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Camisole De Force
01:37
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So take a deep breathe, and strap yourself in.
It's time to begin.
Don't get yourself in a twist,
Don't dislocate your shoulder over this.
But is an instrumental variable
And intellectual straitjacket?
What have you got behind your back?
Hidden up your sleeve?
Self restraint and a pool full of a blood.
It's better than chains, and bad company.
A pool full of blood.
Don't get yourself all distressed,
if you've got something to say just get it off your chest
Say: 'I am a sinner, and I must confess.
I'm just a beginner, but I'm trying my best'
So take a deep breathe, and count yourself in.
It's time to begin.
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Echo (Echo)
01:23
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So I wake, but wait,
there's been a terrible mistake!
Because when I was try'na get some sleep,
It seems that you kept counting sheep.
This algorithm left me half blind,
when it cut out my right eye
and by omission ill-advised
and ill-equipped to cope, so we sing:
Get out of my echo-chamber.
Get out of my echo.
This algorithm left me half blind
When it cut out my right eye,
and the debate of the nodding dogs was so polite
but now I'm screaming:
Get out of my echo chamber,
here where the sounds are more agreeable.
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3. |
Dear Martin
02:00
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An open key keeps shutting doors
It's all correct but is it all accounted for
Old Kinder-hook got off Scot-free
He spoke a language we all speak.
But is just enough enough to justify?
We're swimming in the sea but we're still sticking close to the shore
A little scared of when we get too deep and our feet won't touch the floor
This is a media critique of mediocrity, but hand on heart I can't say it might not be.
Sheer Hypocrisy.
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4. |
We Pirates, We Pillage
01:38
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You stopped looking for the missing chord,
And now I'm bored.
About the same time,
About the same time I stopped looking for the next line.
We pirates, we pillage.
Dear Francis, won't you find me?
Uncharted territory.
Biding my time, holding it back, waiting for the next line.
Biding my time, biting my tongue.
Waiting for the next line to come.
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An Abandoned Library
01:46
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Like a bookcase building up
Filled with books collecting dust
In an abandoned library.
You didn't take the wait into account
And now we're sinking.
Faster, Faster.
You didn't have to take it all on your shoulders.
You didn't have to take it all.
It's sure to bend and break.
In this abandoned library,
we search for stories to tell.
We search for stories.
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Hold Tight
02:01
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X marks the spot,
where the penny dropped
a treasure I keep close to my chest
Hold tight to your own stories
there yours and only yours to tell
X marks the spot
where I joined the dots
and coloured inbetween the lines
A portrait under wraps
to remind me that
no matter how bad it gets, everything will be fine.
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Cloves & Cinnamon
01:44
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You draw me in all cloves and cinnamon, a roaring fire.
The night draws in the embers flickerin', we'll talk a while.
Pull up your bamboo socks, a blanket over us and we'll dream
We'll close the curtains tight turn on the christmas lights and we'll sing.
I've never felt so safe as when our shapes tessalate.
And everything seems to fall right into place.
I've never been so sure of anything in my life before I met you
And I want you to know that, this christmas.
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BYATLLW (FFAF) - Cover
03:00
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TheReleaseCandidate Sheffield, UK
TheReleaseCandidate is more commonly known as Paul Howe. Paul likes interlocking intricate acoustic math-pop and harmonies aplenty, so had a go at doing just that. He has a short attention span. His songs reflect this.
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