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Cosmic Misery
02:32
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Inverted pentagrams and crucifixes/Weirdos at the gates/Belief in ancient Gods whose rise from solemn slumber we await/Cities laid to waste, terror at the seas/Armageddon now, Cosmic Misery.
With the cover of darkness/We sought out the scene/There were leaves on the ground from the cold winter breeze/A habitual ritual/A tribute to the spirits of old/The fire was warm/Our hearts were cold/Alive, Alive
They asked me how I came to be like this/So lonesome and so strange/I scoffed and pulled my cloak around my fragile, teenage frame/I never had a chance, this world was never meant for me/I put my faith in outer space/Cosmic Misery.
With the cover of darkness we fled from the shrine/There was blood in the leaves from our dark sacrifice/A habitual ritual/A tribute to the spirits of old/The fire was warm/Our hearts were cold/Alive, Alive, Alive/Iām waiting for the evil to rise.
Alive, Alive/Iām waiting at the spot/Iām waiting for the evil to rise/Carve the ancient sign into my skin/Iām ready for it to begin.
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We met when we were seven/Now weāre both in year eleven and it scares me that
you act like itās a joke/When they tell you off for smoking/Itās tearing me apart/So I just drew your name inside a heart.
Maureen/School is totally boring/These GCSEs really get to me/I long for your company/And I think itās/high time/We took a walk by the riverside/We can sit near the daffodils/While weāve got some time to kill/Itās true that Iāve been so anaemic/Since you broke my double-helix and my heart.
Well I might be a reject/But to tell the truth youāre scarier than a prefect/When weāre passing in the hallway/And you catch me looking your way/Itās certifiably verified/That Iām completely terrified by Maureenā¦
I know youāre in detention/But I promise that Iām worthy of your attention after school/Thereās a park across the street/Iād really love it if youād meet me/We can share some pop while we revise/See algebra in each otherās eyes/I promise you Iām worth the wait/This textbookās barely annotated.
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Present, Tense
02:43
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Yes, Iām here/And yes, as per, I feel weird/A terrifying worry in the back of my head/And it gets worse when you are near/Itās a subtle kind of tension/A permanent suspension/Every muscle in my body primed to snap/With nervous apprehension/Regretting the choices that we made.
Youāre either living six months into the future/Or looking ten years into the past/Youāre searching for answers/In tough circumstances/But I just need a moment that lasts/Give me something that lasts.
You lost your lucky purple lighter/On the Megabus to Brighton/But on the way you read a zine that made you think/Youād be a good Anarcho writer/But not even Voltairine de Cleyre/Could successfully get you there/Without a list of aspirations gushing out of your pen/As you stewed in that sticky chair/Regretting the choices that we made,
Youāre wishing your life away/Or longing for bygone days/Oh would you give me a fucking break? Cause they wonāt come back/
So give me something that lasts/Youāre searching for answers in tough circumstances but I just need something that lasts/so give me something that lasts.
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The doctor put his hands around my neck/Iāve never been so close to choking on myself/He said āyou need a restā/like I need religion/my grandmother prays more me/Saint Bede went missing/I skipped P.E. for a year.
Iām mostly bones, Iām mostly liquid, Iām mostly air.
You bruise as easily as I do/I never saw myself undressed in front of you, but here we are/running through the symptoms/of my allergies and open wounds/stolen magazines from waiting rooms.
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Bubble in my Bloodstream
03:08
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Someone caught a bullet in the underpass/And I heard rumours on the street about these freaky gangs/But this is monochromatic/No, I canāt stand it/Theyāre in the shadows/Lurking in the shadows/Yeah/So now Iām whispering a prayer.
This tepid hell/I know it well/Itās like a bubble in my bloodstream/Stem the flow and watch me swell/Yeah watch me swell.
Itās the bubble in my bloodstream/Itās the itch I canāt possibly scratch/Itās the congenital condition Iād hoped was in remission/That inevitably came back/Itās the bubble in my bloodstream, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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Yeah, when the lights come on/And we all shuffle home/Thereās an emptiness I feel when Iām alone/But Iām working hard and trying not to moan.
It is killing me to think that everyone will move away/Iām still here hanging on and adjusting everyday/Itās the inconsistency that just gets the best of me/It just gets the best of me/The inevitability/Am I the only one with nowhere else to be?
