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Overture
01:21
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2. |
Seven Years
02:25
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Seven years under your silver tongue
Under your rule of thumb
Eyes so tight I saw stars
I saw signs, rosaries round my neck
Pickled in tears, these weather worn years
Kept the memory in a jar with some
Salt for the wound, bride for the groom
Wash out my mouth, wash out my mind
Tracing the cracks in your metaphor
Holding my ear to the bathroom door
Chalking one more line upon your score
For seven years, seven years
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3. |
All The King’s Men
03:10
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Rest your head on my chest
Close your eyes
We are not world weary
Tonight
Pillow talk, bedroom eyes
You are mine
By the lime neon light
Of the time
Oh, my home fires burn so brightly
With a flame that I light nightly
All the king’s men and the king’s horses
Riding for our hearts
Draw the blinds, dim the lights
Lets recline
Lay between sheets like filo pastry
You’re good enough to eat
Oh, my home fires burn so brightly
With a flame that I light nightly
All the king’s men and the king’s horses
Riding for our hearts
Wanna put your kiss in a Tupperware container
Take it home with me so that I can taste it later
Oh, my home fires burn so brightly
With a flame that I light nightly
All the king’s men and the king’s horses
Riding for our hearts
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4. |
This Is Not A Drill
04:28
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Stare me out
Your watertight expert advice comes
Riding in on white horses
Swimming in
Social debris, muscular feats of denial
White knuckles, I just clench my fists
This Is Not A Drill
Wear me down
Blood in my mouth, tears in the sink
All of the above
And hey, don’t get your knickers in a knot
Hey, don’t get all bent out of shape
I can always hide my love away
This Is Not A Drill
All these circles that
We’re running in tonight
Going nowhere fast
You try so hard
Clutching your moral compass tight, you pray
No God, not this forked tongue of fate
This Is Not A Drill
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5. |
Sinking Relation Ship
03:39
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I’ve been lying awake while you’re falling asleep
Staring at the spots on the ceiling
And wondering if I let Desire off her leash
Would she bite at you and leave you bleeding?
And oh, I’m running a race under water
And oh, my parachute’s made of bricks and mortar
The days go by like sailors, we watch them float away
On sunset seas of pink and blue and grey
And in their tiny ships they carry your secrets, my lies
Barrels of tears to baptise
And oh, we’re falling apart like pavlova
And oh, the battle’s not even near over
The sleeping dog’s starting to wake up
The pieces of us now unstuck
We keep up our faces, we wind up our smiles
Mechanical romance alive
At night I fight for the doona, you scratch with your toes
Blood roses the gifts you bestow
And oh, I’ve backed my self into a corner
And oh, the battle’s not even near over
These transgressions are stones in my pockets
It burns like a lit cigarette
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6. |
Two For Tea
03:08
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It’s hard for me to get the words out right
I wish the cat that caught my tongue would bring it back
‘Cause darling I’ve been thinking about our happy ending
Been thinking about picket fences
Where it could be you and me
Two for tea
And then maybe
You and me could make it three
I would be the happy house wife
I’d even help you wake up in the morning for work
And when you come home, if you’re tired
You can play GTA, I won’t mind
When it’s you and me
Two for Tea
And then maybe
You and me could make it three
With a baby
And I’ll get fat
And you’ll go grey
But that’s alright
‘Cause it’s gonna be just
You and me
Two for tea
Then maybe three
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got one hand on bali and I’m calling your name
Wanna let it go to my head like cheap champagne
Noxious infactuation, touch wood
You’ve caught my thread and I am unravelling
Something borrowed, something blue
I am in love with you
Your bed is our playground, the pleasure the sin
I’m pinching myself, can’t believe how lucky I’ve been
I’m a casualty of cupid, I’m a long lost cause
Misery likes company and I don’t feel like hanging around
Something borrowed, something blue
I am in love with you
Everything old is once again new
I am in love with you
You don’t know the half of it
Something borrowed, something blue
I am in love with you
Everything old is once again new
I am in love with you
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You shake hands with the heartache
Take it into your bed
Making friends with the sorrow
You keep it well fed
I wish that you had perforated edges
So I could tear you out of this
And paste you into happiness
But now it’s a blue sky with a black cloud parade
When the curtains fall, the memory decays
It’s the last bar of your lover’s serenade, a trade
For a blue sky with a black cloud parade
I see you wearing that brave face
Got it strapped on tight
Feel exposed like a roll of film
In the light
I wish that you had perforated edges
So I could tear you out of this
Counting out the wedding bells
Filling up with white blood cells
You wait
For a blue sky with a black cloud parade
When the curtains fall, the memory decays
It’s the last bar of your lover’s serenade, a trade
For a blue sky with a black cloud parade
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9. |
White Flag
02:00
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Maybe I’m just too big for my boots
Maybe I got my hopes up too far
Maybe it’s not my turn this time
Maybe it won’t ever be mine
So I’m waving a white flag
Yeah I’m throwing the towel in
Taking the party decorations down
And my heart from my wounded sleeve
Waving a white flag
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10. |
Chessboard
02:43
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It’s difficult to say
Who started it
We speak in unfamiliar tongues
These days
There’s a line in the sand
Who’s drawn it?
