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A Perfect Storm
08:15
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Last night my country from fitful dreams
Awoke anew transformed
It had turned to an insect a monster a storm
And it wondered however this could be
It's a perfect storm don't you know
And the raging wind still blows
While we poor sailor boys go up aloft
And the landlubbers lie down below
In our ears pour the mouthfroth and hebenon curd
And Britain's broiling ids
You'll create a demon so slimy it skids
I just wonder how long before we see
There is no devil we don't know
Still the raging wind will blow
While we poor sailor boys go up aloft
And the landlubbers lie down below
This demon will open his gaping gob
And the braying void will spew
And the more that we look the less is true
Save that chaos demands a hefty fee
It's a perfect storm
For our age's figura nothing will fit more
Than to reflect right back at him
Just as he mirrors medleys we must make our hymn
Allegorise like Dante did, unsheathe our vitriol
It's a perfect storm
In his mouth you can see the redeemed and the just
And the flying pigs are there too
And the beads run down his brow like the unheard few
Pissing into the wind including me
It's a perfect storm
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2. |
Thorn
05:13
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Nothing but husks
Fruit of a fallen seed
Recently rejuiced
With golden choking weeds
And dreams
Here I am
You've found me
I'm here
Thorns inside the nest
A medieval torture chamber
Recently reduced
To games and chatting
Galleries
Here I am
You've found me
I'm here
Justice is served
To hungry patrons who
Recently rejoiced
At seeing a number turn their way
And sleep
Here I am
You've found me
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3. |
Black Ice
02:49
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Ah
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4. |
Rambling Sailor
04:27
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I've sailed the seas fought battles too
Long time I've ploughed the ocean
I've fought for my queen and country too
Won medals and promotion
But now I'll bid shipmates adieu
I've left behind both ship and crew
I'll travel the country through and through
To be a rambling sailor
And if you want to know my name
My name it is young Johnson
I've got a mission from the queen
To court all girls that are handsome
And with my false heart and my flattering tongue
I'll court them all but I'll marry marry none
Court them all both old and young
And be a rambling sailor
And when I came down to Greenwich town
There I saw lasses aplenty
And I boldly stepped right up to them
To court them for their money
And with my false heart and my flattering tongue
I'll court them all but I'll marry marry none
I'll court them all both old and young
And be a rambling sailor
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5. |
Burn Me Up
06:31
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Falling in this was enough
I don’t need the fire again
But she makes me sit right up
Though I know can’t maintain
And I know how it feels
To go without her touch
It’s a secret sacred thing
My great heresy for today
And each lick becomes a sting
God knows you somehow have to pay
Cos I know how it feels
To sleep and feel unloved
Cos the stormy skies weren’t enough
Cos the burden wasn’t enough
Cos nothing was enough
She’ll burn me up
In the red light on those hills
On my one weekend away
It’s so fresh in my mind still
Hearing you beg me to stay
Cos you know how it feels
When I’m in there with you
Cos the stormy skies weren’t enough
Cos the burden wasn’t enough
Cos nothing was enough
I’ll burn you up
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6. |
In The Garden
02:06
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[wordless]
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7. |
The Dolphin
04:44
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Our ship she lay in harbour, in Liverpool docks she lay
Awaiting for fresh orders, her anchor for to weigh
Bound down for the coast of Africa our orders did run so
We're going to sink and destroy my boys no matter where we go
We had not been sailing scarce fifty leagues or more
For there we espied a lofty ship and down on us she bore
She hailed us in French colours, she asked us where and whence we came
We've just come down from Liverpool town and the Dolphin is our name
Are you a man of war sir pray tell me what you be
I am no man of war sir but a pirate ship you see
Come heave up your fore and main yards and let your ship come to
For our tackles are overhauled and our boats are all lowered or else we will sink you
Now our captain he stood on the quarterdeck he was brave and fearless too
It's three to one against us he cried unto his crew
If it hadn't had been for my younger brother this battle would never have been tried
Let every man stand true to his gun and we'll give them a broadside
Now broadside to broadside which caused all hands to wonder
To see that lofty tall ship's mast come rattling down like thunder
We shot them from our quarterdeck til they could no longer stay
Our guns being smart and we played a fine part and we showed them Liverpool play
Now this large tall ship was taken and in Liverpool docks was moored
We fired shots with our sweethearts and the fancy girls ashore
We hoisted down the French colours and put up the red white and blue
We drink success to the Dolphin and all her jovial crew
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8. |
To Live In Pronouns
04:39
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Specifics strangle everything
There is no other you
In every face you're there behind the eyes
Your voice contains all others too
I've fallen in and I can't swim back out
Cos I've seen the orbit of the world around you
And space and time fold in when I'm touching you
I love you what else can I do
As if I'm nothing more than wires
But only you are the real source
A river touching all that dies
That man and her are the same in my eyes
I've seen the orbit of the world around you
And space and time fold in when I'm touching you
All my days with you
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9. |
A Lost Carol
01:49
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[wordless]
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Tuscany Liverpool, UK
From Liverpool. Weapons of choice are keyboard, guitar, vocals, programmed drums.
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