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Saudade
04:00
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Sifting through the sediment of you
Filing it away
Signed the forms, paid the man his due
There's nothing left to do or say
Pictures faded to a patina of youth
A sepia array
Every memory and freshly pulled tooth
These things are keeping them at bay
But now
The shopping's put away upon the shelves
I'd best get on, these tears won't cry themselves
Thanks for dropping by, the thought it means a lot. Now you get to go.
Leave the hymns, the presents that I got
I'm starting to remember you
So now I'm through with hiding all my tells
I'd best get on, these tears won't cry themselves
I'd best get on, these tears wont cry themselves
Cry it out or store it up
Screwing down the bottle top
Every job is grief deferred
Put it off ‘til you're interred
Eye for detail, little things,
Keening note the choir sings
Poignant soft sans-serif font
Sausage rolls your sister wants
Focus on the details
Sweating out the detail
Focus so these tears don't cry themselves
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Hold
04:21
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I'm not waiting for the mountain
Waiting for the earth to come to me
She's not looking to the future
That's a fairy tale she can't believe
She's on the other line
I'm on hold again
I can't see beyond this moment
Even as my knees give way on me
She's on the other line
I'm on hold again
I'm good at loving
But not being loved
She connected me
Hello? Hello?
I think I've been cut off
She's on the other line
I'm on hold again
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Hastings, Out Of Season
03:43
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Last week I found myself
Trapped in Hastings, out of season
The worn deckchairs
And pungent air
Heavy with decayed seaweed infusion
The scent of what we're losing
It's how everything goes
We watch everyone die
Except for those people who get to watch us die
It's Hastings out of season
Where love goes to die
Last week I found myself
Amid faded seaside glamour
The empty streets
And battered seats
Remembering with plaques who used to sit there
Last week I found myself
Surveying dated desolation
The plaster peels, we cool our heels
Spin our wheels waiting for the cancer
To relieve us of our need to answer
It's how everything goes
We watch everyone die
Except for everyone who gets to watch us die
It's just the way things go
We watch everyone die
Except for our children, who get to watch us die
And don't know why
The grim reaper just happens by
To steal away
The ones we love
Fuck that guy
Fuck that guy
It's Hastings out of season
Where love goes to die
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Though I'm far away my thoughts will always come to dwell where you are
To drag your eyes from the oppressive ceiling, and evil dark
Dawn will come, it won't be long, but until then
The dark is on your side, and the night is beautiful
And will hold onto you until morning.
Imagine I'm there for your urgent tap to roll on my side
Slide your arm around, immerse yourself where fear can't hide
You have my heart when we're apart, but just for now
The dark is on your side, and the night is beautiful
And will hold onto you until morning
When you are by my side life is beautiful
All will be renewed in the morning
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Deserted By Every God
04:24
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Child hidden in a tree trunk
Understanding only enough
Breaking waves of smoky chaos
Deserta per omne deus
Tigers rampage through the meadow
Driven out of broken ghetto
Take your dreams of light and ocean
Make them into painful motion
The one who feels in the world
Your fear exists in the world
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My Saccharine
03:50
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Tooth decay and fever dreams
Serotonin won't fill in cavities
Enamel worn down to the nerve
This migraine aura is all that I deserve
To have when self control
Won't stop me taking bites out of my soul
Addictive flannel mouth
I know deep down what I must cut out
My saccharine
Too sweet to be let in
Everything else is
Flavourless within
Your seasoning
Makes everyone else's seem so thin
Now I can't taste anything
Without my saccharine
I thought that I deserved a treat
To have something in my life be sweet
Reminding me of being young
Fireworks exploding on my tongue
The top shelf treasure chest
Sherbet stings a path to the dentist
Swallow my urge and doubt
The hardest thing I've had to cut out
My saccharine
Too sweet to be let in
Everything else is
Flavourless within
Your seasoning
Makes everyone else's seem so thin
I can't taste anything
Now without my saccharine
My saccharine
Are you a sickness or a sin
With all the root canal pain that you bring?
Candy delight
I guess I'll crave you 'til I die
Eating away at me from within
My saccharine
Your absence felt in everything
My saccharine
You're too sweet for me to let you in
My saccharine
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Feeding
04:38
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Demeaning the public trust
While revelling in power lust
All the while smile plastered on my face
When all I am has turned to dust
You pray at last things will be just
But know your hope's in vain
That's not the case
Because I'll feed upon the sky
Like I fed upon the earth
Admire all these things put here to feed me
Your life and mine are not the same
I inherited a medal in a pre-rigged game
When I ascend you'll recognise your lie
Slip the bounds of reality
And buy my way to immortality
You can hold out for a final judgement from on high
But forever you will wait
And while you hold your breath
I'll be cheating death
Forever you will wait
Because I'll feed upon the sky
Like I fed upon the earth
Admire all these things
Put here to feed me
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10. |
Lighthouse
03:08
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He puts his arms around her
She shrugs them off
Hugs her knees into her chest
So she can feel small
He says "you can't hide from yourself this time,
You'll ground yourself again on the rocks of you"
The fists that beat against his chest
That push away
Too scared to let herself be loved
Terrified he won't stay
He says "I'll hoist a light upon the shore
To help you steer away from the rocks of you"
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11. |
Sine Qua Non
04:53
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The Sad Song Co. Oxford, UK
Solo albums from multi-instrumentalist Nigel Powell, previously of Unbelievable Truth, Dive Dive, Frank Turner and the Sleeping Souls.
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