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Pleased to meet you, are you lonely?
Only, I am too.
I thought you'd appreciate some company,
Here's my number, feel free to contact me.
I am waiting to hear from you,
Feel free to contact me.
I've time to spare, time to kill,
Still I'm there
If you want me to wait, you know I will,
Here's my number, feel free to contact me.
I am waiting to hear from you,
Feel free to contact me.
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Last Second
04:06
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The sky broke when the second drop dripped from the sun,
He screamed into the grey
As he awoke on the last day.
Keep that last second, it's yours.
The wind froze, his skin blistered from the new to the old,
Cracking like wood on flames
And exposed, he dies again.
Keep that last second, it's yours,
It's yours.
No hum, no ring
No incessent sting
No greater comfort could that moment bring.
Keep that last second, it's yours,
It's yours.
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If I Were Anything
04:44
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If I were a whistle you could play a little tune,
If I were a candle you could light up the room,
If I were anything, I'd be yours to use.
If I were a doormat you could step on me anytime,
If I were a story you could ready my every line,
If I were anything, I'd be yours not mine.
If something should happen,
And I lost all function and form,
Would you replace me
With someone less well worn?
If I were a clothes peg my spring would be weak,
If I were a pillow you'd never get to sleep,
If I were anything, anything at all,
I know that I would need, absolutely need to be yours.
If something should happen,
And I lost all function and form,
Would you replace me
With someone less well worn?
And when I have no value,
It's because you've got all I've got to give,
Or because you never saw much use
For this careless life I live.
If I were your dog I would always behave,
If you were a master I would be your slave,
If I were anything, anything at all,
I know that I would need, absolutely need to be yours.
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Out Of Interest
02:59
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Out of the green, she brings to me.
Out of the blue, she takes from you.
I know that it seems worse than it feels,
I guess I'm tired of being undesired.
Out of interest, out of luck,
God, I feel so out of touch.
Out of a dream, she seems to be,
Out of the blue, she dreams of you.
Into the great, bright, open blue,
Into the future without you.
Out of interest, out of luck,
God, I feel feel so out of touch.
I guess all I can do, is just mellow out,
Extract the blues and yellows out,
The green is all I see,
My green eye of complacency.
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Dusk At Dawn
02:14
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Instrumental
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You've Gone Cold
02:38
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You've gone cold.
I feel a chill down my spine when you say everything's fine.
You've gone cold.
When you say nothing's wrong I find it hard to play along.
You've gone cold.
You've gone cold.
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We can both see the tips of the sun,
Dusk at dawn,
The rise and fall.
You can hear the sounds of the evening,
Now the day has gone and come.
The Tui and the Nightingale,
Sing a song for us two,
I'll sing this song for you
And hope that you sing for me too.
We can both see the tips of the sun,
Dawn at dusk,
The fall and rise.
You can hear the sounds of the morning,
Now the night has gone and come.
The Tui and the Nightingale,
Sing a song for us two,
I'll sing this song for you
And hope that you sing for me too.
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Weak Pathetic Tyrant
03:43
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Deficient in vitamins he deliriously sits
Wishing someone could cure him of this,
A chronic disease that slowly decays,
His aches and pains pester his brain.
But while he festers in a puddle of sweat
He sees a figure with a golden crest,
She slowly glides as if unerred
By any force upon the earth.
Weak, pathetic tyrant demands to see his subject,
it's an order without object, but his words have no effect.
He tries to stand to follow her lead
And only then does he finally see
An omen of the future that came,
Now his body doesn't feel the same.
She ignores his impotent cry,
Leaving him unsatisfied
As he cannot commit to the chase,
Else the world sees his suffering face.
Weak, pathetic tyrant demands to see his subject,
It's an order without object, but his words have no effect.
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Overtones
06:38
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It's a quiet voice making all the noise,
Saying the things you want to avoid.
There are overtones in the words I wrote
Barely hinted at in my notes.
The vacant empty page
Betrays my hopes,
I'll hide them in an envelope.
I'll write a word and overwrite it over night.
I'm over this.
As my life is defined by my words, and not my mind,
I'll keep filling in the lines.
There are overtones in the words I wrote,
Barely hinted at in my notes.
The vacant empty page
Betrays my hopes,
I'll hide them in an envelope.
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Deej Cooper Dunedin, New Zealand
Deej writes reflective, low tempo folk-esque songs and Tim improves them with delicate and precise
orchestrations.
They both met in Dunedin, NZ at a party that neither was likely to go to and immediately decided to write an album together. A year later they released it to wild acclaim, star-studded award ceremonies and over-sensationalised artist bios.
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