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Dads
04:24
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There is a light on in my old room. I race up the stairs to switch t off before my dad gets home.
If I keep wasting electricity, he's gonna kill me.
Poor choice of words. Cos dads die first. That's the great energy expenditure cycle of the universe.
And I just realised, I've lived longer without you than with you alive and I don't think you'd like what I've done with my life.
There is a light on (It was just a dream) in my old room (the same posters on the walls that I had..) I was always running out, never looking back.(..when I was 17)
And I just realised, I've lived longer without you than with you alive and I don't think you'd like what I've done with my life.
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It's a Trick to Me
02:31
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It's a trick to me.
How you do that thing where the guys wind themselves round your fingers like string. You call it poetry. I call puppetry.
(I'm hanging.)
It's a trick to me.
Yeh I've seen it spread across bars but I'm pretty sure you nailed him in 8 beats. Shrink my verses cos nothing good rhymes with summer.
(what a bummer.)
That difference is ours. I'm shadow, you're stars.
It's a trick to me.
How you filled that room, how all the guys trail in your wake like perfume. I'm just nosing. I know nothing.
(Haven't you noticed?)
It's a trick to me.
(Is it a trick to you?)
Yeh Jun, it's a trick to me
But it's a trip for her.
All those free drank nights. I'd probably do the same if I could get it right. Lose some weight and dye my hair for the summer.
(I'd become her.)
That difference is ours. I'm shadow, you're stars.
You are tattoos and I am scars, I am essays, you are art.
I could write it all down, could you love me for it?
It's a trick to me, but I'm slain by the audacity, and that's the dichotomy. Yeh ya boy's got a dictionary and I can say it all.
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The Sound
03:14
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He was a boy, she was a girl. She was a failure, he was a fraud, and together they felt cheated and ignored.
But the bad luck's back again. I guess the press must have followed them.
Cut and paste and fake those takes and they'll never know.
Pan and mask and tune those tracks and they'll never know.
Fix and mix and secret tricks.
The scene needs sales but the world prefers a scandal.
(That's the sound.)
She gave her best but it wasn't enough. What the critics miss the cancer hits, now his mics pick up coughing over chords.
He's mixing symphonies but there's blood on the keys.
Cut and paste and fake those takes and they'll never know.
Pan and mask and tune those tracks and they'll never know.
Fix and mix and secret tricks.
The scene needs sales but the world prefers a scandal.
They heard that sound and they said it was perfection. Then the story broke and broke their reputation. But the sound didn't change with the revelation. I'd buy those records, but they won't reprint them. His motives went unquestioned but you kinda get them. He had the grace to wait till she died to explain the creation. And he died a fraud with the love he felt unspoken. Just a sound the ones he abhorred confessed was perfection. Some couples don't do rejection. Yeh I heard, some couples don't do rejection.
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Yr Poetry Birmingham, UK
Yr Poetry. The Band
Alexei: Guitar
Junior: Drums
Damn the man.
Save the empire.
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