1. |
Boxes
01:49
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You're my new friend that I've just discovered
gonna put you in a box just like all the others
You're my new friend that I've just discovered
gonna put you in a box just like all the others
You're a new friend that I've just discovered
gonna put you in a box just like all the others
You're my new friend that I've just discovered
gonna put you in a box just like all the others
Oh the stories we could share,
and the friends we could meet
They'd like you more
than they like me
and I hope we get to meet again
but if I'm honest we probably won't
and even after 225 milliletres alone in this attic
eventually you gotta realise
that none of what I've gotta say has any value
sometimes you open up
but nobody wants to see what's inside
I guess I've just
I've fucked with my self esteem
I'm pissed off and I'm about to snap
You're my new friend that I've just discovered
gonna put you in a box just like all the others
You're my new friend that I've just discovered
gonna put you in a box just like all the others
You're my new friend that I've just discovered
gonna put you in a box just like all the others
You're my new friend that I've just discovered
gonna put you in a box just like all the others
You're my new friend that I've just discovered
gonna put you in a box just like all the others
You're my new friend that I've just discovered
put you in a box just like all the others
If I knew what page
the next chapter was on
I'd skip it.
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2. |
Batteries
02:43
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[The first verse of this song is a reading from Murakami's Wind-up Bird Chronicles]
Recharging, recharging
Like batteries
recharging, overloading
like batteries, exploding
recharging, overloading
like batteries, recharging
like batteries, like batteries
But it's never quite as simple as that is it
it's like a camera in a box that you've lost and forgotten about,
then you pull out to play again
then suddenly the battery just leaks over you
and there's just that white powder and it's on your fingers and gets under your nails
and before you know it your skin's turned black,
and it gets into your lungs and your nose,
everything inside you
and suddenly you've lost your skin and you've lost your fingers
Recharging, recharging
Like batteries
overloading, exploading
like batteries, recharging,
we're corroding, exploding
like batteries, recharging,
overloading, exploading
we could've powered some kind of jet but I guess we just weren't ready yet,
who would've known how far we could get but I guess we just weren't ready yet,
we could've powered some kind of jet but I guess we just weren't ready yet,
who would've known how far we could get but I guess we just weren't ready yet,
Recharging, recharging
Like batteries
we're corroding, exploding
like batteries, recharging,
we're corroding, exploding
Like batteries, recharging
we're corroding, exploding
we could've powered some kind of jet
we could've powered some kind of jet
who would've known how far we could get
but I guess you just weren't ready yet
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3. |
Science
02:05
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Oh my lover you had me confused with a micro-biologist
I studied the exquisite details in the exquisite cells
Then I realised
It was nothing more than my own blood stained on the carpet
Completely normal.
Oh my lover you had me confused with an astronomer
I watched you like a cosmic explosion of the velvets
That star dust courses through your veins
It runs out of your eyes and into mine
I think it was my eyes
I think it was my eyes
On September 16th 2016
You kicked me so hard, a stranger had to pull you off of me,
And even then they couldn't make you stop,
I hope noone ever lets you fucking forget
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4. |
Trust
03:33
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So I see you've come to me for advice
as though I might know any better
like my rope ladder hasn't been pulled up too
like I could get us out?
I wouldn't trust me if I were you
I wouldn't trust me if I were you
oh no not at all
I wouldn't trust me if I were you
no no not at all
I wouldn't trust me if I were you
no no not at all
not at all
not at all
not at all
not at all
I wouldn't trust me if I were you
no no not at all
Oh let me tell you an anecdote from my oh so relatable life
or how about the same stories that you've already heard 60 times
I wouldn't trust me if I were you
I wouldn't trust me if I were you
no no not at all
I wouldn't trust me if I were you
no no not at all
not at all
not at all
I wouldn't trust me if I were you
no no not at all
I wouldn't trust me if I were you
no no not at all
Sometimes I just don't know what to say
to my depressed friends
Sometimes I run out of things I can do
for my depressed friends
yeah, I'll tell em
we'll sing through the sorrow
oh, I'll tell em
yeah it'll be better tomorrow
Sometimes I just don't know what to say
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Grey Market London, UK
Noisey London Post-punk.
Music to ignore people
to.
Theo
Devin
Lewis
Dan
We always want more shows
greymarketldn@outlook.com
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