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Blush
02:59
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Smile at me how you usually do
I can feel myself blush
I have a secret weakness for looking at you
Do I do it too much?
You barely know me, I barely know you
But when we make eye contact and you smile like that
I can barely stand up
Oh I gotta play it cool
Excuse my little crush
Gotta play it cool
Excuse me while I combust
Gotta play it cool
This misdirected lust
Is all I'm feeling, all I'm feeling
I can feel, I can feel myself blush
I would love for us to make friends
But every time you speak
I try to reply and don't make any sense
You must think I'm a freak
Hey, you barely know me, I barely know you
But you have literally appeared in my dreams
Three nights this week
Oh I gotta play it cool
Excuse my little crush
Gotta play it cool
Excuse me while I combust
Gotta play it cool
This misdirected lust
Is all I'm feeling, all I'm feeling
I can feel, I can feel myself blush
I crave the hot spotlight of your attention more than anything
It's like the sun can see me
I want the sun to see me
Little wonder I can feel my face heat up
When i gotta play it cool
Excuse my little crush
Gotta play it cool
Excuse me while I combust
Gotta play it cool
This misdirected lust
Is all I'm feeling, all I'm feeling
I can feel, I can feel
All I'm feeling, all I'm feeling
I can feel myself, I can feel myself blush
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The Æternal Fist
03:52
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Yawn away, little abyss
Your cold breath on my neck
Come on and give me a kiss
Give me a scare
Pucker up
Cause I can go as deep as you like
I’ve antagonised Madam and I don’t know how to fix it
Making my life hell till I say Mademoiselle
And drop my chin or she’ll melt my skin to liquid
The lady’s malaise needs a bandaid
And if she treats the wound then who is gonna lick it?
When it hauls and hurts
Till you think your soul will rip
Baby got the bruise
From THE ÆTERNAL FIST
Can you hear yourself?
No you don’t want what you wish
Baby got the bruise
From THE ÆTERNAL FIST
Doctor diagnosed bite marks on the lady’s lily ankle
And such an ominous bruise I guess you've got to accuse
Anybody fool enough to still look tranquil
Not a thing in her room doesn’t implicate doom
And no one checks the metal buckle on her sandal
When it hauls and hurts
Till you think your soul will rip
Baby got the bruise
From THE ÆTERNAL FIST
Can you hear yourself?
No you don’t want what you wish
Baby got the bruise
From THE ÆTERNAL FIST
It’s incomparable
Nothing this-er than this
The centre of sense, the sheer elements of invisible bliss
The indivisible abyss
and the divinity of it
Put your finger in the middle and it’ll centrifuge your body to bits
Call my name, little abyss
I do like the bright lights
There isn’t much I resist
As a matter of principle
And I can see
Galaxies inside the darkness
When it hauls and hurts
Till you think your soul will rip
Baby got the bruise
From THE ÆTERNAL FIST
And you’re overwhelmed
In a cosmos full of shit
May I introduce
THE ÆTERNAL FIST
Yeah the universe doesn’t get that punching up exists
Still, you’re not excused
From THE ÆTERNAL FIST
Can you hear yourself?
No you don’t want what you wish
Baby got the bruise
From THE ÆTERNAL FIST
I've been banished from the circle but I can’t say that I miss it
With desperate curses from a tepid Circe
Too disconcerted to commit to being wicked
The firmament is such a lovely tent
And I can’t resent a single thing within it
So yawn away, little abyss
Your cold breath on my neck
Come on and give me a kiss
Give me a scare
Pucker up
Cause I can go as deep as you like
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3. |
Last Sun
02:06
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Golden evening shadows
Make your face look so withdrawn
I cup my hands in the light
Like i’m trying to drink from a waterfall
I don’t want to say that it suits you
The Midas touch on the plain white walls
A feeling I never get used to
Turns a house into a temple
Oh the heart pumps blood
I know it’s just a muscle so man
Why does it ache like the idioms say
Love love love, it's always on the tip of my tongue
Last sun
Not long till the streetlights come on
Soon it’ll be dark, better go home
Nice long walk in the suburbs
Even better when the light is low
There’s velvet in the asphalt
Glory in the telegraph poles
I've got no great sense for the seasons
Comes from in this city all my life
But I feel the evening
The hazy heavy light
Oh the heart pumps blood
I know it’s just a muscle so man
Why does it ache like the idioms say
Going, oh my god, so lit up and soon it’ll be gone
Last sun
Not long till the streetlights come on
Soon it’ll be dark, better go home
Last sun
Not long till the streetlights come on
Soon it’ll be dark, better go home
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Magnifying Glass
01:58
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Is it a relief to feel stained?
