1. |
Twenty Something
04:42
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Twenty Something
She’s awaiting my call
Anticipating I’ll never stall
From a plaything ready to amuse
I need anyone to get me through
And I’m twenty something
Living life on bedroom floors & promises
Twenty something
Going on to being a child
Success to come this time next year
An invitation to appear
At every bar in every town
In every glass there lies a clown
Are we paranoid
About
Commitment & things,
Only to avoid
Daylight
And all she brings?
Morning’s Crawl awakened sober, fell from grace
So tell her she’s no reason to make up her face
There’s no need for vain exchanges in my place
There’s no one else...
And I’m twenty something
Living life on bedroom floors & promises
Twenty something
Going on to being a child!
December 3rd, ’96.
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2. |
Lastlight Serenade
03:15
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Lastlight Serenade
You were born on the outskirts of town,
I was dead and you were around...
Change in my pocket,
Praying for rain,
Waiting for summer to take us again,
Drown my sorrows to a
Lastlight serenade.
We were caught beneath the sun,
Our blood closet dawn’s swansong...
Change in my pocket,
Praying for rain,
Waiting for summer to rush in again,
Drown my sorrows to a
Lastlight serenade.
And watchclown hides around cornerstones,
And the sound of fire recalls our homes...
Change in my pocket,
Heavy on sane,
Longing for romance to touch me again,
Dream of thunder in a
Lastlight serenade.
March, ’96.
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3. |
Curveflower
04:47
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Curveflower
Waiting by your window, the light’s on a bend
I’m bored of reaching all the same conclusions again
Shaken off an anger that’s been the only friend
Worth my while
Fallen like the angels on their tired roads
Helpless as the time is wasted on my own
Soon I’ll watch the sun rise by waters’ edge alone
For a while
Heavy though the night may seem
I’ve got to make it mine
An elevated kind of dream
To ride me down its line
I don’t know where you’re coming from
With all that you say
You’ve raised above the town
And all its alleyways
Afraid of rejection, I’m caught in the rush
Unaware of the crowd
Spinning round and
Around
Might not be around to engineer our fall
Us in all our glory were the last curtaincall
But it’s looking like an audience have lost their control
For a while.
’95.
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And I’m Looking For A Purer Light
The pigs are spawning
Her pills
Were stolen at midnight,
Our only connection,
They surround in pools of
Mood stills,
And I’m looking for a purer light
To ease the reflection,
I walk
Alone on this path,
Your middle-class failures’
Be my education,
Crossing town, checking out the places
That she’d hang around
When we were wasted...
Throughout the nights’ entirety
Our time of talk
Is sacred,
Beyond them subtle avenues
Where we held onto
A stoned highrise,
It’s a naked twist of
Generation
With The Real Illustrators
Decorating the gallery,
The cold, television glow
Says ‘fight for your freedom’
While the pacifists lay bleeding...
I believe
In the power of
These streets in my veins
And the wine I tasted,
I believe
In serenity of
Mascara Rain,
Tonight
I am Dionysus
And I’m looking for a purer light...
We drown
In lakes of direction,
And I’m looking for a purer light
To calm her affection,
Underground
We got a scene where disciples
Of our style are undressing
For a shot at the big time...
’96.
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