The DJ played a song that Pruney said he didnāt know/'Tom Sawyer' or 'Spirit of the Radio'/Passing on the Fish Tank steps/Not very courteous/Pruney could you tell me which night you're gonna be off work/It's been a week of hell, but youāre my favourite berk/Itās nights like these weāre benefitting from your honesty/yeah, your honesty.
Itās how I feel/When Iām alone/The lights came on/We shuffled homeā¦
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Gin and Listerine
03:55
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Fragments of a memory outlined for posterity/Tears and arguments/Something to do with a missing bag of diet pills and super glue/He waits outside the offy/Cause he doesnāt have ID/And as I recall this evening ends badly/Soaked in gin and Listerine/Are you still listening to me?
Vincenzio/It was a long time coming/But you should let him go/Let me know when you get here/Angelico was ever so severe.
Still figuring out what it means to be/Adolescents, indefinitely/Fresh but not clean/Here but not new/Queer but not gay/Young but not cool/Carnal sin at the midnight war/Then snuggling for warmth on the stable floor/We were zipping our sleeping bags together/We were whispering āPity Me foreverā/We were courting strong.
Vincenzio/It was a long time coming/But you should let him go/Let me know when you get here/Angelico was ever so severe/Vincenzio/I know it hurts right now/But these moments help us grow/Iām still here for you my dear/Angelico was ever so severe/Vincezio.
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Sleeping Beauty
02:28
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Oh brother I would swap my Wendy House for your spud gun any day/Your clothes for my clothes, I canāt get mine dirty anyway, you see/Your football boots/My football knees/I hate the shoes they bought for me/Inside gets boring but when I showed I had an interest in Rugby/They laughed at me.
Oh sister I would love your Wendy House/But Iāll keep my spud gun for today/They donāt hear me either, I canāt get a word in edgeways, you see/My football boots/Your football knees/If youāre not too cool/Come play with me/Outside gets boring but when I asked if I could watch Sleeping Beauty/They laughed at me.
But itās alright, when no grown ups are around/You can still be Daphne and Iāll be Fred
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I spent a dirty weekend practicing my French/Rosy cheeked I saw my limitations there in evidence/When I invited Frank and you, back to mine for a mange tout/When I meant mĆ©nage Ć trois/You laughed so hard you cracked your chin against the bar.
This statement might sound phoney/But I miss you/And Iām lonely/Distance stretches on and on and on.
Oh God how wonderful it is/Crossing bridges in the mist/Ćresund across the Tejo/Behind on aggregate away/But Benfica still went through/And we still spent an afternoon/At the Gulbenkian museum/Sharing stories in the shade, oh what a day.
This statement might sound phoney/But I miss you/And Iām lonely/Distance stretches on and on and on/Although it gets frustrating/I really donāt mind waiting/Distance stretches on and on and on.
I look at you/And I am confident that Iād rather look at you/Than all the portraits in existence in the world/Except possibly OāHara by Grace Hartigan/Or something else/Iām not a connoisseur/Iām monolingual, and absurd/And I know this statement might sound phoney/But I miss you/And Iām lonely/I miss you/Iām lonely/Distance stretches on and on and on.
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So Sad (So Sad)
06:46
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Lambert never had much craic/But when I heard her say that you were back/I almost lost my balance there and then/I dreamed of all the hours we spent/Making plans, the best of friends/But did we all get what we wanted in the end? I guess that just depends.
New years eve hanging out on Palace Green/Everyone too pissed to count in unison it seemed/Midnight came without much fuss/You were all I needed then some busker sang a song about Milton Keynes/and shattered all our dreams.
And as we walked home and I told you how I sometimes feel ashamed/Of these laboured vowels and glottal stops/The way I say my name/But I canāt put my faith in/Received pronunciation/When your stories clutter corners of my brain/The sad little refrain/A feeling that remains.
I still remember you and the adventures that we had/And even at our worst we werenāt really all that bad/Nostalgia can be great from time to time/But to tell the truth Iām struggling today/Whyās it gotta feel so sad?
Same time next year/Iāll meet you here.
Please take me home/I think I might cry/Iām sad but Iāve no idea whyā¦
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Martha Durham, UK
Martha is a pop band from Durham city.
