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Gulliver's Gravel
00:39
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Sunset
02:45
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Sunsets are so much slower
In the desert
Where the sky likes to stay orange
Forever
The sand is cold and dry
Complacency a disease
giving up, would mean to die
Frustration can’t compete
With the biggest losing streak
A thousand cars, drive by
You can’t dry dusty eyes
On humid city streets
The world will never know I tried
Tales of apocalypse
Debates of love and hate
We see great, construction in the distance
The bottle cap unscrews
We plan creative lives
We drink to bigger futures
All under, the sunset
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3. |
Caravaggio
02:19
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A criminal mind, and artistic talent
The best paintings, I ever saw
Rome faded around me that moment
When I stood, in front of the canvas
I had no idea who he was
I didn’t know he killed a man
The light poured, through stained glass windows
I felt, his soul near by
Dirty Feet, Dirty Tables
Sword fights in tennis courts
He fled the Knights of Malta
A wanted man, everywhere
Starving and dying of fever
The world let him pass alone
A legacy, of police records
He really, gave it to Rome
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4. |
Everything Turns Weird
02:04
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I felt the cold air in my lungs
The sun was up and I was down
Remind myself of all my friends and their relations
Everything Turns Weird
Everything Turns Weird
Looks like Ive lost myself again
Maybe tomorrow will be different
Looks Like I’ve lost myself again,
Maybe tomorrow ill be different
Madam death, with a breath
Said there’s nothing left it’s over
You didn’t think she’d figure out your little plan
Everything Turns Weird
Everything Turns Weird
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Fingertips
02:18
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Night fell and we locked up the shop
Martinez said come to a party
I said that I’d give it a go
I was really hoping he would have some whisky
Things always get out of hand
When we drink really quickly
We got rough, and slammed a door
That was when, we heard him scream
Fingertips Fingertips Fingertips!
Covered in blood all over the floor
Ill never forget the smell
Fresh blood on cold marble
Mixed in with cigarettes
Some people ran off home
I stayed and mopped the floor
Hid all evidence of foul play
finger tips ended up
In a frozen bag of sweet corn
Fingertips Fingertips Fingertips!
Covered in blood all over the floor
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The Situation
01:55
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In the blink of an eye
My lap was covered, in broken glass
I looked around, everything was quiet
I crawled out on the cold wet grass
My life is meaningless.
I’ve been drinking from a poisoned cup
This ride is a stupid mess
My head is heavy and I stand up
I no longer taste the beer in my mouth
Stay calm, recovery position
I heard the words, I thought you were dead
I laughed and basked in the rain
I didn’t feel traumatised
I didn’t feel, like Id been hard done by
someone, said I could sue
A crock of shit, they don’t have a clue
My life is meaningless.
I’ve been drinking from a poisoned cup
This ride is a stupid mess
My head is heavy and I stand up
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7. |
Hung Out To Dry
02:00
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My deepest suspicions
Materialised
My deepes suspicions
Brought to life
A room of people
Not a single smile
A room full of people
I was hung out to dry
The sky was grey
And the rain poured down
The sky was grey
And the rain poured down
The drive was silent
On the way home
The drive was silent
I was hung out to dry
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8. |
My Nervous Breakdown
01:54
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A man with a wet mouth feeds the ducks
He stops us, and won’t shut up
About how he feeds the ducks,
He gets bread, from behind a bakery,
the old bread, they throw in the bin
I try escape, but he lured us in,
Chit chat, I cannot handle
I must throw, this man in the lake
The whole worlds gone, completely insane, am I the only person using my brain, the first port of call is the bay of complain, there’s no point if your complaint is insane
Everyones rushing, all of the time
You would think it was, the end of the world
They just have, to get to work,
Or buy things, like coriander
Who knows what, reality is,
When people scream, about running out of milk
Shutting my eyes, makes it worse,
Because then I hear them so much louder
The whole worlds gone, completely insane, am I the only person using my brain, the first port of call is the bay of complain, there’s no point if your complaint is insane
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Rational Simon London, UK
Rational Simon is a DIY Punk Project. I wanted to make songs with friends from bands I have played in like Wonk Unit and Lyoness
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