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Windmill Snares
03:29
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It’s all in vain
I don’t own a chain
And my cuffs aren't good enough this evening
I’ve only got five pokes
and they’re not on show
I seems to pick my outfits badly
yes I do
The submersible
casserole
Dish pressed into the washing up bowl
Oh I see the knives and forks
And I am transformed
By a desperate need to be included
Post new-wave neo-core
I spent the night in the scene
submarine, in the scene
Submarine, deep beneath the windmill
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Autoreunion
02:21
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No way
it's you
It's me
It's you
No way
it's you
It's me
It's you
Pusey place st Giles bird and the child class of 20-Xteen
At some point in that year I spent walking my bike up headington hill and tiptoeing around my dads cardboard house in the dead of night
around the time I did that open mic night
The one that turned out to be the biggest east Oxford circle jerk I’d ever attended
Where I forgot all the words to my own songs and melted under the gaze of thirty smiles, thin but polite
No way
it's you
It's me
It's you
No way
it's you
It's me
It's you
Or the time we spent dying in the heat of an ultraviolet Wednesday
Brains frying in their membranes like the eggs on the mixed grill you could add for an extra £1
You remember my brother, don’t you?
You must do, surely
Anyway, He’s doing well, thanks for asking
My sister’s also well, while we’re at it
And mum and dad and their respective partners
How funny how things change but stay the same
and how glib a contraction that is
The pasts of two cities fused into a hybrid present
The epigenetic markers on the problem child
the paths we follow and the lives we lead
The vortices of fate
And now we’re face to face and. can't stop thinking about
The kind of shit I was proud of
I was pretty fucking naive when I was you
I’ve learned not to be
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You’ve put your bag
on the seat next to you
avoid all eye contact
And hope we’ll shuffle past
Avoid all eye contact
And hope we’ll shuffle past
I would never get away
with something that brazen
The bus is filling up
What did you expect
The bus is filling up
What did you expect
The 040
At this time on Saturday
Is guaranteed
To be fully booked
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4. |
The Ick
02:45
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The ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick
the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick the ick
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