1. |
Please Me Tonight
03:09
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Leave your intentions at the door,
Pick up your clothes from off the floor,
You can't please me tonight.
The day has passed in an inelegant way,
The lights are off and they'll stay that way,
My silent responses are serious tonight,
I'll try to talk when the feelings right.
Leave your intentions at the door,
Pick up your clothes from off the floor,
You can't please me tonight.
I know I act this stubborn when I'm low,
And I ruin your mood with this petty show,
While I've a rich heart, it's in poor condition
And I'm sorry to put you in this position.
Shift your intentions through the frame,
Lie with me though it's not the same
And please try to please me tonight.
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2. |
England's Not The Same
04:29
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The rosy gardens are painted red,
The rest are white and blue,
The leaves are stripped, but the thorns remain
That gardeners won't prune.
And you don't get a say,
Now England's not the same.
The witch is dead but her ghost remains,
Over dark satanic hills,
There is no green nor pleasant land
We haven't mined or tilled.
And you don't get a say,
Cos England's not the same.
There's a bleak midwinter that hasn't left those shores
For 40 years, yet another day patriots salute the new dark age.
And you don't get a say,
Cos England's not the same.
Or maybe the apple orchards
Were rotten all this time,
The Albion sails on Victorian steam
And rob their sailors blind.
And you don't get a say,
Cos England's still the same.
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3. |
Early Bird
04:12
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Take me to the airport
In the morning I'll be sure to rise.
Pass the cloud factories
And Emmerdale on the motorway.
Forever tread the earthbound clay
Now hills in the ground.
She was one of the early birds
And I was of the worms.
Live to seek and seek to find
Subjects to the matters we had left behind.
Forever tread the earthbound clay
Now hills in the ground.
She was one of the early birds
And I was of the worms.
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4. |
Don't Follow
03:04
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Don't follow the king,
He's just a man taking a walk.
Don't follow the king.
Don't listen to the king,
He's only speaking for himself.
Don't listen to the king.
You can't afford to sell your soul,
You're already in debt.
Don't hate the king,
He's just a man taking a walk.
Don't hate the king.
You'll leave yourself behind,
It won't be worth the regrets.
Don't follow, just take a walk.
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5. |
The Hell Screen
03:40
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When I see that look upon your face it gives its name to my disgrace,
And as no good reason remains I'll give up seeing you again.
I know that I gave all labour in vain, so of course I can't complain,
This shimmer of heat outside the grave bows its head as if to pray.
Facing the hell screen I must give you everything.
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6. |
Ghost
04:05
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Through a fit of despair that found utterance in moans
She locked the bedroom door of a now unfamiliar home.
Too much stress to sink to the floor
In the wardrobe a dress, it hangs on the door.
Hear the ghost sing echoes down the hall,
Here is she no wiser to the call,
The banging on the pipes,
The flicker from halogen lights.
And oh, she does not need to know
Where those lost noises go
They're hiding from her now
But she knows they'll be back somehow.
Through a grind of the teeth that leave echoes in the bone,
She picks up his clothing, only this time alone.
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7. |
Goodbye Stranger
03:41
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Goodbye stranger I used to know,
So sad to see you go.
Hello lonely, I've known your name,
I've come to know you again.
It seemed so real to me,
Was it real for you?
Take me to wonder, where beauty's not just for show,
Take me to magic with all it's mysteries unknown.
Take me to walking, not knowing where to go.
Take me to the dance-halls full of unrepentant needs,
Take me to the bedroom that brings me to my knees.
Take me to love that I do not recognise,
Take me to death, any grave is fine.
It seemed so real to me,
Was it real for you?
Goodbye stranger, that's your last word,
At least, the last I've heard.
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No wonder I can't impress you
If I can't address you by name.
It would be too thrilling
And slightly too revealing to bear.
I know it seems unlikely
That I'll do something so unlike me again.
A social situation
Has too much stimulation for me.
This could be a love song if I stopped talking about myself so much.
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9. |
Give Over Grief
03:32
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With her hand on the dune she looks at you
And you know you have nothing to hide.
With the swim and the sway
Of the ocean and bay
You'll take hers in yours.
With her heart on the line you'll give her some time
That you save in your life just for her.
With her own special place
You'll give her your space
And you'll take hers in yours.
Give over grief,
Love and receive.
When her head aches like hell she'll give a tell
And you know that you can give one too.
Share the pain and dismay
Till the grief goes away
And you'll take hers in yours.
Give over grief,
Love and receive.
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10. |
Absolutely
01:45
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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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