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Would you struggle to hear it
If not said by some sad cunt
And how do you notice
If it's not blunt
Face the truth, you have nothing to say of use
And aren't you tired of speaking
It's not dark enough that you can't see it plain
And aren't you tired of sleeping
None return to ring
None return to sing with me
There's a dampness in my bones
That slithers between the fingers
All our milestones are measured in misery
And that's all that lingers
Now the ending's closing in
You won’t hear what was sung
It's too late and cold within
So do not come
No one wonders where you are
The people that you know aren't near
And though no-one here will harm you
The end's not coming, it's here
None return to ring
None return to sing with me
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The Throat
05:55
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I remember all the gestures, and the things that you'd say
Of the bleakness in the winter, never talked about in day
That it's always indifferent, always solemn and blue
But the words that spilled out of your mouth, never seemed to come from you
And I know that there's a difference, between persistence and resistance
But I think for right now, all that matters in this instance
Is that time isn't kind, it's been nine years I think
All the swallows in the darkness, all the sadness in the drink
And when you see me calling, do you wish it wasn't me
Do you think of someone else when my head's between your knees
Are you worried that I'm wrong, or that you're too fucked up
Are you simply sick and tired, and have you had enough
Do you wonder when it was, when you last felt adored?
When you look and see the throat you have, do you forget that it's yours
It's the throat that I've yearned for, and the throat that I dreamed
The throat that spat the words out, and the throat that swallowed teeth
But still you come, to argue and sigh
It's not what we wanted, it's just what survives
And when you stay, we'll wallow and cry
We're old and we're tired, but we'll never die
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Ornament Republic
05:43
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There is a man who I know, and he's always letting go
All the things on his walls bear your name
He may not be required, but I know that he's tired
And the night's not profound it's profane
He searches the shame to see what he'll find
He knows it's pointless but he doesn't mind
And does he know blame? For pain that he's built
I think he's waiting to swallow his guilt
A heavy hands bones are creakin
The spit in his mouth is knotting
Walls of pigs and paintings of endings
Who does he think is listening?
He searches your lungs to see what he'll find
He knows it's worthless but pays it no mind
And do you know shame? For blame that he's built
Do you think that he's waiting? To swallow the guilt
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Quarter Light
02:58
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Every time I have a drink I think
Why the fuck did I ever stop?
I can get through today if I must
But I'd much rather not
The fireplace is full of coal
The windowsill is growing mould
And this seems fine
I don't think you'll cry
I'm not convinced you'll notice
I always thought I'd die violently
Not age or bad health
I think I'll end up being shot
By someone or myself
And everything is burnt
And you won't notice the words
I don't think you'll cry
I'm not convinced you'll notice
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Nothing Happens
04:13
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Your sense and sentiment
Won't be accounted for here
Your sex and negligence
Can't be included in this
And we know the absence
Of hands in spaces where they used to be
And there is a silence
That's stuck to the spit on the backs of our teeth
Hide your face that sombre way
I don't think there's much to say
Nothing happens anymore
The old songs expired
I don't think this will change
The bodies are tired
Nothing happens anymore
The hands not required
Everything stays the same
The voices are silent
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Crowland
06:30
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This has been here before
The cobbles and the graveyard
We have shared some drinks down there
Down by the Trinity
The walls have crumbled now
The parishes are empty
We have been so quiet there
Silent by the arches
The bells don't echo
They're never pulled to ring
The green man beckons
And no one comes to sing
The organ's quiet
The pipes are silent now
The doors won't open
But the silence rings on somehow
The clouds were heavy
Wet underneath the collar
The way back down was slow
With crows on the sinking fens
And at the newer house
You talked of castling
We have been so quiet there
Silent all for nothing
The bells don't echo
They're never pulled to ring
The green man beckons
And no one comes to sing
The organ's quiet
The pipes are silent now
If you ever go there
I'll listen for their sound
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Half-Wife
04:02
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You've seen this before
It's been cold but it's not bitter
And I have some terrible things
I thought we could do to each other
Then in your house
The ceiling seems to shrink smaller each day
Is this too close
Or just in the way?
I stole the stars just to drink them
So when you look up there's nothing there
And when you think of leaving
Did you really think that we would care?
It's not that I'm tired
Or sick of the small of your back
It's only the symptoms of breathing
Or sometimes the thought that
All of the time that I've spent
Waiting for something to happen
Is stolen from someone I don't know
But maintains the pattern
Always inside and always the same
Do you feel the dissatisfaction?
Well I can't remember the last time
That you didn't matter
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8. |
Please Leave Quietly
02:48
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Won't be long till it's done
Fucked the chance to see what comes
You're alone, and
This is all that you have to show
Please rise
And then please leave quietly
Hold your tongue, take your seat
This is not your turn to speak
Don't you know that
This is all that I have for you
Stay down
I think I will leave this quietly
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9. |
Again
01:00
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