Divide up the spoils
A chessboard; a friendship
And no one’s saying anything
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11. |
One Finger
03:33
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You throw your weight around like napoleon with party streamers
You're too tall to have small man syndrome
Yet you sink to dishing out the low blows
Like a kid with an itchy scab you can't leave it alone now
You had to jump the gun at midnight
I'd love to say I hate you but I'm bigger than that
Can I be frank?
Will you grow up?
This isn't high school anymore
Your house of cards
So meticulously stacked
Are tumbling to the floor
You want the upper hand
But you'll just get one finger
You've been carrying a chip on your shoulder the size of a saucepan
You shouldn't bite the hand that feeds ya
You oughta know by now we don't need ya
Like the king of an empty castle you're sleeping alone now
You had to make your point at midnight
You might have won the battle, but I won the war
Can I be frank?
Will you grow up?
This isn't high school anymore
Your house of cards
So meticulously stacked
Are tumbling to the floor
You want the upper hand
But you'll just get one finger
I tried so hard to be patient
(You are wringing me out)
I bite my tongue
(Your warning bells were so loud)
Count to ten
(Your fingers in all the pies)
Gave you your second chance
(It's all come out in the wash)
Over again
Can I be frank?
Will you grow up?
This isn't high school anymore
Your house of cards
So meticulously stacked
Are tumbling to the floor
You want the upper hand
But you'll just get one finger
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12. |
Christmas Ribbon
04:11
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You can’t see the forest for the trees
Her name is on your tongue like a disease
A disease
Glued together like a broken vase
Veiled behind a clandestine mask
The sorrow that you’re feeling for her pendulum swinging
Sever these ties like Christmas ribbon
I know you’re not sleeping and I
Know that you’re seeking a silver lining
But it’s not up her skirt
Cause she’ll drink you in and then spit you out
And you’ll come crawling back to the taste of her mouth
This purgatory isn’t mandatory
Sever these ties like Christmas ribbon
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13. |
Satellite
05:09
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All these little words
These syllables that fall between us
They will end
In disaster scenes
In sweat-soaked sheets
In earthquakes
Shudderings of you
Of me
A duality
Of blues
Of greens
And somewhere we meet
You say you never saw the sun shine so bright
And I’m spinning like your satellite
You move me like the moon moves the tide
And we’re spinning at the same time
And we’ll change, we’ll change
Right now you never saw the sun shine so bright
These umbrella teeth
Red cloaked analogies that come between us
They do end
In horror scenes
In unwashed grief
In thirsting
Hungering for you
And you for me
For a sense of gravity
For release
For believe
That somewhere we meet
You say you never saw the sun shine so bright
And I’m spinning like your satellite
You move me like the moon moves the tide
And we’re spinning at the same time
And we’ll change, we’ll change
Right now you never saw the sun shine so bright
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14. |
Cold War
03:56
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I stare at the Bible black bitumen
I keep finding pieces of you in my handbag
The memories, like treasure maps, take me back
To headlines on bedroom walls
And we sure knew how to put the fun in dysfunctionality
Now you spread yourself so thin
I can see right through
Your heart is hard like day old pita
Oh please, darling, don’t get bitter
The hatchet is buried, the jury’s still out
And the distance between us is smiling
Hold my breath and count to ten
Your finger is pointing in your self-righteous silence
I’ve been waiting in the wings for far too long
Been playing second fiddle, the piggy in the middle
Cross my heart and hope to die
I’m not the consolation prize
Your heart is hard like day old pita
Oh please, darling, don’t get bitter
The hatchet is buried, the jury’s still out
And the distance between us is smiling
What you say, it doesn’t make
It doesn’t make a damn lick of difference
I’m a glittery circus girl walking the wire
And I’m throwing a party on our funeral pire
These little boulders you hold on your shoulders
Are dragging you down and they’re taking me with you
I don’t want in this Cold War
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