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37 Hours
02:30
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Yours is the loudest voice
We never really had a choice
Much younger than your years
Our goodwill’s in arrears
You rarely try to care
She fell in love, you just stood there
Come see what it means to be
The best man that you can
You always find, you’re 37 hours behind
Your mind is always elsewhere
So why would anyone else care?
We always find, that you’re the opposite of kind
Your regrets will overflow, with 37 hours to go
Yours is the loudest voice
We never really had a choice
Underdeveloped man
Squanders the masterplan
Derision sets the mood
Decision making wasn’t good
You’re without ruth when you want the truth
About her, without her
You always find, you’re 37 hours behind
Your mind is always elsewhere
So why would anyone else care?
We always find, you’re in a lockdown state of mind
With 37 hours alone, you’re missing everyone you’ve known
You always find, you’re 37 hours behind
Your mind is always elsewhere
So why would anyone else care?
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2. |
2021
02:30
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Isolate, separate
Escalate, complicate
Devastate, fabricate
Once confined us
Soon behind us
Though dates are still unclear
We’ll probably still be here
On the bright side, no one dies
And you can find someone
2021
Tolerate, compensate
Reinstate, integrate
Meditate, innovate
Forced the closure
Now it’s all over
Though dates are still unclear
Most of us should be here
By the fireside, no one dies
And you can find someone
2021
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3. |
Dumber
02:30
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Introverts still need friends
Sagas still need an end
When we congregate, you will know
Nothing’s left in me
Hideaways still need light
Early birds still need night
Soon we’ll celebrate, but progression’s very slow
Have to wait and see
I’m getting dumber by the day
I’ve got nothing new to say
I’m getting dumber by the day
So for now, I’ll try to stay away
Loners still need a hand
Marchers still need a band
While things can’t be done, there’s decay
State of static shock
Dreamers still need to wake
Stoics still need a shake
Esoteric fun, just for me another day
Brain without a lock
Needs to talk
Ooh… I’m getting dumber by the day
Still got nothing new to say
I’m getting dumber by the day
Just for now, I’ll let it slip cause…
I’m getting dumber by the day
Christ, can I have something new to say
I’m getting dumber by the day
So for now, I’ll try to stay away
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4. |
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Try a different way or try some new words
Try another viewpoint to match hers
You need love and time
Then bells may chime
True, it’s all true
Fought, fought for you
Still, I don’t want to ask you
Why are you on your own? Aren’t you always?
Maybe deep down, she’s counting down the days
Hit by your own car
It’s just bizarre
True, it’s all true
Fought, fought for you
Still, I don’t want to ask you
And there’s never a chance for reflection
And your life’s moving in one direction
Til you hit the brakes
For new mistakes, ooh
True, it’s all true
Fought, fought for you
Still, I don’t want to ask you
Now you’ve fallen in hook, line and sinker
Mull it over with Champion the Drinker
For the love of God
Don’t act so oddly
True, it’s all true
Fought, fought for you
Still, I don’t want to ask you
Clinging on to your hope of composure
And a softer hand when this is over
Moisturised and clean
Young libertine, ooh
True, it’s all true
Fought, fought for you
Still, I don’t want to ask you
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5. |
Gracefully
02:30
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Gracefully gets immersed in all you have to say
Until the next time, you’ll be left counting the days
Gracelessly hunting any and all hidden words
So good but god it hurts
Familiar situation, I can’t cope
It’s not a game of luck, it’s a game of hope
Can’t think like that
Ba-da, ba-da, ba-da. ba-da
Ba-da, ba-da, ba-da. ba-da
As I watch you walk away
Gracefully, I have to say
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Maybe it’s a fallacy
That it might as well be me
Gracefully found a cat and plants for company
Can’t we turn chance encounters into you and me?
Gracelessly scheduling another fire alarm
Tormented by your charm
I’m lingering in line to take my turn
I’m sure that stronger people have crashed and burned
Can’t think like that
Ba-da, ba-da, ba-da. ba-da
Ba-da, ba-da, ba-da. ba-da
As I watch you walk away
Gracefully, I have to say
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Maybe it’s a fallacy
That it might as well be me
Gratefully, patiently, gracefully
Gracefully
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6. |
Taken for a Ride
02:30
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I don’t remember why I’m here
All of my power disappeared
How’d I miss the warning signs?
How can I deserve this?
Glared before you caught yourself
Dredged up all your deepest fears
Class As, knives and mental health
Angry Googling and tears
Should have left so long ago
Taken for a ride for the final time
You said “You can’t be, now that you can’t be mine”
Driving towards the sun, sun, sun
Sounds like you’re having fun, fun, fun
Singing with the radio
Rolling down the windows
Total stickler for the rules
Disconcerting silences
Said you have to have your tools
Dreams of wrath and violences
The proof is in the mood swing
Taken for a ride for the final time
You said “You can’t be, now that you can’t be mine”
How long have I been in this car?
