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Paul's Lament I
02:09
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THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL OF TRUST
THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL OF TRUST
THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL OF TRUST
THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL OF TRUST
THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL OF TRUST
THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL OF TRUST
THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL OF TRUST
THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL OF TRUST
ITS AS SIMPLE AS THAT CAUSE I’VE GOTTA LOOK AFTER ME-SELF NOW I ALWAYS SEEM TO DO THINGS FOR PEOPLE AND NEVER LOOK AFTER MYSELF
AND EVENTUALLY AT THE END OF IT I GET DEPRESSED I GET DOWN AND AFTERWARDS I THINK WHY DIDN’T I HAVE THE BALLS TO SAY SOMETHING
AND I’VE LET GO AND NOW I WON’T LET THAT HAPPEN
I’VE TOOK NOTICE OF PEOPLE I SHOULDN’T OF
PEOPLE THINK THEY CAN JUST COME INTO YOUR PRIVATE LIFE TURN IT UPSIDE DOWN AND WALKOUT AGAIN
AND EVERY TIME I WERE ASKING FOR HELP
PEOPLE SAY WHY DON’T YOU MIX WITH PEOPLE
I CAN’T TRUST ANYONE
ESPECIALLY AFTER THIS THING
I FIND IT VERY VERY VERY HARD TO TRUST PEOPLE NOW
THAT MEETING FRIENDS BECAUSE YOU SAY SOMETHING AND THE NEXT DAY ITS IN THE PAPERS
GOTTA UNDERSTAND NOW AND THIS IS THE THING THAT I’VE SAID I’VE LIKE I’VE SAT BACK AND TOOK A LOT OF SHIT AND LISTENED TO A LOT OF PEOPLE WHERE I’VE TOOK EVERYTHING IN AND I HAVEN’T BEEN ME-SELF
AND IT’S BEEN TERRIBLE
IT’S ALL ABOUT GIVING AND TAKING
YOU CANNAE JUST WANT WANT WANT AND NOT GIVE
AND THAT’S WHAT I FELT I FELT THEY WANTED WANTED WANTED
I COULDN’T DO THIS COULDN’T DO THAT
AND FOR ME THAT WAS A WANT WANT WANT AND NOT GIVE
AND EVERY TIME I ASKED FOR SOMETHING I FOUND IT VERY VERY HARD AT THE END TO ASK
WELL YOU KNOW THE ODD TEARS ARE COMING OUT AGAIN I ONLY HOPE THAT YOU KNOW THAT I CAN HANDLE THESE SITUATIONS AT THE MOMENT I AM FINDING IT HARD
THE ONLY REASON I’M IN TEARS IS ‘CAUSE I’M A YOUNG LAD
I’VE HAD ABOUT EIGHT YEARS AND I’M A YOUNG LAD AND I THINK A YOUNG LAD SHOULDN’T HAVE TO TAKE ALL THIS
AND I’M TAKING IT I’M TAKING IT MORE THAN LADY DI I’M TAKING IT MORE THAN ANYBODY I CAN THINK OF IN ENGLAND
I’M TAKING A HELL OF A LOT OF PRESSURE AND SOMETIMES I CAN’T COPE WITH IT
YOU KNOW I TRY TO COPE WITH IT AND I HIDE BEHIND THE FACT THAT I TRY AND BE FUNNY AND HIDE BEHIND IT BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY I CAN BE A SERIOUS PERSON
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2. |
A Noble Nause
01:05
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WE LIVE TO PAY FOR BONE DRY DEVIL'S LIES ON HOME PHONES
LIKE MOODY GOLD ON FAKE'S
FINGERS DIAL FOR SOLITARY SQUINTS
AND SMILES
BLINDED BY THE CHILD
CAN'T SEE WHEN ON TRIAL
CAN'T WATCH DAD’S DRINK AND FIGHT LIKE BLIND SHARKS
