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Warmly, Alexandria
03:37
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That was what I was thinking of you stole the words right out of my mouth
Like the very first tooth i know everything that you said
Like a very young child does like a garden full of gnomes
I've been holding my position til i knew where i had to go
It's no good like this, not like Grace's job
And not like Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
Not like how I know my two knees in the bathtub
Not buried in the sand til you call me my name
Is it really up to us to say we're lost?
Is it really up to us to be some of the last people to be?
It's no good like this, not like Grace's job
Not like Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
In 20 years we'll be laughing and thinking this house
Was uninhabitable for millions of people
Is it really up to us to say we're lost?
Is it really up to us to be some of the last people to be?
Is it really up to us to say we're lost?
Is it really up to us to be some of the last people to be?
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2. |
Yellow Top
04:30
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They say there is no test could ever tell
Tell you if you wanted to know if in a different life you're moving or not
All I know is you pull me out that hole
and there's no life I wouldn't trade to find out
No there's no life I wouldn't trade to find out
And I know there is no fixed length of time
That it takes to do goodbyes with someone
you were hoping wouldn't leave
All I know is there isn't any time
I wouldn't take if it was mine to hold
As I am walking away with the yellow top
you are showing me to the door
shop the lots in store ask me for details
I get home I feel floored
And I don't think there's a test could ever tell
tell you if you wanted to know
if maybe you'd be happier
being someone else
All I know happiness comes and goes
Nothing's more revealing to me now
As I am walking away with the yellow top
you are showing me to the door
shop the lots in store ask me for details
I get home I feel floored
And when we're out next time and I'm off my face
I start telling you how much it means that you're still my friend
And then you'll ask me why and I won't explain
I'd love to tell you but I don't wanna tell you this way
Girl when we say goodbye we hold a little too long
You touch on something so real, doesn't mean it's not wrong
There is no good way to make these same mistakes again
But I don't mind these day
dreams
That kid is here still in me
That kid is here still in
Ooooh
As I am walking away with the yellow top
you are showing me to the door
shop the lots in store ask me for details
I get home I feel floored
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3. |
Confession
03:02
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So anyway I killed Boris Johnson
Do you know who he is, yeh?
Not much of a crime, really
It was I dunno 2005
Maybe 2006
He was on his bike going down the old Charing Cross Road
And me, I was on foot of course
of course
So anyway, there was a bus behind him
I took my chances
and pushed him under
the bus went over and then he was dead
nobody saw me
nobody stopped me
and everything that's happened since has been
a dream
a deep and horrible dream
Wake up, wake up
For the sake of us all wake up
Wake up, wake up
For the sake of us all wake up
Wake up, wake up
For the sake of us all wake up
Wake up, wake up
For the sake of us all wake up
and everything that's happened since has been
a dream
a deep and horrible dream
Wake up, wake up
For the sake of us all wake up
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4. |
Tiptoe
03:43
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I felt so guilty when the builders were round
fixing up the bathroom leak
I answered the door fully clothed
they said where's the interview
they said where's the interview
Ashamed as shrunken fruit
that soreness cursed my youth
hosteller's milk tooth
and offer I refuse
and offer I refuse
The drumming inactivity
of my day
a septic driven thanks
tiptoe apology
tiptoe apology
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Lou Terry London, UK
Lou Terry is a South London-based musician, genre-mangler, and software builder. This wonky new project sees the Radio 2-tipped artist fusing strange technology with timeless songwriting.
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