I never knew you’d go this far
As I black out once again
I conjure a montage
Cut the brakes and slash the tyres
Punch the wall and slam the door
I always put out the fires
That won’t happen anymore
Glittering like violence
Taken for a ride for the final time
You said “You can’t be, now that you can’t be mine”
Taken for a ride for the final time
You said “You can’t be, now that you can’t be mine”
One last drive
One last drive
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7. |
Violet Serpents
02:30
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Violet serpents
Watching over the indigo river
Violet serpents
Sisters and brothers
There aren’t any others
Talking heads are their closest friends
They can’t sleep
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8. |
Glinner
02:30
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So it seems my career is gathering moss
But I’m indifferent to the loss
With three hours of sleep
The company I keep
Isn’t polite any more
There’s no more lines to cross
Carried away by a big blue bird
(I don’t wanna hear from the beards)
Cherries and dog whistles for the herd
(I don’t wanna hear from the beards)
Precise and devoid of feeling
I don’t see a human being, no, no, no
Restless left leg, it’s not fun
Carbonara just for one
I won’t take another look
Names torn out of my black book
And once again, I pile-on
Craggy hill to die on
Moving platforms, losing allies
Logic freeform, saying goodbyes
Saying goodbyes
Carried away by a big blue bird
(I don’t wanna hear from the beards)
Cherries and dog whistles for the herd
(I don’t wanna hear from the beards)
Precise and devoid of feeling
I don’t see a human being, no, no, no
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9. |
This Town
02:30
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Looks like the Mayans were eight years out
Scrambled messages and mixed signals
My compliments to the microwave
A conga line straight to an early grave
This town is lying empty
This town is covered in dust
This town is made of echoes
This town has lost its sense of trust
Everyone’s inside
Except for you and him
Talking through things not implied
Walking with a phantom limb
Gold rush around the stately garden
Don’t give up on a precious summer
The sunshine ambulance parade
Did you really clap if no one paid attention?
This town is lying empty
This town is covered in dust
This town is made of echoes
This town has lost its sense of trust
Everyone’s inside
Except for you and her
Ignorant and satisfied
Unaffected saboteur
This town is lying empty
This town is covered in dust
This town is made of echoes
This town has lost its sense of trust
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10. |
The Millennial Whoop
02:30
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You say you’re fine, but I can’t see how you cope
You say you’re fine, but I can’t see how you cope
Fledglings for old rope
As you queue up the loop, and the millennial whoop
You churn it out, but they don’t see how it’s done
You churn it out, but they don’t see how it’s done
Dug by everyone
As you queue up the loop, and the millennial whoop
Honour the mundane
Fond memories of great heights
Shambles of a man
Clings on to old tricks tonight
You wore a mask, long before it was required
You wore a mask, long before it was required
Soundbites sounding tired
As you queue up the loop, and the millennial whoop
You show your teeth, but it’s not seen as a threat
You show your teeth, but it’s not seen as a threat
Withdrawal makes you sweat
As you queue up the loop, and the millennial whoop
Whoah…
Whoah…
Whoah…
Whoah…
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11. |
Outer Wilds
02:30
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Made the best of the hush
Napped in the rubber room
Full chronophage
There was no time for impotent rage
I got lost in the outer wilds
I got lost in the outer wilds
I got lost in the outer wilds
Wilds
Cinnamon Love Way calls
Why waste your melody?
Low self-esteem
‘Cause you’re chasing an old selfish dream
You got lost in the outer wilds
You got lost in the outer wilds
You got lost in the outer wilds
Wilds
We got lost in the outer wilds
We got lost in the outer wilds
We got lost in the outer wilds
Wilds
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12. |
Running Down the Clock
02:30
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You take a breath, slightly bemused
I take a chance, entirely confused
How long is left to say my grace?
Running down the clock
’Til you go away
Miles and miles from home
Just say what I should say
Running down the clock
Kidding in the hall
They have no idea
They’ve never seen you at all
Prepared to grieve, no one to tell
Mood of John Grant and hair of John Linnell
’Til flitting do us part, let’s start
Running down the clock
’Til you go away
Miles and miles from home
Just say what I should say
Running down the clock
Using up my words
Lowered monotone
Now all my troubles are hers
I fall to bits each time
Without reason or rhyme
Come back any time
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13. |
Hogmanay
02:30
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Sad little moon
Stands watching over all the misanthropes
As they lean in to all those emo tropes
One night too far
Proud disco light
Oversees every reveller in town
Ceilings and shady businesses fall down
Just taste the joy
Hogmanay is now upon us
So drag yourself out, force that fun
Distant cousin, don’t be sullen
Five, four, three, two
I am so lost, what is it about this?
Summoning the hermits, calling out the misfits
Glass and plastic, do hurry along now
Here they all come, crunching through December snow
Hogmanay is now upon us
So drag yourself out, force that fun
Distant cousin, don’t be sullen
Five, four, three, two
Hogmanay is now upon us
It’s not like there’ll be another one
Join our bubble, double trouble
Five, four, three, two
One
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14. |
Monkgate Cloisters
02:30
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Purple Hummus Glasgow, UK
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