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Soft Landings
04:01
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A nosebleed on the riverbank
Our fingers laced together
An elbow on a shoulder
You never took to the water
You don’t know, you don’t know
I will not always be there
Sometimes I pull away
I wish you soft landings
It’s nice to see you again
You don’t know, you don’t know
You don’t know what you do to me
You don’t need me to tell you
You could have worked it out by now
Grubby knees in the sunlight
Your smoke in both my eyes
We take on the locals
We’re not the same as those guys
You don’t know, you don’t know
You don’t know what you do to me
Wet clothes on the branches
The evening closing in
We leave in separate cars
The blood dried on your skin
You don’t know what you do to me
You don’t need me to tell you
You could have worked it out by now
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2. |
Bring on the Naps
03:43
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Bring on the naps
I’m out flat in the gaps
Snooze in the interludes
Bring on the naps
Make time for the kips
Kip in the dips
Eyes closed, nice doze
Give it up for the kips
What did I miss?
Oh nothing
While I was gone
Oh nothing
I come back like a different person
I’m not trying to sell you something
The one I most enjoyed
I fell asleep to avoid
The heat of the afternoon
On holiday with my boy
We both slept like babies
Maybe me more than he
Out together for an hour or so
Woke up feeling free
What did we miss?
Oh nothing
While we were gone
Oh nothing
We came back like different people
I’m not trying to sell you something
Is someone trying to tell me something?
So bring on the naps
At your mum and dad’s
When I’m home or I’m playing shows
I am the king of the naps
Siestas for me
And yes I’m counting the sheep
Disco naps in the back, Jack
Daytime sleep
What did I miss?
Oh nothing
While I was gone?
Oh nothing
What did I miss?
Oh nothing
What’s going on?
Oh nothing
I come back like a different person
I’m not trying to sell you something
Is someone trying to tell me something?
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3. |
Canary
05:06
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i keep having the same dream most nights recently
i wish you would have them too
do not underestimate me
if this is the comedown when was the high?
so serious all the time
i keep chewing over the same train of thought
day upon day upon day
i keep worrying the same song
i just want to make it okay
if this is the comedown when was the high?
so serious all the time
i’m a page turner a slow learner a wage earner a bridge burner a heartbreaker a head shaker a mistake maker
a canary in the own goal mine
if this is the comedown when was the high?
so serious all the time
i’m a good guesser a flesh presser a confessor a say yesser a fight thrower a doubt sower a whistleblower
a canary singing in his sleep
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4. |
Gracechurch Street
03:59
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Gracechurch Street, compromise
Walking back you covered your eyes
They lay in wait, hands on keys
Animals with human needs
Past counting houses, wastes of space
Steel and glass, capital taste
Dignified, you held up your head
They drained your spirit and twist what you said
You find yourself weeks away
The feelings still grip, the memories stray
They shapeshift and change tone
They follow you round, they sleep in your home
You know it will pass, it’s starting to fade
Replaced in your mind by the progress you’ve made
Things that don’t kill you can still chip away
At your sense of self-worth, and ruin your day
Gracechurch Street, compromise
Walking back, you covered your eyes
They lay in wait, hands on keys
Animals, with human needs
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5. |
Oh Dear
04:06
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You still have a thing for her
You still think about her once in a while
The presents you gave her
How unhappy you made her
How you know you’ve faded from her mind
Cos you still have a thing for her
And no one knows how hard it is for you
No one understands what it meant
How you didn’t mean to wreck it
And you wish you could forget it
And true love will not find you in the end
No one cares how hard it is for you
Oh dear, oh dear
You still have a thing for her
But you don’t want to give that thing a name
Whatever name you gave it
It’s still too late to save it
Your feelings will all still feel the same
Cos you still have a thing for her
Oh dear, oh dear
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6. |
Going to Everglades
03:41
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Gate nine
And before we go
Resting in the armchair
Black velvet
And I can hear the beats
From your headphones to where I am
Sonic Youth
And did I tell you
It’s not the LP version?
The little girl beside me
Is drinking a weird flavour milk
I could steal from her
I could steal from her bag of chips
Long flight
I hope I won’t be seated beside her
And what are going to do there?
I mean it’s a country where they fry people
Still I want to bring back
A baseball cap, sneakers
And a guitar from ‘57
And see the Everglades
Birds
The birds in the Everglades
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7. |
Note to Self
04:20
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I’m starting to believe a lack of ambition
Does not somehow reveal fear of any kind
It just is, and should be respected
As a thing in its own right
That powerful lack!
It’s not a sign that you wish to die unremembered
Or something you wear to remind us you will
When I was younger I wanted to make my mark
And as I made my mark
I found more pleasure in the making
Than in the marks
Which is why I believe a lack of ambition
Is a strength in which you should delight
So
Sit back down if you can’t get into it
And switch it off if you can’t get down
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8. |
My Brother, The Racist
04:22
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My brother, the racist will die and I won’t know when
Guess I’ll find out later, I can hold on till then
I don’t wish he was dead but he can never be my friend
That won’t change
Our fathers failed us, each their own special way
Feels strange to say it even though I know it’s ok
I think I made my peace with that, but who can say?
I don’t know now
My brother, the racist, he didn’t get there by himself
Hatred is always passed on by someone else
And if I kept him close that might have helped
I’ll never know
But I don’t want to hold on, I don’t want to hold on to that
Who would want to hold on, who would want to hold on to that?
My brother, the racist, I think he’s still just a little kid
I’m only trying to make excuses for what he did
I don’t wish him dead but I don’t mind now if he is
Maybe he is
My brother, the racist will die and I won’t know when
Guess I’ll find out later, I can hold on till then
I don’t wish he was dead but he can never be my friend
That won’t change
I don’t want to hold on, I don’t want to hold on to that
Who would want to hold on, who would want to hold on to that?
I can’t negotiate with that, with all the empathy I lack
Even though I know where it comes from, I don’t want to hold on to that
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9. |
Jonny
03:32
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Who knows what I’d be running from?
Who knows where I’d be running to?
If you find out will you let me know?
I would do the same for you
I remember those nights in your car
Looking out at the valley below
Rubbing the steamed up glass with our hands
Mike and Robin on the stereo
Sometimes I think I left a part of me there
Maybe sometimes you do too
As if all that talk about a lucky escape
Was just a way to make it seem true
Eight miles into town from mine
Parking up behind the square
Sometimes we’d have separate nights
Later on I’d meet you there
Once we bumped your car around
Moved it so you couldn’t find it
You took it on the chin and laughed
At me and the townie pricks behind it
Now you paint and I write songs
We both made it out somehow
I’m glad we stuck it out this long
If we stayed there where would we be now?
Who knows what we’d be running from?
We both know what will be will be
If I work it out I will let you know
You would do the same for me
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10. |
Mr Sunshine
03:43
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I found the last patch of sunlight in the city
I shared it with some suits
There were shadows dragging over their faces
From their telephone salutes
I drank the last cup of coffee in the world
Spilled some on my coat
I read the lips of a man in a car
Felt the tension in his throat
I miss you
I miss the kids
I’m on the 16.33 with my heart in my mouth
Or the twelve minutes to-
I found the last patch of sunlight in the city
I’m bringing it home to you
I’m Mr Sunshine
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