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The Deadball Era
03:07
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never knew you cared till we rounded the reserves at reading / training punch ups so i guess it’s westward we’re heading / a poor scoring record on the transfer market has never meant a thing / but this calendar unification won’t take away the sting / give ‘em hell boys europe’s all we’ve left / cup ties result in unrest / winter break for twelve days of recess in rio / closed training, a towel, some sun block, a speedo / no domestic fixtures and a doping scandal have tainted our success / the spaniards had our number, we’re no better than the rest / i’m coming home, i’m always coming home unless i’m leaving home, no one to say goodnight to / send a message up the line there’s nothing left to steal / sharpen your spikes, boys, mercy is for the unfit / it’s the deadball era, your waspy portfolio is shit / groundskeepers hiring hitman catchers are foiled / you goddamn dutchman, your perfect fortress is spoiled
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Molly
03:01
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i left a camel coat on the train to Idaho / out on the ninth fairway, and then a chimney dusts it all in grey / molly, where you been tonight / when she discovered me, she took my matches and my keys / and then she stole my socks, gave me a room without a view, and flipped the locks /when you take your leave of me, tell the people that you see in the places that you roam: someone needs you back at home / i’m gonna count to ten and hope you change your mind by then / and then i’ll steal your socks, give you a room without a view, and flip the locks
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Gratte-Ciel
03:18
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on voit les gratte-ciel de la fenêtre de notre chambre / quand j’étais petite mon frère me disait “ne regarde pas” / on voit les animaux de la fenêtre de notre chambre / j’ai besoin de papier pour couvrir ma fenêtre
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When I'm Up
03:16
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when i’m up, i’m always up and down, ambitions run aground / i go out among the shuttered homes above the cobbled stones and darkened doorways / when i’m home i can hear the church bells ringing, still calling me out to greet the sun / all alone i can hear the choir singing, pack the bags and tickets cos i’m done / when i sleep, over bars under sheets, i hear them toss around, their limbs become unwound / it’s a shame that anecdotes are gained when scenes are rearranged and carbon dated / it’s a lie: the people on the quay are packing up their days in gilded boxes / when i’m home i can hear the church bells ringing, still calling me out to greet the sun / underneath my feet the pavement’s singing, pack the bags and tickets cos i’m done
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Anne Boleyn
03:06
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for your little taste of freedom, never around when you need ‘em, just when you want to have fun / lost and found on streets that were paved with no plans, wander to mess around three and hope that the natives aren’t done / don’t forget, this moment arrives every four years, conversation’s been smothered by your cheers, too thin for the rest of the boys / i never took notes before this one: smart much too smart for your boyfriend, don’t believe in the books that he’s read / all for naught, talk about time of the season, never remember the reason, should have listened to colin instead / rise and shine, gone in the car of the people, to eastern islands and film school, with photos of your prison stay / we are in form
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The Town That Never Was
02:09
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we don’t have to hear you, your loose talk will compromise itself / you mention admonition, remember specificity’s a kind of wealth / you waited, abated, to land on the coast, but found rock and shrub instead / among precipitous heights and lascivious nights you still dream of baking bread / the children born of numbers may forgive you at a later date / the compromise of language for ability to relate / the shanty town’s bogging down, mired in mud, but that doesn’t mean they’ve won / if blessed with success, we’re rewarded with rest and the light of a thousand suns / you are not here
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The City All To Himself
03:10
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hey, i’ll tell you straight, i’ll tell you straight away just where you should go / clocks, they never see to stop, bring stones and rocks while taking stock of ordained folk / seasons in the city, it’s such a pity it all went wrong, so long to wait / dad, i left my wheels and cranks behind only to find the chances went begging / he said, “rico, those spires and steeples are for postcards, not people.” / we never thought it could happen against those northern hordes of blue / when we finally sent them packing, me and the boys knew just what to do / you win, you broke me again but i saw it coming promotions ago / i’m bits and pieces, and bits and pieces don’t equal the whole
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Graceful Exit
03:34
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it seems we found a new name to change / lately, the smile before you speak: another hand upon my cheek / speed the plow boys before it gets away / your feet mounting the stairs bring me sleep / but baby, any moment i’ll be strong, it might have been there along while i was faking it / I’d rather break it all than watch it fade / graceful exits work from a distance, but up close, blood flows need some resistance / take it back, you could have guessed i wouldn’t take it sitting down
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Collision Theory
02:33
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no Iberians or argentine, but up another flight / autumns on the bench, a barbed wire fence will never set you free / up the stairs and in the streets, don’t spend your time ensuring that we can’t compete / you knew / this is a collision, we’re never surviving this fall / it’s lower division for all / never missed a beat, another lost week and not a thing to show / seven sisters back in tow won’t beg or borrow for tomorrow’s tremolo / but I don’t mind
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Park Bench Vacation
04:07
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made my way across the continent with nothing but my plates and press / greenwich slowed us with their weights and measures, and now we’re showing signs of stress / i wanna be in the keys, till you’re north for the summer / wandered up the coast and back again with just a bootleg tape of creed / scenes of servants’ mothers and their lovers all taken in at breakneck speed / i wanna be in the keys, but it’s always such a headache / but now i’m here embracing beer till you’re north for the summer / no thinking only dreams and drinking down by the sea / now we’ll show them that their standard’s slipping, grappa sipping / i wanna be among the greeks, but it’s always such a headache / now i’m here embracing beer till you’re north for the summer / plates never fade away / traits never fade away
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