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Alex Chen
02:52
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Alex Chen is a ray of light
In this house
Yellow windowsill
Black lines
2005
Blue skies
Simon rubs his eyes
In this house
Basketball & smoke
Outside
Alex Chen here lies
Black lines
2005
Blue skies
Lunchbox apple pies
In this house
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Crown of King Louis
03:03
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You see L on a bus with her face plastered across all the people
And you try to ignore and stare at the floor where your heart lies
And you cannot pick it up without looking like a fool, so you leave it
All abandoned in despair, it climbs the stairs and leaves you
And I cry, I cry, I cry ‘cause we’re alone
And I hide, I hide, I hide behind your throne
And at night, at night I creep down and put on your crown my love
Well I guess some people in this world, they are just born with broken hearts
And yes, hope is a wonderful thing, but it leaves him feeling emptier
And I cry, I cry, I cry ‘cause we’re alone
And I hide, I hide, I hide behind your throne
And at night, at night I creep down and put on your crown my love
They say “I’ll help you, I’ll help you, I’ll help you forget all of the things you wanted”
And they say “I’ll help you, I’ll help you, I’ll help you forget all of the things you love(d)”
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3. |
My Apology
02:12
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I wish I hadn't been born x3
In Transalvania
I wish I hadn't been caught x3
Stealing blood-bags from the Hospital
But you won't accept my apology
They won't accept my apol-o-gy
I can't see my face x3
'Cause my eyeball can't be displaced
I can't see the Sun x3
'Cause when I do, my skin, it run.
To see the Sun be shining over the blue sea, it make me happy x2
I wish I had been born in
Cal-i-f-orn-i-a
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Victorias Roof
01:37
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Blue stars on Victoria’s roof, secrets on her underground
Hiding from the wandering hands pulling up the weeds
Letters trapped between the pages waiting for fingers to hold
And tuck them in to darkened draws, read beneath bed-sheets of paper
Blackened by the authors hand, words blacken the authors hand
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
Mouths and tongues expelling words, schooling for the broken-hearted
Firing empty casket shells into the flesh of the buried wounded
Planting masts between her knees, bowing to the queen of vengeance
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
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Kicking Shins
02:37
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With your tongue entwined with his and my soul entwined in yours,
I gotta say I don’t see this being a happy ending.
‘Cause when you’re lying on his bed I’m only lying to myself,
when the truth is that without you it gets a little harder.
And I’m trying to find the humour in me but I think I’m failing miserably.
But give me a string and I’ll string myself up, give me a ribbon to tie in your hair.
Oh, I really want to.
And I want to see your lover and kick him in the shin,
I want to throw dust up in his eyes and hide.
Then I’ll grab you by the arm and take you to a desert island,
and we’ll act like monkeys in the trees; form a nudist colony; play at being birds and bees;
'Cause I’m trying to find the humour in me.
Give me a string and I’ll string myself up, give me a ribbon to tie in your hair
Give me a string and I’ll string myself up, give me a ribbon
I think I’d like to find myself, I might decide on something else.
I think I’d like to find myself, I might decide on something else.
I think I’d like to find myself, I might decide on something else.
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Couchsurfer Jamie
02:34
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I met a girl
We held hands through the night
She told me how she nearly stabbed and killed someone and nearly went to jail simply because the light seemed right
We fed the birds corn which hadn't popped
And talked about post-modernism and the wars and how they'd never stop 'cause the universe is violent
Oh Jamie, Jamie it all seems the same to you
There are no separations at all
But for me all I see are the segrations and the isolations that this world seems to have put on me
So we have agreed not to talk for a year whilst living in the same apartment and speaking in ways which nobody can hear 'cause words have been prohibited
She juggles glass in ways I hadn't seen
But I can't remember if it was her left arm or her right arm which she said needed practice
Oh Jamie, Jamie it all seems the same to you
There are no separations at all
But for me all I see are the segrations and the isolations that this world seems to have put on me
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Alison Rose
03:00
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Girl with her hands on her heads looks both ways as she crosses the street.
Alison Rose is found dead with her four eyes.
Alison Rose, Alison Rose, the 2-headed beast.
Alison Rose is found dead in the streets.
I placed her bloodied head upon my t-shirt
And held her broken hand upon my heart,
I told her that I’d never, never leave her
I told her that we’d never, never part.
Alison Rose Alison Rose is found dead.
It’s ok, it’s alright, she calls, she’s breathing again
I see her eyes roll, she’s breathing again!
And her heads start to move,
and her legs start to twitch,
and her hair starts to move,
and her hands start to reach.
I kiss both her hands.
She’s come back to me!
She is the one. She’s come back to me.
Alison Rose, Alison Rose.
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Jeremys Germs
02:08
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Dead inside, I caught all the germs and died
Won’t you bury me again ‘cause I still need somebody who will carry my body
Dead inside, I caught all the germs and died
Won’t you bury me again ‘cause I still need somebody who will carry my body
Worms in my eyes, flies up above, they’re taking everything I had away
Stripping me down to nothing more than calcium
Fall into the girl with stars on her eyes, I covered her in kisses that were covered in lies
Sweet cotton pills of self-destruction and hatred
Dead inside, I caught all the germs and died
Won’t you bury me again ‘cause I still need somebody who will carry my body
Dead inside, I caught all the germs and died
Won’t you bury me again ‘cause I still need somebody who will carry my body to the sky
Oh, oh, oh, you are only beside me,
Oh, oh, oh, you will only despise me.
oh, Oh, oh, Oh, oh, Oh, oh, Oh, oh, Oh, oh, Oh, ohh,
Dead inside, I caught all the germs and died
Won’t you bury me again ‘cause I still need somebody
Dead inside, I caught all the germs and died
Won’t you bury me again ‘cause I still need somebody to carry my body to the sky
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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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