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5. | Loch |
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The gods and the saints preserve you,
Cos nobody here deserves you,
I’m living my life in flashback,
Since I lost my card or cashback,
And I’ve gone to wrack and ruin,
Since I don’t know what you’re doing,
There’s no clear or present danger
That I see in any stranger.
Someone, somewhere said to me,
Will someone somewhere set me free,
Wont hurry up or harry me,
Will someone somewhere marry me
To you, to you, to you, to you.
The line on the screen has broken,
What once was asleep has woken,
I cover your face in make-up praying
You’ll one day wake up,
I’ve littered my life with magic,
Yet I’m neither dead nor tragic,
The gods and the saints preserve you
Cos nobody here deserves you.
Someone, somewhere said to me,
Will someone somewhere set me free,
From all that I’m supposed to be,
Will someone somewhere marry me
To you, to you, to you, to you.
Someone, somewhere said to me,
Wont someone somewhere marry me
Wont hurry up or harry me,
Will someone somewhere marry me
To you, to you, to you, to you.
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Unscrew your face from your laptop screen
See the people, the places in your magazines
They’re a big headed bunch, you know what I mean
Someone made them out of plasticine.
I’m the morning rain, it’s me again, I won’t go away
I’m the morning rain, it’s me again, I won’t go away.
Come down off your barbed wire fence
What you’re saying sounds stupid, it makes no sense
It may be used later in your defence
It may be used later as evidence for the
Morning rain, it’s me agian, I won’t go away
I’ the morning rain, it’s me again, I won’t go away.
Undo your head from the sink plug chain
Unscrew the cheap wine and drink like a drain
You may never want to waltz again
You may never want to walk away from
The morning rain, it’s me again, I won’t go away
I’m the morning rain, it’s me again, I won’t go away.
Pack your bags your room’s for let
They’re putting up the barricades
And laying off all bets
I’ve never seen so many people smoke
So many cigarettes
Pack your bags now your room’s for rent
I’m the morning rain, it’s me again, I won’t go away
I’m the morning rain, it’s me again, I won’t go away
I’m the morning rain, don’t you know my name,
Don’t you know my name
I’m the morning rain, don’t you know my name?
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Healers, dealer, skinflick traders, save my skin for
Later or else you won’t get free,
Your dim and dismal, loves gone rotten, grim and
Greedy and best forgotten, yet still you say to me
There are bigger wheels than this, wider skies of blue.
Hookers, lookers, pink skinned babies here’s a list
Of maybes I have saved for you
Your mad, appalling love and laughter,
Stuck here for ever after
Swimming all around you
There are bigger wheels than this, wider skies of blue.
There are bigger deals, there are bigger wheels
Than you get through.
Healers, dealer, skinflick traders, save my skin for
Later or else you won’t get free,
Your dim and dismal, loves gone rotten, grim and
Greedy and best forgotten, and yet still you say to me
There are bigger wheels than this, wider skies of blue.
There are bigger deals, there are bigger wheels
Than you get through.
Hookers, lookers, pink skinned babies here’s a list
Of maybes I have saved for you.
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Through my sleepless days I've found
That in my dreamless sleep I'm bound
To one night hear the sound of your calling
Do not stumble through tonight, have no fear of falling.
And if nobody got lost and if no-one pays the cost
The price of this you may surmise is ever after
You won't stumble through tonight drowning
In their laughter
You won't stumble through tonight drowning
In their laughter.
In these moments we awake,
Our heads clear of the mistakes
How we never hit the brakes or felt it stalling
Just don't stumble through tonight, have no fear of falling
Don't stumble through tonight, have nor fear of falling.
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Hell for leather, lathered, drunk, you’re soused,
You’re pissed, you’re sunk,
The juke box now is drunk, just along the way,.
I had a call last
Saturday to say I’d thrown
My friends away, reversed the charges
On them all,
I made a lot of calls.
Is there a storm coming or are we just another shower,
Is this a storm warning,
Has someone just cut the power, is there a storm coming
Or are we just another shower,
Is there a storm coming, coming, coming.
