1. |
Chess Mate
01:06
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2. |
Read Then Rip
02:09
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anywhere you go
they seem to tell you no
we swore we’d never be
the king of health and safety
if you bring me a book
i swear i’ll always stop
if there’s no time for reading
then you’ll know
we’ve stopped believing
and now you run so fast
future becomes past
developmental stages
i want to read then rip the pages
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3. |
Something Said
04:00
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something said
is something saved
authorised to pave the way
you could never read
the writing on the wall
measurements in feet
they ask me how tall
something read or overheard
every single other word
the shoelace off your feet
policeman on the beat
the patterns we expose
for better or for worse
something good
is something near
fading as soon as appear
you were not obscene
noticeably new
i was talking always to you
we were talking loud
louder than
we’ve ever talked before
talking about
things we shouldn’t talk about
who said there were things
things we shouldn’t talk about?
autumn signals in the air
our beliefs that we are fair
autumn signals in the wind
they can often capture him
something said
is something saved
authorised to pave the way
how long til the past, how long
how long til the past
heals our battle scars at last?
autumn signals in the air
our beliefs that we are fair
autumn signals in the wind
they can often capture him
something good is something near
fading as soon as appear
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4. |
Little Misses
00:24
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my son is learning names from the nursery
miss fe, miss iffy
and every other miss
but if there’s one miss
he must learn most importantly
it’s miss-ogynist
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5. |
Lemmings
02:51
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what a funny little way to find out you have a tail
it will show and tell your soul, it’s the window to your mind
what a funny little ruse that is eeking out the truth
there’s a scene and there’a guide
and you’re somewhere inbetween
what a funny little man in your pocket like a ham
he is sandwiched between pickle and a jam
he’s a sinner, i’m a saint, i am tickling restraints
we are loggers, we are air, put the countryside to death
he’s a human, he’s a man, takes the womb from uncle sam
makes a statement, makes a charm
keeps the martyrs safe from harm
when we deliver on a dream
we’re delivering a dream
animal-bonding machine
take the flowers out the vase and just draw them on the cast
asking level-headed questions from the left
asking level-headed questions from the right
what’s wrong with our bestest guess?
when we deliver on a dream
the sharpest minds you’ve ever seen(!)
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6. |
Pocket Watch
02:15
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without the time of day
i’m nowhere
when you take them aside
and when you put them away
all your troubles decide
they got nothing to say
they got nothing
to fill the cold hour
they got nothing
to fill the cold cold hour
they got nothing to fill
they got nothing to find
they got nothing to steal
they got nothing to hide
they got nothing
to fill the cold hour
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7. |
The Alphabet
02:11
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the alphabet slips
a
w
a
y
clasping at Dresden
they might know what you meant
history was spelt with a mistake
radio mexico sent fold-outs of new codes
you may as well broadcast the autumn
stepping from the statue
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8. |
Way With Words
01:55
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you’ve got a funny looking face and a sinister smile
you’ve got a look in your eye that says ‘leave it a while’
you kind of stink like a fluid that i don’t want to say
but i love you baby because you have a way
you have a way with words
i don’t know what you’re thinking when you’re trying to dance
and your fingertips are green yet you kill all the plants
i don’t trust your fingers when dividing the bill
and i’m not entirely sure you have any other skill
you have a way with words
your dress-sense belongs in a charity shop
the kind of clothes people donate that are never sold on
your beautiful in many ways but I don’t care
just a simple conversation with you keeps me ensnared
you have a way with words
tell me about what you did today
just open your mouth ‘cos you got a way
you have a way with words
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9. |
The Romans
01:38
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have we really come that far since the romans
our love is less guarded?
stop pretending that we’re new
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10. |
Decade of Bones
03:35
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i do not think we are taking our time
avalanche hold up, i’m mounting my climb
i do not show my fists, i do not gnarl my teeth
what’s the beef?
nation, i love you, you’re swept to one side
what’s the beef?
father and mother, how did you collide?
a decade of bones
you pull my finger
i go home
to all of my friends re not calling
passive punishment is appalling
you serve your time then you move on
if you think otherwise then you are wrong
a decade of bones
you pull my finger
i go home
fleshing out the muse
amusing but it would not bouge/bouchée
they swooped on your homework and now you are sad
they’re just comedy dicks, is it really that bad?
avalanche hold up, i’m mounting my climb
a decade of bones
you pull my finger
i go home
a decade of bones
too flashy to phone home
i do not think we are taking our time
avalanche hold up, i’m mounting my climb
what’s the beef? what’s the beef? what’s the beef?
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11. |
On The Hour
03:40
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you were the one
holding the sun
extending your arms to meet everyone
i was what for
opening doors
catching the wind as it falls to the floor
all in good time
these records of mine
they fall short of sub
and swallow the lime
taking the screen
this silver light dream
talk in the week
in the weekends they scream:
what do you need?
a drink on the hour
and maybe some weed
what do you need?
a drink on the hour
and somebody’s dream
somebody’s dream
somebody’s dream
dreaming of you
somebody’s dream
i’m dreaming of you
i’m dreaming of 1, 2, 1, 2
i’m dreaming of you
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12. |
Last Episode
00:54
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what will you do with your time?
a grape that might one day make wine
there are dreams to catch or let go
there’s always a last episode
there’s a mum and a dad
a guitar, a notepad
and a story that never gets old
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Alex Brenchley London, UK
Alex Brenchley is an artist & musician based in London. A cartoonist for many British publications including New Statesman & Literary Review, his work fuses low-fi comedy, spoken word and electro-acoustic songs into an open-ended parcel of silliness, sincerity and non-sequiturs. ... more
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