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Pack your bags and take your friends
But leave your blood at the door
Walk faster talk slower don't talk shut up shut up
There'll be time to make amends
But till then it's sad and boring
Down south heading south watch your mouth watch your mouth
I've been given a long time to think
But I'm convinced I could never know you
Hello stranger could be stranger
So pack your bags and take your friends
I won't care in a year or two
Have you had your medicine, have you eaten your pills?
Yes yes daddy of course daddy
Are you off on good behaviour, did you know that history kills?
Who's that daddy are you my daddy?
I could sit, evaporating hours
I could shout or fight till I am black & blue
I'm a mess, I'm a saint, I am a dainty flower
Ooooh x3
I will remember this
Have you had your medicine, have you eaten your pills?
Yes yes daddy of course daddy
Are you off on good behaviour, did you know that history kills?
Who's that daddy are you my daddy?
I could cry, and show you why it's painful,
I could sleep, and show you why I'm fucking bored
I could sing, and show you I am disdainful
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Scratch My Itch
02:34
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Day By Day By Day By Day
02:07
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Look to me
For your parti pris
Because you want to
Oh dear lord
These vocal chords
Coz I was born to
I have no money
And I've no self esteem
Just keep me breathing
And I'll keep my nose clean
I'm sorry for the things I've been
No more work
For this young turk
I guess it's over
Stand in line
To buy some time
I swear it's over
I have no money
And I've no self esteem
Just keep me breathing
And I'll keep my nose clean
I'm frightened by the things I've seen
Day by day by day by day
Good sir, would you like some sounds?
In exchange for hard-earned pounds?
Why even open my mouth?
Look to me
For your parti pris
Because you want to
Oh dear lord
These vocal chords
Coz I was born to
I have no money
And I've no self esteem
Just keep me breathing
And I'll keep my nose clean
I'm happy being so naive
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4. |
Always Ours
03:08
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Sorry to have missed
What I thought could have been our one and only kiss
Little did we know
That on the wreckage rests our freshly settled snow
Oh what would we have done
Had it come undone?
One too many drinks and it had begun
Silly as it seems
It could have only been that once
Knowing how it ends
Dramatic irony has paid its dividends
Now that we can see
I shed a tear over our rash stupidity
Oh when that telling gaze
Reached me through the haze
Brazen I shook off those frozen days
Silly as it seems
It could have only been that once
We shared our scars
They burned like stars
Smouldered crosses at calvary
The blaze was always ours, the blaze was you and me
We traced our lines, our dark designs
Flaming pyres for all to see
The blaze was always ours
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Gilded Bumf
01:30
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Everyday the same refrain
Inevitably
This song is all about me
A self indulgent ballad
Filled with woe
Childish and erratic
Needlessly emphatic
Get in line to stroke my ego
Some of it's catchy
But it's so patchy
Can't we just listen to something else
Look at someone else
I am here to waste your time and time again again again
Meretricious
Trashy and vicious
I'm not proud of this gilded bumf
We've all had enough
Empty hateful meaningless waste it
Leaves a bitter taste it leaves a bitter taste
I'm sick of
Empty hateful meaningless waste
It leaves a bitter taste it leaves a bitter taste
I'm sick of
Empty hateful meaningless waste
It leaves a bitter taste it tastes so bitter
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6. |
Cathode King
02:15
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Cathode king
What is that you're watching?
Flashbulb screams and secret dreams adorn your screen
Will there come a day
When you can't look away?
Wires and lights and buttons
Feed the lonely gluttons
Oh the shame
In this blameless game
Anode Queen
What is it they're saying?
Whispered words you overheard have charred your ears
Could you leave them be
Let them wander free?
Are you still collating
Watching hoping waiting?
Oh the shame
In this blameless game
Phatic pain
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7. |
Run Away
03:05
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I'm drunk, my dear, and your smile has cut me deep
I slur my words as I fumble for my feet
Miles from bed's no place for my head
and I'm so sick of being useless
She propped the bar in a liquid reverie
A glint of truth in her coy peripheries
What she's told has left me cold
and I'm rotten to the core
Traipsed back to yours' now my back's at the door
This is no place for me
And yours is no face for me
If I was sharp and if I was spry then I'd run away
If I could look but once from your eyes then I'd run away
My penalty, as you held me tenderly, was
Knowing that sweetness was never for me
So I'll drink my gin and I'll smoke my cigarettes
The evening's old and I plan to see it dead
Sprawled, alone, on your fabric throne
And I won't be sleeping soundly
Festered confessions, that reek to the heavens
There is no grace for me
And yours is no face for me
If I was sharp and if I was spry then I'd run away
If I could look but once from your eyes then I'd run away
Dumb in my trance, I took to the floor to dance
A jig of surrender to voided romance
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Magnus Loom London, UK
Magnus Loom wildly turns and tumbles through a cornucopia of brightly burning pitches and rhythms. Having had his fill tooting merry vaudeville for change, Magnus can these days be found lovingly tangled in wires and lights, howling and whispering, in his own world of avant-glam-punk cabaret. ... more
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