CAN'T WATCH MUM’S DROWN AND HIDE LIKE MICE IN THE REIGN
OF OUR SELF DOUBT
THE BOUT OF A BROTHER
A SUCKER BORN LIKE NO OTHER
ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER FIFTY PENCE
LOST IN SHAMBLES (SCRAMBLES)
I GAMBLE
IN ARGUMENTS
WITH THE FEEDING HAND
CAN BE A NEEDING HAND
BUT ROCKY WHEN IT COUNTS
AGAINST PAPER
CUTS LIKE SCISSORS
SORE BLOOD BANK FIGURES
AN INTEREST IN INTEREST
LOANS LIE WHEN DAD PHONES
OFF THE HOOK BY A THREAD
SAID LEST I FORGET
THAT MY BAG FOR LIFE SPLIT ON THE BACK OF THE BUS
SO BUSS A BREAKDOWN
AT THAT BLACK AND WHITE FLAG
AT RUSH HOUR
THIS GREY PLANET BLURS PAST
LIKE GREYHOUNDS DART AND BARK
LAUGHS LEFT THE GIGGLES
IN FEAR OF SIXTH PLACE
SELF HATE TRAPS BUT TAPS OUT
ON THE FIRST BENDER
THEN THE
LOAF IS AT A LOSS
ON THE TOP OF
THE MOURNING OF
THE HAIR OF THE DOG
DRUNK ON CIDER (SIDE-HER)
ON THE WRONG SIDE OF BEACHY HEAD
OR HOT ROPE ON HIS COLD GREGORY PECK-
NAM KNOWS HOW HIGH WORDS
IN LOW PLACES
MAKES US
BUBBLE WITH CONVICTION
SEMINAL NONFICTION
IS A CLASSIC CONDITION
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FLY IDOLS TO GREY GRAVE
BURIED IN RUBBER FILLED WHITE GOD GUILT
A FATE WORSE THAN WHITE LIFE ON LIDL LILT
TILTED SHOES DANCE AROUND ISSUES
MISS YOU TAKE TIME TO-UNDO
MISTAKES TOOK FROM THE OLD
SCHOOL-BOY
ERROR ERROR
ERA
WISH I NEVER EVER
HELD A MIRROR
IMAGE TO I-DOLL'S
SEEDS SPRING OFF FROM TITLES (TIE-TOLLS)
LIKE OFFSPRING AND BIBLES
SPREADING SPITTLE
RUB LIKE THUMB ON ROPEY FIDDLE
DRY SUI-PSY SINGLE NOTE
RINGS IN EARS AS BOXERS DWINDLE
READ KEVINS’ KINDLE
BREEDS ARSON
WE NEED TO TALK BOUT OUR SON
PALM STEADY AS A SWEATY PUN
FROM FATHERS TONGUE
LICK SAND WHEN SALTY
ANGER DROWNED IN BALTI
BOUND IN CANS OF BONE
SHADOWS OF LAW AND CLONE
REFLECT PAIRED PRISMS
NOW POP AND PRETTY PRISONS
LIKE THE TRENDY UGLY DOLE
BLACK BUTTERFLIES
SPREAD THE GUISE
HELD UP ON MIRRORED PHONES
BLOCKED CALLS ARE CAUSE AND EFFECT-TIVE METHODS OF
PASSIVE AGRO
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4. |
Soft Steppa
01:12
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WE DANCE AROUND THE TUSH
TO BEAT THE MULBERRY MUSH
MULL OVER AND BURY MY STANDARDS TWO FOLD
ON THE RIVER
POKER WITH THE WRONG PLUG
SPARKS
DOMESTIC FUEL
EXHAUSTS INSIDES EGOS’
THAT SHE BLOWS
OUT OF PRO-POOR-CHOICE
WRONG ONE SIDED VOICE
SOUNDS SHRILL ON THE BUBBLY (SHRUBBERY)
ON A FAKE HIGH TOO TUBBY (EH-OH)
FROM TELLY ILLS AND
BUY BYE BILLS
BELL OLD BILL TO BANG YOUR KNOBS
BEFORE BAILIFF’S KNOCK
LOUDER THAN SELF HARM
CALM BEFORE THE DOOR
AFTER NEIGH-BORES ROW TIL HORSE
TIL 'ER-LIE IN THE MORN
NING AND NANG SILENCE HANGS
BETWEEN DOWN-IN TINS
LEAVE-IN LIMBS
THAT BANG ON TIN
TABLE TOPS TO COLLECT
STORIES BEST SAID
IN SHADOWS TESTED ON MEMORY MATING
WITH REGRET RELATING
TO PREFER POLITELY FORGETTING (FOR-GAVE-HIM)
CHAINING SIDES OF DRUMS
TO WORDS OF NUMB
ANGUISH
YOU'VE BEAT AND BANISHED CHARACTER
HAVEN’T YA? (YAH YAH YES?)