I would have kept you free from harm rang the bells or
Raised alarms, I would have kept
Them all at bay except I thought I heard you say,
You’re the leper boy you can’t come in
The monkey god is now you’re king, you’re out,
You’re in, you’re out,
You’re in, you’re out,
You’re in, you’re out.
Is there a storm coming or are we just another shower,
Is this a storm warning,
Has someone just cut the power, is there a storm coming
Or are we just another shower,
Is there a storm coming, coming, coming.
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A dark star follows me tonight
Filled with horror and delight
She’s come to make another son
A brother for the other one, who’s gone
The black storm on the pillow there,
Is the colour of her hair
Held by some strange gravity are my dark star and me.
A dark star follows you tonight, you’re filled
With horror and delight
You’ve come to make another son,
A brother for the other one
I hold a picture of your face, in my memory in embrace
With you I find I can’t replace
My dark star.
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You think you’re lovely, I know that you’re wrong.
God made me ugly, so don’t string me along.
Give me the good stuff, I’ll leave you the rest,
Send me the good stuff and I’ll put you to the test,
I’m going to
Stop messing around, cos what have you found
On the dirty ground.
You think I’m stupid and I know that you’re right,
Or else why would I lie here in this big hollow night.
Did god make it easy, so easy on you,
Were you sent here to please me, well it won’t
Ge tyou through, cos I’m going to
Stop messing around, cos what have I found
On the dirty ground.
You’re going to stop messing around, cos what
have you found on the dirty ground.
Are we going to stop, are we going to stop,
Are we going to stop?
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Are your hand sunsteady, ready to be free
Are you almost ready, to sit next to me
If I go to where the sunlight hits the snow
Cos everyone knows that we’re bored with letting go
Is your head unready, ready to believe
Do you feel unsteady, sit next to me
Should I go to where the sunlight hits the snow
Cos everyone knows that we’re bored with letting go.
Cos everyone knows that when the sunlight hits the snow
We shall go, I just get bored with letting you know.
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Twisted on destiny, fate and three wishes
We fuck and we fight, someone else does the dishes,
And meantime my memory reminisces and twists,
There was a time when we were filled with laughter,
Haplessly hoping happy ever after,
Did we string up a heart, let it swing from the rafters
And bleed.
There’s blood on your legs ,I love you
There’s blood on your legs, I love you
There’s blood on your legs, I love you
Evoke the rich tapestry of love and devotion,
Emote the sweet saccharine of all that devotion,
Forget all about that and fall in this ocean with me,
With me.
Twist, snap, I love you
Twist, snap, I love you
Twist, snap, I love you
Da da da…
There’s blood on your legs, I love you
There’s blood on your legs, I love you
There’s blood on your legs, I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
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Feel so straight, and look so slow
But just you wait 'til I get you home
I saw you laughing on a TV show
Didn't think you'd know, all colours lead to black
Say you cant let go, and then you're never coming back.
Watch yourself when you talk to me
Cuz I've got you and 86 TV's
And all those words that they made up for me
And what I thought they'd be
The radio's are red
They made a mess of me
So now I'm walking home instead.
Sweet like apples, I pulled you
Reminds me of the things we said we'd do
Now all those words that they made up for you
Could never pull you through
The greed and all the gain
They made a mess of you
And now you'll never be the same
I'd love to say I'd like to thank you all
But I have not the gaul, the wisdom or the guile
You walked into that ball
And then you disappeared in style.
On 86 TV's, On 86 TV's, On 86 TV's, On 86 TV's,
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She turns the blue ksy black, I put her on her back
Am I dying, she is lying next to me, she comes again
From the central reservations,
In the subways at the station
It is waiting, it is waiting to be free, to come to me.
From the devil came a daughter,
I was bathing in her waters
She was crying, she was lying over me, we come again.
She turns the blue sky black, she puts me on my back
Is it the night time, it’s a lifeline to the day,
It will come again.
Kill me before you die, kill me before you die,
Cos I love you, cos I love you, don’t let it go, it will come again.
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