Whispers of unworthiness that you suppressed confirmed
Is it a relief to look down and see
The hands of a monster?
Is it a regret when you wake?
Fleeting repulsion at her sweet sleeping face
Is it a regret when you step from the shower
And the mirror shows that ordinary monster?
Your silent body
In the magnifying glass
Let's see how real you are
Is it a reprieve to feel burned?
Whatever you committed will peel fresh foreign flesh from you
Is it a reprieve when your proprioception
Feels the distortion of the monster?
Is it a refrain that you hear?
Have you repeated yourself enough times now?
Do you restrain yourself or do you truly just not want to any longer?
Your silent body
In the magnifying glass
Let's see how real you are
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Year Without a Summer
03:14
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What's on fire? The mountain
Dreadful dream of night at noon where the mind
Opens its torrential mouth
And discovers depths of red for the first time
We ascend Vesuvius, but while the others walk
I suffer in my palanquin and half-attend their talk
There's no ravine my mind can't fathom, but no beauty it creates
I change my name but cannot change my place
In the life of the man who's a synonym for passion
In the waves of stone and streams of flame, repulsion and attraction,
In the year without a summer
In the splendour and the thunder
And in me
He finds clarity
My iridescent, everlasting fire,
I promise with my eyes,
Will dry your tears till your cheeks burn
If he should tire, he will find me on his pillow
If she should tire, I will take my turn
One among the wildest hearts, two degrees from danger,
My quiet life I kicked off with disgust
But now my reputation bites in the smirk of every stranger
A footnote of shamelessness and lust
In the life of the man who's a synonym for passion
In the waves of stone and streams of flame, repulsion and attraction,
In the year without a summer
In the splendour and the thunder
And in me
With clarity, I see
In the dark of Tambora
I should die, you say "ah, voila"
A gaze as pitiless as history
Consigns me to pitiable infamy
The daughter of a second wife and sister of another
Spoke Russian and read Pushkin and never was a mother
In the dark of Tambora
In the eye of the storm of my unreserved pretension
In the height of his scorn, denial and condescension
I reflect, I refract
Some haunted hearts saw shooting stars stars in me
He finds clarity
In the life of the man who's a synonym for passion
In the waves of stone and streams of flame, repulsion and attraction,
In the year without a summer
In the splendour and the thunder
And in me
He finds clarity
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The Fool
03:25
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If I'm a bottle, you're lemonade
Watching you wade through endless waist-high waves
Seafoam doesn't glow like your skin
Watching you turn away, watching you swim
Can I stop myself from lolloping in your wake?
I just want to dive in
Float on the swell you make
Why am I always following?
Haven't you noticed i've been
Running around like the fool you make me feel
Buddy I've still got secrets
None of which i'm intending to reveal
Whether or not you believe it
Go ahead and use me for my mind
As well as my body
Soon I'm leaving you behind
I'm turning away
I'm leaving you behind
If you're a bottle, I'm the sea
Bearing you on, bobbing gently
Inside is a little confession
Never meant for me to read
Will I let you shatter against the rocky shore?
I just want to get in
What are you so watertight for?
Why am I always wondering?
Why am i always
Running around like the fool you make me feel
Buddy I've still got secrets
None of this nonsense counts as really real
Sorry if you believed it
Go ahead and use me for my mind
As well as my body
Soon I'm leaving you behind
Till then you've got me running around like a fool
The fool you make me feel
Buddy I've still got secrets
None of this fuss is that much of a big deal
When I'm not underneath it
Go ahead, man, use me for my mind
As well as my body
Soon i'm leaving you behind
I'm turning away
I'm leaving you behind
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