NO (NO NO)
IM NOT UNAWARE
IM WARY IN
UNDERWEAR PISSED
OFF AT THE THOUGHT OF
SECRETS LACED UNDER FLESH
A FACE PAINTS TRUTHS AT HOME
ITS TOO TRUE ALONE
SOME FRIEND
SOME BET
HOWAY PET
HO'AWAY YOU GO
A WEEK AND A HALF
OF WEAKNESS LOST
EXCEPT NOT WILLINGLY
WHACK INDISPOSED MATTER
OF FACT
THE KNACK KNICKED FROM PADDY
A NIGHT AT A TIME
SADLY A SIGN
TO AVOID MIRRORS’ MOTIVES
TOWARD ENGLISH STEREO MOTIFS
WHO TALK OF GOING TO SPAIN FOR A CHINESE
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ALL THE BOTTLE NO THROTTLE
HOW THE SEA SOUNDS IN A COCKLE
SO REMOTE WITH NO CONTROL
STRANGLE TWITCHES
PEACHY BITCHES
TIP TOE ON EGG SHELL BEACHES
SHEDS OF HUMPTY DUMPTY'S FAECES (EGGS-CRETED)
CLUDO TOO SLOW FOR QUEENS
A PUZZLE PIECE THAT FITS LIKE SKINNY JEANS
ON OVERWEIGHT SIBLINGS (SPAM)
IN FAMILY PORTRAIT SEATS
EATING TREATS
TEETH BITE GLASS BOTTLE
I CORK WITH THUMB
NUMB LOVE MAKES FOR COLD HOMES AND RUM-AGE
THROUGH THE SHELL OF YOUR FORMER SELF
ON HOPELESS ENGLISH "SURES" (SHORES)
FULL OF ASHY BUTS
AND HOLLOW CANS
BROKEN MAN MARRIED
BRITTLE MUM
BUT BOTH RESENT
COY TOM BOY
SO CALLED
GOD SENT
GIVE UP VOWS FOR LENT
THEN GO OUT LIKE YOUR CHILD IS MEANT
TO RUN TO A HOME
KNOWN TO DISAPPEAR
LIKE BRIEF SHOULDERS IN A CROWD
CANNAE LEAN ON (CAN HE?)
FOR TOO LONG
CA' IT ALL GOES AWAY
(HOWAY) SO KEEP YOUR FAT CHIN UP
FLAT GLASS DOWN
RADIOS HISS IN TIN TRAFFIC TOWNS
WE HIDE
(WHERE) BLOCKED EARS NOSES AND EYES
TEARS DEDUCTED
FOR LACES UNTIED
BUTTONS UNDONE
MEMORY DRUNK
MEMO’S SENDING ME
A TREAT
TO TRICK YOU AS THE EFFIGY BURNS
TO F' A G' IN TERMS
CONDITIONED WITH SHAM-POOH
WINNIE THE WHO
BARE HONEY USED TO
PIN THE FISH-TAIL ON THE DON WITH THE KEY TO THE SPITFIRE
(EEYOOOORE…)
AY-YOUR SHIP NEEDS A TARGET IN BATTLE
NOT A SUBMERGED SUBMARINE SALE OF FISHY DREAMS
OF LOVE AND PEACE
PIECES OF HIPPIES AND DOVES I EAT
BLACK HEART’S TOO BRIGHT FOR ME
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6. |
Little Did They
01:03
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LITTLE MARY FULL OF DRUGS
THE BOTTLE IS WITH YOU
MESSY ARE THE MEDS INSIDE WOMEN
AND MESSY IS THE SON OF THY WOMB
JESUS IS A BUSY INFINITY BRIDGE
BEARING BARE WEIGHT TO NO END OR RIDGE
AND BURNING BRUNEL BONDS
SEVEN SPARKS FOR (SHAKES MARTIN)
WATTS TO COME
TWO TERMS
STIR IN ME
STERN RENTS
POP OFFSKIE
TO SKEET IN NEARBY JUNGLES
THE FULL FAULTLESS CRUMBLE
WITH RHYTHM
TO THE BEAT OF ABUSE
USE FEAR TO STEER YOU
PASS THE PAST
PART CONTENT
PART DECADENT
PART PARENT
(W)HOLY
AMBIVALENT
IN THIS OXY-MORON GENERATE-TION
SCORE TWO OS FOR YOUR PRO-SCRIPT-TION
FOR THY ALL-MIGHT-TIE APPLY-CAGE-TION
SOM-ISLE WHY NOT TRY PATIENCE
PLEASE CIRCLE N OR Y
WHY ASK WHY?
WHAT DO Y-O-U CARE?
