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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 loved
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Unicorn Boy
02:39
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There was a time I can remember
Your hand in mine, our palms together
But you read the lines badly one time
And heard the chimes as if they were saying goodbye
So now we stand with our love torn apart
In my empty hand I still feel your heart
Beating in time with what's left of mine
I guess you're doing fine
But won't you just come back to stay?
We could make everything ok
There's no such thing as it's too late
Now the world I live in has fallen to the ground
And if the end is about to come well I want to be around you
We can build it different this time and I'll let you choose the scheme
You might think it's unrealistic but can you blame me for dreaming
We can fly away, I'll grant you every wish you make
There's no such thing as it's too late
You have to see I'll always be your unicorn boy
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Camel lights
Bought in two thousand and seven
Nights spent in New York
I’m twenty five inside squares
United states affairs
New Orleans two thousand and eight
Auras read
I’m blue apparently Brian says
Whisky drinks and strangers eyes
Came from the farm
Three months inside Christendom
And movie nights on Saturdays in love
Pulling weeds from carparks in gloves
Open mic at the gazebo
Brother Mike introduced me to her
My first wife to be left me on my flight
Croydon streets lived in two thousand and ten
Years on in Twickenham I sit and reminisce
My time there still exists somewhere
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Seagulls
04:11
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Does the sun weep for the people when he cannot warm them
Cracks found in the wall of evening fill his mind
A frame found hanging in a bedroom empty like the people
The pictures in my mind are dying
I must leave my empty shell behind
Diving into the blue of the red behind my eyes
I've been thinking of you and the seagulls in the sky
Fly like Jon be everlasting
Don't live on the seashore
My body would swim oceans for you for a taste of what could've been
Empty shells found lined up on the floor, hollow from life that left them behind
'Cause all the birds in the sky are thinking of other things
Like to see at what speed they could fly
Take the old to teach the young how to die
Diving into the blue of the red behind my eyes
I've been thinking of you and the seagulls in the sky
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Girl I gotta say something about the heartbeat I miss
'Cause silence adds up to nothing since the last time we kissed
I can't change that I'm dead
Turned a grave to a bed
Memories burnt into ashes, bodies turning to dust
An emptiness suffocates me since the last time we touched
I can't change that I'm dead
Turned a grave to my bed
Casting spells on bones of broken glass
We move like pieces on boards with missing parts
Tombed and buried with golden-plated masks
Jewelled encasings that tightened on our grasp
Evoking and joking us into a corner
Which painted us up to our necks with warnings
Trying to speak a last faceless hopeless chant
I can't change that I'm dead
Turned a grave to my bed
I can't change that I'm dead
Talk to ghosts in my head
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Back to the Underground
02:30
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Pretend I'm not at home
Act like I'm living
Seem like I'm busy so you dont think I am leaving
Project all that I see onto the white walls
I want what's best for me and don't know where this love falls
I'm so glad that you are happy
And I'm so glad that you care for me
But don't call me on the phone
Don't think you are alone I see them waiting
Lined up all down the street and begging as it's raining
If one day it does run dry I'll be a fountain
You can come drink from me but I'm not one for queuing
I'm so glad that you are happy
And I'm so glad that you care for me
I'm so glad cause you deserve to be happy
But don't call me on the phone
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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.
I think I’d like to find myself
I might decide on something else
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Words are Cheap
01:51
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Well if I said I was sorry would it make much sense to crawl
When I've apologised countless times and changed nothing at all
Inside the dogs are barking, I'm a booze hound on the run
But when I stop and the dust has cleared I can see what I have done
Words turn into bullets with shots of alcohol
And I'm in a million pieces but I want to be a whole
Do you have two wings I could borrow
I will bring them back in time
You can keep my arrows, I just want to find my mind again
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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
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Fantastic songwriter
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World Anti-God Freedom X
by Adore, 1996
Constantly surprising
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