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Elephants Over The Alps
04:15
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Do you feel it in your bones
Right down to the marrow
Somewhere in the voltage something switched
Do you hear it in the undertones
How'd you miss those flashing arrows
I had the warning signs shine bright and electric
And now you're stuck in the stick of your own sap
And look at all the effort we've gone to
I'll drag the elephants over the Alps to you
Looks like once again we'll be taking the scenic route
Here's to you
So let's cross the Rubicon
No green screen and no stunt doubles
Dressed up to the nines in our hand-me-downs
We're right back from the brink of extinction
And now we're looking for a cuddle
I know we're not the prettiest pups in the pound
And now you're stuck in the stick of your own sap
And look at all the effort we've gone to
I'll drag the elephants over the Alps to you
Looks like once again we'll be taking the scenic route
You know for you, I'd lasso you down the moon
Here's to you
I'd do anything for love
I'd do anything for love
And also I 'd do anything for you
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2. |
Subwoofer
02:11
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Subwoofer booming way out in the dark
You hear the wolf-whistles and catcalls across the carpark
So pin me up against the shop shutters don't be shy
There's a galaxy swirling way down in the gutters tonight
Subwoofer rumbles as the sirens scream
And the last ghosts float out of the odeon this eve
So pin me up pin me up against the shop shutters don't be shy
There's a galaxy swirling down in the gutters tonight
Coz when it rains it pours
Round here
Where they still reign over the poor
And when it rains it pours
Where the subwoofers quake is where I left my heart
See her spirit in the vapour of these trembling stars
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3. |
As For You
03:53
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"Filled with fancies empty of meaning"
In the end, the end precedes the beginning
All is always now, nothing's ever left to chance
"In the crying shadow of the funeral dance"
"In the crying shadow of the funeral dance"
All is always now, nothing's ever left to chance
The boat floats onward and onward
Up to a kingdom on turquoise water
And as for you
You're a number I could never delete
As for you
You were always
You were always right up my street
The penny drops
The plot thickens
They've slung their shit
Some of it is sticking
If all else fails, my number's on the call sheet
You were always right up my street
There's the river
There's the train tracks
There's the skyscraper
The point of no return is back
The point of no return is back
The point of no return is back
And as for you
You're a number I could never delete
As for you
You were always
You were always right up my street
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4. |
Fool
03:43
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It's not at all unlike you to be such a lost soul
Yes it's a vicious cycle that you pedal
You're just like the Ghost Rider, you're out of control
Skull full of fire, blood full of diesel
You tell everyone you ain't been yourself lately
Well who else could you be?
Who else could you be?
You fooled everyone
But you ain't fooling me
So remember that Friday and what we said
Remember that night? How could I forget
And it wasn't the worst thing that flew out that hole
May God have mercy on your cracked soul
You tell everyone you ain't been yourself lately
Well who else could you be?
Who the hell else could you be?
You've fooled everyone
But you ain't fooling me
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5. |
Rothko
03:07
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I try to compose myself
Whenever you pop up in my mind
I banish you back to wherever you dwell
Some other memory you hide behind
But then you pin me against the railings
As you're oh so often inclined
Love's sweet sting and all those things
We all feel them from time to time
You close your eyes and see a Rothko don't you
In your mind you see a Rothko glow and haunt you
And they'll punch below the belt
And they'll mouth off at the weigh-in
Just " be yourself, all other roles are taken"
Sometimes
We all feel a little buried alive
Am I a source of entertainment
Are you the peeping tom in the pines
Under your constant surveillance
To be ridiculed and scrutinized
When I'm tangled up in these terrace streets
Trying to clean a dirty mind
Visions of you play on repeat
And I die a little every time
You close your eyes and see a Rothko don't you
In your mind you see a Rothko glow and haunt you
And they'll punch below the belt
And they'll mouth off at the weigh-in
Just " be yourself, all other roles are taken"
Sometimes
We all feel a little buried alive
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6. |
For The Love Of God
04:01
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If you'd asked me a week ago I would've loved to
If you'd only asked me a week ago it'd be ok
I was mesmerized, truly I was spellbound
But it's not exactly a week ago today
I know I'm no oil painting, if only I'd known sooner
What on earth gives me the right to say what I say?
I know I'm no oil painting, I'm as "edgy as a satsuma"
So I think maybe I best be on my way
For the love of God
"At the still point of this turning world" I saw you
At the still point of this spinning lump of clay
Here goes yet another botched attempt at telling you
Something you already knew anyway
For crying out loud, the message took a second to send
And 2 years to comprehend in the brain
For crying out loud, the message took a second to send
And 2 years to comprehend in the brain
For the love of God
For the love of God
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7. |
Dark Matters
03:38
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If you're hurting from the moment you wake
Replaying in your mind the mistakes
The heart aches, it beats and it burns
It attacks another one whenever it gets hurt
And it rages deep inside your ribcage
And it scares you like a murderous inmate
You vanish where no one can get you
Now you're tearing at the walls that you built to protect you
They're bygones, so don't look back
Why the fuck would you do that anymore love?
Let love shoot us some sparks
Through these dark matters
Now all the peace and the love that I've found
It couldn't fill a cavity in my mouth
No doubt there are better ways to spend your day
Than pouring over pictures of the one that got away
They're all
Bygones, so don't look back
Why the fuck would you do that anymore love?
Let love shoot us some sparks
Through these dark matters
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8. |
Home Sweet Home
03:06
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Blood moon blood moon
Living in a vacuum
Living in a vacuum
Blood moon blood moon
I'm in the bathtub
It's just you and the bedbugs
Now I'm on the bathrug
Dancing on the bathrug
R 'n B CD's
From the late nineties
R 'n B CD's
From the 20th century
That was then
This is now
That was then
This is now
That was then
This is now
At least it was
Anyhow
Honey I'm home sweet home
Eat up eat up
Eat it up until you burst
Steady now eat up
Save room for dessert
Soon we'll be in the cylinder crush of a claustrophobic clusterfuck
Soon we'll be in the cylinder crush of a claustrophobic clusterfuck
Honey I'm home sweet home
And I've got an itch to scratch
Right down to the bone
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9. |
The Getaway
04:33
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I know I've said it many times before
In a million different ways
Maybe more
But you're a sight for sore eyes
And I'm an eyesore
Out on the street
I know the rhythms of the railway track
I know the difference between lines and cracks
But why you let me punch above my weight
Now that's a mystery
I'm not saying that I'm sorry
Or not to worry
No no
And I'm not ready for the plummet from the summit
But here I go
And just maybe we might get away with it this time
And just maybe we might get away with it this time
There's a certain tension everywhere you go
They're rubbernecking when you cross the road
It's not easy acting natural, or even close when you're seen
I'm not saying that I'm sorry
Or not to worry
No no
And I'm not ready for the plummet from the summit
But here I go
And just maybe we might get away with it this time
And just maybe we might get away with it this time
Here in the echo of an afterthought
Here in the best clothes this disaster bought
Right from the get-go I knew I'd fallen in to something deep
I'm not saying that I'm sorry
Or not to worry
No no
And I'm not ready for the plummet from the summit
But here I go
And just maybe we might get away with it this time
And just maybe we might get away with it this time
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