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Contrails
02:30
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These aeroplane trails scarring the sky remind me of
the marks on my arms from playing outside.
It was painful sometimes.
But they didn't last long, they faded away
like contrails fade at the end of the day
I didn't see them go
'cause i was looking down at my feet at the time
I stole a little phrase: "leave it, leave it, leave it alone"
I never saw you go
'cause i was looking out across the sky just to see
clues dropped to follow people who have left our shores behind.
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2. |
Leaving Book
02:24
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I wonder how many more times we'll come back
and over-politely talk about how it's changed
(for the better) since I
Sang sad songs to make you cry
(and once or twice I thought you might).
I wrote letters to say goodbye;
a last gesture, a simple lie.
So I suddenly choke on words I've said before;
these places won't change, they pale compared to
versions that my sepia slow-motion thoughts remember.
I wrote letters to say goodbye
a lost gesture, a simple lie.
And another empty glass is another tick inside a box
that says 'let's meet up again'. Let's meet up again.
I wrote letters to say goodbye;
I sang sad songs to make you cry.
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3. |
Minibeast Display
03:26
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So every moment that you've ever wished could stay
has been pinned down, its wings spread out inside a case
for the future, for the future, for the future.
So let's throw the dust to the light,
throw the dust from its sleep into the dappled light.
Let's throw the dust to the light
and break the webs from the places
where we thought they'd stay.
Come on kids, we're stood on the edge,
arms and fingers outstretched: Will you go back?
Will you go back?
As the TV flickers blue, so does the room,
and faces are glued to see the actress keep a secret safe
that we already know, and we know she wants to keep it safe
for the future, for the future, for the future.
Deny what you concede and let's throw the dust to the light,
throw the dust from its sleep into the dappled light.
Let's throw the dust to the light
and break the webs from the places
where we thought they'd stay.
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4. |
Seamonster Skeletons
05:09
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Lights in the distance; still so small.
My shoes sound so different on these same floors since I've walked them before and long unused filaments (still intact) have watched them become skeletons of things long dead and long undiscovered. Dialogue ends.
The years have turned over and over. Over and out.
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5. |
Inkling
03:52
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Still awake with thoughts of feeling harboured safe from the waves.
You've held your breath before, you've found there's nowhere else to explore.
Take yourself back to places; overgrown, once thought of as home.
Trace your steps back to rooms that now lie out of bounds.
Let the rooves (all braced against the night) light up from the side,
let the dark be broken by the stars, let the final ember spark and stay, stay, stay.
So we sped the city up and it took on the form of the frightened pulse inside your chest.
Take yourself back to places; overgrown, once thought of as home.
Trace your steps back to rooms that now lie out of bounds.
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6. |
A Neon Hum
02:03
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Stay there, in the quiet of the party ending.
This journey's always longer than I thought
and all the pylons are princesses reaching
out into the night...
...where i'm allowed to talk to you
Stop complaining; that's not helping anyone,
did you bury it away? - you can call it what you want
just Stay there, in the quiet of the empty midnight supermarket;
a neon hum for an awkward conversation
so the words you found you're saying might sound
well thought out and profound...
...when I'm allowed to talk to you
I'm allowed to talk to you
I'm allowed to talk to you
I'm allowed to talk to you
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7. |
Cut
04:00
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There's no room here for subtlety.
Shout - you have to be loud.
There's no room here for tone.
Shout - you have to be loud.
It's like a trip away.
Safe on a motorway.
Cut the song now that the meaning has gone and no more understood.
I delayed it as long as I could.
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