IF I WEAR
Y FRONTS IN MY
ECHO CHAMBER MADE
ME CHANGE
AWARE-LESS-CESS-CITY
SCAPES
SCRAPE
BOTTOMLESS BARRELS
OF THE LOSSLESS DUMB
WIDE EYES SKY HIGH
UP UP AND AWAY I RUN
TO M.I.A-SEXUAL NUMBNESS
DUMB
BEAT ME TO PLEASE US
HUNG
BEAT MEAT TO JESUS
FUN
BEET BLEEDS AND LEAFS US
COME
BEAT EGGS TO FEED US
WHEN FETUS FATAL
FEMME FETALE SMITTEN
REFLECT MY G-LISTEN
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7. |
Smart Enough To Act Dumb
01:01
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I PISS IN THE DARK AND
FAN FLAMES
TO MAIN-TAME SPARKS
IN THE AFTERMATH
OF DOMESTIC SPARS
THAT TURNED ME STURN
COMING TO TERMS WITH
WHAT I’VE LEARNT
TO BLAME PARISH AND CHURCH
THAT I PERISH WITH HURT-FULL
FAULTS
WOUND FULL OF SALT
WOUND UP THE WALL
F' 'U ALL IF YOU
BLOOMED WITH NO BLUES
TOO POPULAR TOO CHATTY (PATTY)
TOO HAPPY GO LARRY
FLINT CALLED OUT ON FRIDAY
FIGHT PICKED ON MONDAY
ONE DAY WE’LL MELLOW
ON MARSHES
GRASS YELLOW
AS WANSTEAD FLATS (IN THE) FALL
MUDDY STUDS AND FLAT BALL (UNDER STUDS IN MUD FOR)
FOR THE SONS OF LOST YORE
WHO INHERIT THESE FAULTS
AIN'T YOUR FAULT YOU FIGHT (IT'S YOUR RIGHT)
AIN'T YOUR FAULT YOUR TIGHT (IT'S YOUR RIGHT)
AIN'T YOUR FAULT YOU MIGHT
NEVER KNOW WHERE IT ALL STARTED
'TIL YOU CAN SEE THE END
NOW THEN
I KNOW ITS NOT MY FAULT
I KNOW WHY I DO
BUT I DUUNO WHO TO BLAME WHO TO SHAME OR SHOO
SHOULD SOM SHAKE WITH FAUX FAULTS?
AM I MAKE-ING IT WALTZ (WORSE)
IN MATILDA TOLD THINGS
'TIL IM OLD AND ALL WARTS
WAITING LIKE A HEARSE (HERTZ)
TOLD OFF AT BIRTH
BROKE WATER INTO TEARS
THINK LAST FUCK UP FIRST
ONE TO TELL ON MYSELF
A GRASS AND A HALF
IS GREENER THAN A SECRET KEPT WITH NO HELP
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8. |
Paul's Lament II
02:01
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YEAH WE HAD BROKE UP AND THINGS LIKE THAT
AND THEN I FELT REALLY BAD
YOU KNOW I FELT A BIT FED UP AT THE TIME AND YOU DO GET DEPRESSED AND YOU KNOW YOU’VE GOT ANOTHER YEARS WORK AHEAD OF YOU
YOU JUST YOU FEEL LOST
I HAVE TO RELAX MORE I’M NOT RELAXING ENOUGH
AND I’M GETTING REALLY BELT UP AND THEN I’M… AS SOON AS SHE’LL SAY SOMETHING TO US I WAS TAKING IT OUT ON HER
WHERE THE PEOPLE I SHOULD’VE BEEN TAKING IT OUT ON
I DIDN’T
I KNEW I’D DONE SOMETHING BAD
AND I WAS TALKING TO PEOPLE SAYING WHY AM I LIKE THIS WHY AM I LIKE THAT?
IS IT BECAUSE THEY ARE MAKING ME MAD OR IS IT BECAUSE I’M NOT SECURE IN MYSELF AND I’M TAKING IT OUT ON THE PERSON THAT IS CLOSEST TO ME
THAT I LOVE
YEAH
BECAUSE I WANTED TO BE MAN ENOUGH
LIKE I SAID I WANTED TO CHANGE SORT OF INSTEAD OF HIDING BEHIND EVERYONE’S BACK COME OUT AND BE ME-SELF
AND WE’RE STILL GOOD FRIENDS YOU KNOW IT’S NOT A PROBLEM WE DON’T KNOW WHAT’LL HAPPEN IN THE FUTURE BUT AT THE MOMENT WE’RE BOTH HAPPY WITH THE WAY THINGS ARE GOING
AND WE’LL JUST KEEP IT LIKE THAT
NOW IT’S UP TO ME
THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL OF TRUST
THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL OF TRUST
THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL OF TRUST
THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL OF TRUST
THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL OF TRUST
THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL OF TRUST
THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL OF TRUST
THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL OF TRUST
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