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Correct
02:56
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i wondered why - instead of calling me "a critic" - you called me "critical".
i've been asked if Cash really killed that man way out in the desert of Nevada. I don't know.
he says "You've got the look of someone who's got the world figured out". correct.
but it's a solo endeavour: admission for one.
admission I've strayed.
admission I'm done.
admission I'm long gone.
admission for one.
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2. |
You'll Shrug
04:21
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pour over a week of transcripts:
four out of five words a waste
leave more on the cutting room floor.
or you'll start to get the feeling that your mouth should sound the opposite of what you mean
to coax a kind word, to coax cordial flood
you'll get the feeling.
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3. |
Nice Life
03:45
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your two o clock fell through.
your three o clock failed you
hands wave from afar... dreadful sinking when you find they are just palms in refusal.
chris won't be seeing anyone today, he feels its better this way.
your day flew in.
your day can't begin.
you saw them slip and fade: pirouette turned setback. head split on ice.
nice life.
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4. |
Problem Solver
01:42
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i have nothing to report on my return
back from fact finding, i have found no facts.
home from the new world, gurkha's gloss turned matte.
i want to talk for a second about where we're at
i want to talk for minute about that
i want to balk for a moment before we yield
faults find their way to cheek each year
I have nothing to report on my return
but i found comfort in a held-back smile seeping through your speech
sleeping through a few weeks, waiting for the worst to drop
those weeks were astral but i lay in wait for the death-knell
sometimes your day takes a different shape than you thought it would resemble.
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like a claymore faced toward moving car
like a turncoat, incorrect guess at who we are
history not worth repeating
r.o.i on a chance meeting
work in shifts for twelve months of the year
to come a long way from right about here
dragged by the hair, pulled by the ear
caught by surprise on an idle monday
says "it feels right", looks more like a halt at a turnpike
a frightful prospect draws near
work in shifts for twelve months of the year
to come a long way from right about here
dragged by the hair, pulled by the ear.
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Find X
02:00
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find x, show your working.
found standing next to profound things
find yourself seething
find yourself not hearing
find yourself saying the same thing.
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7. |
Dirge For Self
02:06
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got on like a home on fire
as embers burned i quickly learned this home was a pyre
got on to a bad repetition
watch me second guess, watch me dig my heels in
what i do best
what i do has Strait Bering on you
stepped out for the entire day just to watch my mind go astray
like an encore on a setlist, lose magic by delineating everything straight away.
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8. |
Straight Lines
02:07
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i want to be a doctor. i want to be a vet.
i want to be what the universe doesn't know it needs yet.
i want to be a firefighter, albert stanley
right now i'm gordon ramsay
when the letters stop comin, when the jury comes in
i want to be a straight line
i want be present for the shrill chime of my verdict
a guard in a white uniform, a sixteen year old not home
i'm perched on the pavement clutching a phone
galvanised by the knowledge that I'm alone
learning about straight lines
a billion people with little x's for lives
a billion people joined in a collective sigh
when I emerge and roll the boulder back i'll be much bolder and tactful too.
the slate will be wiped and i'll start anew.
i'll be a straight line
i'll be present for the shrill chime of my verdict
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9. |
Album Of The Year
05:09
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another year came around
take stock of what's left in lost and run aground
sachets scattered on a tray
let the help take it away
third-person fugue state
hibernate for december, when frost bites down
a season drowned and then frozen as a placard, spelling out in script: "31 days set to fuck you up hard".
four months on, that creeping sense of dread turns numb
spring has sprung and the world stays deaf and dumb
come along for a dry run - this one's just for fun.
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