1. |
Since You Kicked Me Out
03:07
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I love what you've done with your hair
since you kicked me out
I love what you've done with the wallpaper
since you kicked me out
I love what you've done with your lovers and pets,
with your furniture and finances.
I love what you've done with your neighbourhood
and everything since
and everything since
and everything
everything
everything
everything
since you kicked me out!
I love what you've done with the tone of your skin
since you kicked me out
I love what you've done with your parents
since you kicked me out
I love what you've done with my chandelier
the quality of wine and your musical taste
I love your new dresses
you've thrown out the messess
since you kicked me
since you kicked me
since you kicked me out!
Since you kicked me out
It's true that I've fallen on harder times
I like to drink meths now, it's cheaper than wine
and wear the same jacket and wear the same grime
and at my invisible in-laws I like to shout
and you know I still love you
and I know you don't care
because I've moved in
to a cardboard box
on the roundabout
infested with rats
and my friends are a one-legged pigeon named Keith
and a broken parking machine called Harold From Neighbours
Since
I recall the day clearly
you
I will toast the day yearly
kicked me out!
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2. |
Except for the Hatred
04:27
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Last night I dined
on beef and asparagus
and I thought about him
with his chips and his mushy peas
and I thought about him
with his co-op swiss roll
as I munched on my crackers
and crumbs of soft stilton
as I bit on my bitter
herbs.
I writhed in my big bed
and stared at the ceiling
and I gritted my teeth
at his stinking and snoring
and I thought about him
and his lazy ignoring
so excuse my red eyes
and my spiderlike twitching
its part of my being
Its part of my being!
Everything is fine
Except for the hatred
Except for the hatred
Except for the hatred
Everything is fine
Except for the hatred
Except for the hatred
Except for the hatred
I dream of a morning
of sunlight and butterflies
I hope for a day of peace
I pray for a way out
a way to escape him
and if death won't take me
then I pray it will take him!
Everything is fine
Except for the hatred
Except for the hatred
Except for the hatred
Everything is fine
Except for the hatred
Except for the hatred
Except for the hatred
It's so nice to see you.
It's so nice to be here.
I wish I could stay here.
I want to be free.
I feel that I'm dying.
I feel we won't meet again.
I feel we won't meet again.
I feel
I feel!
I shudder at my desk
as I work on my documents
and I think about him
in his vest watching television
and I think about him
with his nicotine fingers
as I sip my green tea
as I mix up a salad
of dark and bitter
herbs.
Everything is fine
Except for the hatred
Except for the hatred
Except for the hatred
Everything is fine
Except for the hatred
Except for the hatred
Except for the hatred
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3. |
The Escape Angels
02:55
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I don't like it
He is coming
He'll be here soon
It was always like this
Oh God!
Please help!
The pain and my pleasure
My black soul meat
I turn my face
to the angels
to the glass of light
and purity
to the angels...
of silence
of emptiness
of glass white purity
of empty rooms
of winter
No carpets or furniture
just me,
and the angels
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4. |
Fear of the Thing Itself
03:43
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The clock hits twelve.
The moonlight in his cell.
He strokes and preens and awaits...
the arrival of the queen.
The one he met
those years ago in wet.
The night she changed his life,
with the mission and the knife.
She comes!
She comes!
She comes!
Her words like running waters flow.
The voice of heaven speaks!
The voice commands his hands to dance...
Long white beard bent and weird.
Twisted fingernails.
Eyes afeared.
Whispered voices to himself.
Messages from the elf.
Twists of joy.
Curls of lust.
Skin of leather and mind of rust.
Fairies dancing on the shelf.
Fear of the thing itself.
She comes!
She comes!
She comes!
Golden halo of the queen.
Her words like flowing wine.
Showing images unseen.
Enraptured by her love.
He sits and paints
in solitude and peace,
he baits the trap and awaits
the arrival of the priest.
The doctors say
his mind is miles away
but such is genius
with a touch of murderous.
She comes!
She comes!
She comes!
Her words like running waters flow.
The voice of heaven speaks!
The voice commands his hands to dance...
Long white beard bent and weird.
Twisted fingernails.
