1. |
Ground Floor Power
03:01
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Love joy and live together.
It's been a long time coming.
It's a time to
start again.
It's over.
This power cut will hover.
Until we free each
other.
t's a time to start again.
It's over.
Let's live.
Our
lives.
With ground floor power.
Let's set alight the towers.
Let's live
with ground floor powers.
t's a time to start again.
It's over.
Put
down the clocks and deadlines.
We've got the world, we'll be fine.
It's a
time to start again.
It's over.
Let's live.
Our lives.
With ground
floor power.
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2. |
Nearly, Almost
04:33
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I am a very boring man who sucks the life out of very, nearly, almost everything.
Almost everything.
As if someone's life could be so ridiculous.
It would be hard to take it in in person.
Beat me down with my apathy.
With my apathy towards almost everything.
Almost everything.
As if someone's life could be so ridiculous.
It would be hard to take it in in person.
Won't be alive.
Won't be alive.
Won't be alive to see me.
As if someone's life could be so ridiculous.
It would be hard to take it in in person.
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3. |
Paperplastic
04:07
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Colour and light through my eyelids.
Where are they when my.
Where are they when my eyes are open?
Pointing at the plastic is a microscope pointing where?
It's full on shaking the Plastic.
We're open.
We're open.
Up Up Up.
I wanna hear this drop.
I wanna hear this drop with a shaking fist.
Fist.
We will all be dancing children on the plastic dance floor.
We will all be dancing children we're the children who dance.
We are all unstable.
There's a current underground.
There's a current underground that's making me ill.
Ill.
We will all be dancing children on the plastic dance floor.
We will all be dancing children we're the children who dance.
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4. |
Sky Lit Mind
04:22
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You can only ever rely on disappointment.
Even then it's worse than you imagined.
Let's be unhealthy and dispose of things.
Cos it's the only thing that works.
I don't like it but it works.
Take your time dear.
A paradise whose skies were the colour of hell flames.
But still a paradise.
Wasn't enough for you was it?
This wasn't what you wanted was it?
You want more from another time.
We were almost sublime.
Out of time dear.
A paradise.
A paradise whose skies were the colour of hell flames.
But still a paradise.
Let's be unhealthy and dispose of things.
Cost it's the only thing that works.
I don't like it but it works.
Take your time dear.
A paradise whose skies were the colour of hell flames.
But still a paradise.
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