
Picking your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again
And if I shoot at you, you should shoot at me too
We can drown in the ghost of the thick dark words we throw
And if my face turns white
I apologise, I am sorry, it's not your fault
It's mine
Hold your thumbs, tighten your eyelids
Pluck up your ears we're doing it verbal but I am loaded
Duck under that desk, cover your neck
Picking your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again
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Well this is easier now
I've found all the pieces that I lost in the flood
And it wasn't that much
And though it's easier now
I will always remember the night that I almost drowned
All alone in a house
And the love that I lost
With all of the shit that came out in the wash
Just a pocket of fluff
And I'm not put upon
I'm free from disease, no grays, no liver spots
Most of the misery's gone
Gone, gone to the bone
(I am)
Not miserable now
No one knows
No one knows
I'm not miserable
So the hymns that I sung
Prayers for the fucked, from a bitter, forked tongue
Sing of history now
Though the corners are lit
The dark can return with the flick of a switch
It hasn't turned on me yet, yet
(I am)
Not miserable now
No one knows
No one knows
I'm not miserable
(I am)
Not miserable now
No one knows
No one knows
I'm not miserable
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Living in colour, living in colour,
I can see the paint on your toes,
Living in colour
Even in the blackout, I know
I am floating, I, I am floating,
With my eyes closed, with no sails
I am soaking, I am weathered by the Winter of Mixed drinks
Am I dancing? Or am I simply just spinning in my own grave
You were asking, you were asking
and within two steps, I'm saved
Living in colour, living in colour,
I can see the paint on your toes,
Living in colour
Even in the blackout, I know
Weak strong bands, weak
I was paler than a pine box that holds bones
She poked the iris, then pierced a hole
and watched the colour rush forth
Modern madonna, oh held my hand in
warm hands, with pink nails
mock the man, whisper and the sickness will go away
Living in colour, living in colour,
I can see the paint on your toes,
Living in colour
Even as i blackout, I know
Though i dreamt with a rapid eye
By day i hope to rapidly die
And have my organs laid on ice
Gave to somebody thatll treat them right
And as the night started swallowing
You put the blood to my blue lips
Forced the life through still veins
Filled my heart with red again
Living in colour, living in colour,
I can see the paint on your toes,
Living in colour
Even in the blackout, I know
Living in colour, living in colour,
I can see the paint on your toes,
Living in colour
Even in the blackout, I know
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My cry for a fistful of sand
Breathe silence
Hold me, you're folding, I can't see land
The world just blinks
Lead me, I'm stupid from a lesson learned
You've learned nothing
You told me to get lost to find myself
And first it bleeds then it stops
I feel like I've been filling up
Ooh change if you can't be bound
Oh o-oh
Ooh o-o-ooh, yes I would
Believe me now
Yes I would
And I can't sink now
Ooh o-o-ooh, yes I would
Well what if I am never thrown that bone
And what if this tear in my side just pours, and pours, and pours
I wonder if you've noticed that I'm not around
The loss of a lonely man never makes much of a sound
And first it bleeds then it stops
I feel like I've been filling up
Ooh change if you can't be bound
Oh o-oh
Ooh o-o-ooh, yes I would
Believe me now
Yes I would
And I can't sink now
Ooh o-o-ooh, yes I would
Believe me now
Yes I would
And I can't sink now
Ooh o-o-ooh, yes I would
Believe me no-o-ow
Yes I would
And I can't sink now
Ooh o-o-ooh, yes I would
Believe me now
Yes I would
I just can't sink now Ooh o-o-ooh, yes I would
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