1. |
Out To Sea
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2. |
Living In The Local Void
03:59
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Every morning in the local void
We make a choice about the day ahead
Knowing that we're up against the clock
The little battles inside our heads
The breadcrumb trail in the labyrinth
The notes we left for ourselves
As if the rock knows what's under it
As if the future was a monolith
And the void was our dearest old friend
I’m not asking you
I’m not telling you
I’m just showing you
What you already know
There’s nothing here
There’s nothing here
There’s nothing here
And you’ll never get tired of living in the local void
How could you ever get tired of living in the local void?
Every morning in the local void
Another chance to start again
New broom clean sheet blank slate
A way to erase the past
And build something beautiful
Looking up and never looking back
As if the clock was a sentinel
Instead of something that we bow down to
And the void was avoidable and kind
I’m not asking you
I’m not telling you
I’m just showing you
What you already know
There’s no one here
There’s no one here
There’s no one here
And you’ll never get tired of living in the local void
How could we ever get tired of living in the local void?
We will never get tired of living in the local void
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3. |
Moderation
03:37
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see me coming
maybe don’t say my name
all things in moderation
reading the menu
checking the rules
a two pint hero
with the half-pill blues
still a long way from the edge
both hands on the wheel at all times
speed up past the funhouse in those sensible shoes
every night's a school night
eyes in the middle distance
hands where I can see them
quarter past nine quarter to three
change down to second
park up for a breather
too much excitement
could break a believer
still a long way from the edge
both hands on the wheel at all times
speed up past the funhouse in those sensible shoes
every night's a school night
see me coming
maybe don't say my name
all things in good time
looking both ways
check my flies for a breach
suburban wingman
too pale for a beach
still a long way from the edge.
both hands on the wheel at all times
speed up past the funhouse in those sensible shoes
every night's a school night
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4. |
Heads Keep Rolling
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5. |
Making Holes
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6. |
Pas Moi
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7. |
Holiday Casual
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8. |
Fascists
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9. |
I Tried To Keep It Light
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10. |
Day Trip
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11. |
Cheap Wine Sad Face
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