Eyes afeared.
Whispered voices to himself.
Messages from the elf.
Twists of joy.
Curls of lust.
Skin of leather and mind of rust.
Fairies dancing on the shelf.
Fear of the thing itself.
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5. |
Warm Comfy Sofa
02:01
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Warm comfy sofa,
in soft plush violet tones.
A gift from my parents
to a new home,
has seen many days;
some sick and sad,
and a lover too.
Now soon to go,
old and tattered.
One last night with me before your end, my friend.
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6. |
Norman Bates
04:45
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Oh Norman Bates where are you?
I need a little help,
I need some reassurance from a friend,
my mother's voice is grating
inside my head
to make me sad again.
I know I should not ask you
but you might understand.
I think you are alone inside like me,
and in the dusty mirror
of my dry mind
you're the one I see.
Norman Bates inside your
castle, your silhouette is
staring at me, you long for
love too.
Norman Bates!
Permit me to be forward
but when did things go wrong?
I wonder when the moment was with you.
It's hard to place a finger
upon a why,
perhaps you have a clue?
Oh Norman tell me something,
any word will do,
I like the little messages you send.
My mother's voice is grating
inside my head
and she's my only friend.
Norman Bates inside your
castle, your bedroom light is
shining for me, you long for
love too.
Norman Bates!
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7. |
Two Parents of a Child
02:16
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Two parents of a child
who is living in outer space.
One eye is free and wild.
One eye is out place.
You cannot know where he goes to, if he knows you.
Nobody knows what he feels like inside.
Two parents of a child,
who insists on the same routine.
Everything neat and filed.
Everything very clean.
You cannot see where he goes to, never shows you.
He'll never know what it feels like to feel.
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8. |
The Arm
02:35
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Now here's a little song
about a little old friend of mine
who ain't got nobody
I lost my body
In Midland Texas
They sawed it off at the shoulder
I didn't expect this
So I'm in a bucket in the hospital
Won't you come by and say hello
My hand is oh so sad
Can't shake with friends
If feels so lonely at night
that it pretends
It's waving slowly in the hospital
Won't you come by and say hello
I remember changing gears and steering in our car
I remember practising for hours on our guitar
I never was very good tho
I lost my body
In Midland Texas
I wrote this song for it
I hope it gets this
I'm feeling lonesome in the hospital
Won't you come by and say hello?
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9. |
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The road of the day,
like a ribbon of sky,
people who like me pass by.
Do I like them?
Do I think of any of them as a friend?
The road of the day,
like a ribbon of sky,
people who like me pass by,
Do I like them?
Do I think of anyone as a friend
in this world of why?
Moments
of terror
when falling
asleep
Moments
of terror
when falling
asleep
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10. |
Falling Apart Again
02:24
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I'm falling apart, again
I'm falling apart, again
I can't hit the high notes
like before
won't somebody help me
up off the floor
Is somebody out there
going my way
my dreams of tomorrow
died yesterday
Everything is very very dark
again
very dark
again
I can't feel the sun
like before
won't somebody help me
up off the floor
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11. |
The Fingers of Evil
04:59
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Here are the fingers
Long and spidery
Pulling at your white matter
Contaminating you with their ink
Feel us!
Feel us!
Feel us!
Feel us!
Do you remember when times were good
The smell of the bacon in the morning
The sun-people of honey and smiles
Can you recall what it's like?
Is that part of you still there?
Now the black fingers play their pipes
Seducing you and your lonely skin
Who is right now?
Who is right now?
Who is right now?
Who is right now?
Which is it going to be?
Feel us!
You must choose between good and evil
Are you good or evil?
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12. |
Cherries
02:07
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When you're young you like sweets
Tastes of cherries
As you age you explore
And crave nuance
Your mature tastes are bitter
Dark and strange
A crimson soul
Protecting coal
In hearts of darkness
fire and ice meet
Love's tang is sour
stroked with sweet
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Mark Sheeky Crewe, UK
Mark Sheeky is a surrealist artist from the North of England. His music began as synth, game influenced, music then experimental classical piano and art rock/art pop, and surrealist rock music.
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