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Church Street
02:11
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I walk you via Church street
Because the water's not come up yet
To drown out all of the pathways
Out of water the white swans stay grounded
They can't fly away
Fly away from here
The summer has ended, the ice sheets over the pavement
Too cold to wrap up in, or search in the dark for an earring
To wear away the words they say over the timelines
Can't dissapear, you're always here, and you'll find me again
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Useful Someday
02:26
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The words turn to ribbons, burning fireworks all night
The wind lies bedridden, the air hangs so still
Motor-gunned machine-like
Do you want to be a thief
As sickness turns to light, and chainsaw regret again?
Cause I'll be youthful, I'll be useful someday
It's growing colder, I'm not getting older
When roaming our streets someone looks just like me
People go mad here, my body gets younger
Dancing on spirits and I'll be ok again
Too many winters being a teenager
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Have I Called Too Late?
03:13
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Lord I am trying to avoid all my neighbours
To live in a place where I don't see no faces
But I keep on dropping my keys drunkenly
I keep on thinking to move from the city
To live with the ghosts that aren't quite as pretty as here
But I can't quite get out of my seat
Am I too old to break the habits that I take
Have I called too late?
Instead I keep trying to remember myself
By listening to records that live on my shelf
Drinking wine as if all of the time hasn't passed
I talk to the person behind a counter
And just like an Englishman I mention the weather
Have I somehow slipped into the cliche?
Am I proud to wait, am I just to far away
Or have I called too late?
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Give Me Nothing
03:09
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If you cry when you can't feel it 'cause your body's lacking bones
And survive when you don't need it
There's no other place, you can't excape from being alone
Then I guess you are just living and you're welcome in my home
Lessons learnt are for the teaching
Schooling us unjust, telling us what we're doing wrong
Give me nothing
When all the books you read turned rubbish
Into burning piles of flame
And all of history's been rescheduled
You've got nothing left, you've got no one else you can blame
Give me nothing
If you dance like Michael Jackson but you feel more like a drone
'Cause the clubs are full of robots
Looking for a kill, unalive, but they are still getting stoned
I will take what has been given and pretend I'm not a thief
'Cause the last line is belief
So how can you be sad when everything is saying you're free?
Give me nothing
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September Shelves
01:24
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The Summer rings its bells
You build September shelves
You and your mother fight
Over the candlelight
In Autumn
More room than it seems
To hold all your dreams and your clothes
All of your swordfights
Bruises and lovebites
As Winter takes hold
You walk up Richmond Hill
Somewhere out in Bristol
As statues lean their heads
Hearing the words said
Choirs at Christmas singing songs
Wrapped up in blankets, frozen-skied sunsets
Spring won't be long
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William Nein London, UK
Alternative-Pop, Bedroom-Recording music.
Band member of Patsy Clone
William Nein recommends:
My first Rocky Lorelei
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Purple Period
by Ghost Thoughts
Fantastic songwriter
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World Anti-God Freedom X
by Adore, 1996
Constantly surprising
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