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Windogame
06:10
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In a dream you had, come to me n’ said
Remember the time you slipped?
How you lost your feet, to the silver street
And the knees of your stockings ripped
God u make a game, of my window frame
You come in like I used to leave
When the air was sweet, and the grass was cheap
Because we were both 17
When I’m fast asleep do you have to keep
Don’t bother me
When the morning
Has yet to pass my lips
We want the sway
Of the curtains
Not what the edges let slip
Thought you’d come in
Unnoticed
Small in the blue of dawn
I have got plenty
To dream of
Without having you to think on
In a dream you had, come to me n’ said
Isn’t it time we slipped?
When I’m fast asleep, do you have to keep
Coming around like this
God, u make a game of my window frame
Don’t bother me
When the morning
Has yet to pass my lips
We want the sway
Of the curtains
Not what the edges let slip
Thought you’d come in
Unnoticed
Small in the blue of dawn
I have got plenty
To dream of
Without having you to think on
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2. |
Worm Dance
03:34
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When I wake up at night, I gather to myself
All kinds of things, not least the sheets
The silver silence and the boxes on my shelf
They do not speak, not least to me
And then the moon appears, across my pearly shell
I could not cry, not if I tried
You’re all the same you know, so this is just as well
The night is dry, I’m calcified
I’ll roll the carpet out silver across
The surface of the lake
Come here and meet me if you can walk
The ribbon of my wake
“No thanks”, I tell the moon, “got nothing left to say”
Said it all up, to my own feet
When I wake up at night, then I just eke away
Faces of the people I meet
If something feels better than being alone
I’ll be last to know
There’s too many people to hurry past
Too much smoke to blow
I go out to the store, I do not have to buy
Things that you would ask me to get
No tinned tomatoes or the cans of beer you like
Nothing much else like this I bet
If something feels better than being alone
I’ll be last to know
There’s too many people to hurry past
Too much smoke to blow
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3. |
Sun Song
01:51
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“O, but if I could get rid of it all,”
said the sun to the moon when the night came to fall,
“all the rooftops and chimneys and all of those things,
in the bright part of morning when the first sparrow sings.”
“O, but if I could just scrape from the ground
all the miles of concrete that carry around
all the motorcars making their way between the seas
leave the mountains and meadows to do as they please.”
“O, but if I could drink the rivers clean
give the birds and the bears more than space inbetween
tell all the tall buildings to go back to bed,
let the poor chopped-up farm fields be forests instead.”
Well the moon told the sun she would help if she could
But a mouthful of brickwork tastes worse than it should
She said I will admit I have thought to myself
If we wait just a bit it will swallow itself
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In the rain, I go home under something
empty cups, or the usual feeling
somebody turns to me, honey I think that you should probably be leaving
godspeed, safe walk, I’ll talk to you in the morning
and it’s right towards the end of the evening
little hands in my head start to hold things
things that I could never need, your things, books and broken keyrings
hot on these palms, like a pot handle burning
yeah it's right, at the end of the evening
when The Thought turns around to The Feeling
“it’s late, I’d hate, for you to keep me from my sleeping-
Godspeed, safe walk, i’ll talk to you in the morning
In the rain, I go home under something
weather or, just the tree leaves talking
one of them turns to me honey he thinks of you
like you’re a beesting
I stop, just watch raindrops melt into my skin
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5. |
Conker Song I
01:56
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In the only village hall, wearing snakeskin boots
Stones that chip the smooth well wall, on their way as fruits
In the larch pine soak and stew, how sharp have you slipped
As if, silver-buttered you, tacked to jacket rips
On the floor so imagine all the first fine tufts
Of a golden blanket in leaves and linking cuffs
Windfall apples in some ranks, pockmarking the grass
So quivers the foam at banks, flows the stream at last
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6. |
Also, the ocean
05:02
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Brown by the autumn, I was green all the same
But I knew I’d be going the minute I came.
Against the wall the rose and the thorn
Know they have risen where they were born
The last thing I want to do
Feels like the first one too
I sing a different tune
As we move from room to room
Also, the ocean
Seems so much bigger
Every time I look at your picture
I’m sure I’d drop the
Same line on the other side
If I’m supposed to grow up - where do I do it?
If I knew where the shore was, I’m sure I’d swim to it
Oh, colorado, do I need your mountains?
If I’m gonna find the right thing to get lost in
The last thing I want to do
Feels like the first one, too
I sing a different tune
As we move from moon to moon
Also, the ocean
Seems so much bigger
Every time I look at your picture
I’m sure I’d drop the
Same line on the other side
What do you think of me by the window?
(I love a trainride as much as the next girl)
Also the motion
Makes me feel smoother
Down on the platform
I’m just a loser
Rushing a suitcase on to the next great thing
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7. |
Jonny Midnite
03:59
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I met Jonny midnite
melting in the half light
said you don’t need to feel alright
to catch up with an appetite
I don’t always feel fine
flinching in the half time
I try too hard to make things mine
I tangle up in fishing line
When Jonny’s gone d’you think I will have learned my lesson?
I don’t want your answer I would rather keep guessing
Quit telling people to count their blessings
I’ve yet to walk in on the emperor dressing
I asked Jon a question
he can’t seem to put to bed
I cannot take a lover
Who cannot take what’s in my head
how come all the neighbours take their cup of sugar
down to where they dump it in the local river
don’t we know we’re making that water sweeter
so it can flow to a richer man’s pasture?
then I was a pearl bead
sliding on to daystrings
but I don’t need to learn to sing
to make the noise of everything
When Jonny’s gone d’you think I will have learned my lesson?
I don’t want an answer I would rather keep guessing
hey don’t remind us to count our blessings
I’ve yet to walk in on the emperor dressing
Jonny, take and plant this
Underneath our last kiss
Cos someone taught you to notice
the way I look in my dress
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8. |
Conker Song II
01:28
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In the only village hall, wearing snakeskin boots
Stones that chip the smooth well wall, on their way as fruits
In the larch pine soak and stew, how sharp have you slipped
As if, silver-buttered you, tacked to jacket rips
On the floor so imagine all the first fine tufts
Of a golden blanket in leaves and linking cuffs
Windfall apples in some ranks, pockmarking the grass
So quivers the foam at banks, flows the stream at last
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9. |
Hairs in my loom
03:05
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Back when the earth was young / the snake in your lung
Told you what songs were sung / what lutes you would strum
Your team’s got tupperware full of the fights you have won
Keeping the past in your pocket’s not my kind of fun
Eyes on the bathroom floor / a stick in my hand
Of the department store / a fire and a brand
I saw a face in the tiles and a line in the sand
I saw my body and couldn’t tell where it would land
Give the roles I’ve won
Give me the holes I’ve poked in the sun
Anthropocene hear me
Are we in a time capsule back to our knees
Like the waves scorn the beach / an onion in bloom
June makes a wish on each / the hairs in my loom
All of the futures that could’ve taken hold of you
Shrinkable dunes rolling over and into the blue
Give me my body back
It’s non-negotiable, sing the belfry bats
Anthropocene, hear me
Are we in a time capsule back to our knees
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