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1. Something Good
05:06
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Something good
I'll wait for you
To tell me all your news
With my arms wrapped around you
I think I can handle your weight
As long as my own doesn't harm me
Leave it all behind
All the young dead, and disarming
And then there's you
Shining through,
Something good and new
And bright and unbruised.
My caravan's damp
Think I've got the blues again
Hit rock bottom over and over and over
My life's turning over and
I'm not aware of the time passing
And then there's you
Shining through,
Something good and new
And bright and unbruised.
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Polidics lyrics
It's all just fucking words I'm sick of it
Found myself stuck in the stink of it
Promises of change unbounded
Turns out all you do it think of it
And men in jackets sit importantly
Talking pouring port in front of me
Clink your glass and drink that chaser
Well done, doubt you've ever thought of me
It's all just glitching screens and bodies,
Screen through screen twitch fight, and lobby
Money's racked in lines so take it
Fill your thoughts with man's white hobby
Speak with thumbs and lie with imagery
Days depressed and nights on ecstasy
Crammed in boxes, back to back with
Strangers chained to their identity
And lay me down
To run away from it
Touch in spaces
I've been hiding in
I'll move on, move on
To where they cannot find me, hands among
The flowers and the grasses
Yeah I'm young, I'm young
But I feel like I can see straight through the sun
And when I push on past it
It's on fire, on fire
The ultimate destruction we desire
These self-denying pastures
So we'll rise, we'll rise
A bunch of honest creatures fill the skies
To leave behind the masses.
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The Road To Your House
03:52
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The Road To Your House
Forgot you were human
A silicone glitch
Turns out you had furred cheeks
and hollows in your wrists
The space is elastic
Distance fecund, endless
The road to your house has
Always been like this
I sit on your wall there
And lose track of time
While you cry stacking fagpacks
About friends who've died, and
Billie, he was lovely
A real special kind
I just wish you were closer
To ask me the time
The sin lifts lids slowly
Entwined in the horizon
Edges lines blurred
Until the night is finally done
Seems all I've done is drive
A bit further each day
Since you left the country
And chucked me away
I've always hated to love you
The games were repetitive
Over and over and over and over
But I always came round to forget it
Georgia why you so selfish
You really messed my head, and
Opposite your gaff I stand
Patiently for your hand.
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Smoke
03:38
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Smoke
I've thrown away all my pictures
Every old tea and health tincture
Pebbles piled high in the kitchen
Things that have helped me to function
In times when my numbers were hidden
I told myself joy was forbidden
All the steep drops I have ridden
Heart in my mouth of a sudden
Commit to the grit of your faces
Slapped around all different places
Boundaries have all been quite useless
Must keep my face keep my graces
Maybe this time on me's wasted
I loved like a dog and was faced with
A darkness that marked me with hatred
Now I'll step back a few paces
Sit in my den of this safe space
Traced your face once I got heartache
Not worth then risk of a new break
Day after day until days break
Dig into the mud with my hands gripped
Time seems so young until it slipped
It's hard to get, plays that old trick
It's hard to get, just like your lip
So we sit and drink and smoke
And try to stay afloat
It's a good job we're all on the same boat
It's a good job we all learnt to smoke.
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Paper
07:27
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Paper
I sit a while and wait
Not knowing how long it'll take
As my knees begin to ache
On this concrete lake
And their checkers in the sky
As our Celtic knots entwine
And my back touched the floor
My heart begged for more
Where's my sister?
I miss her?
We knew the break was close
As they brought the yellow man in
And their helmets begged for forgiveness
As their hard hands seized my kin
They're my people
And I'd die for
I wish I could cover (you)
From this downpour (I heard it was due)
I've for a little piece of paper, signed it with my name
I promise you I'll stand beside you when we're all in flames
I've got a little piece of paper and I burnt it through
I let it deep into the fire, couldn't leave it with you
I've got a little piece of paper, can't read what it says
Scrawls fresh, covered in ash, and tinted with grey
I've got a little piece of paper it's a contract now,
Between a true love maker and a fist of power
A piece of paper tells us where to begin,
And it forgets that all depends on where the arrows spin
I've got a little piece of paper, it's a levelled slate
and it forgets the lines within you and the ways you've aged
I've got a little piece of paper, it's a piece of shit
And it's a shame that our country is built on it
I've got a holy pile of paper, dunno by who it was writ
But I can tell you pretty plainly that they don't know shit
They've never lay in the grit
They've never taken a sip
of this communal spit
They got the bud by the nip
And I can tell you pretty plainly that they don't know shit
Yeah we can see pretty plainly that you don't know shit
Yeah we can see pretty plainly they don't know shit
And it's a shame that our country's built on it.
Where's my sister?
I really miss her.
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Rona Mac Wales, UK
I write atmospheric Indie-pop songs about things that feel real to me, in hope that they might feel real to other people. I'm from West Wales, I'm 28, I'm gay, and I live in a caravan where I write, record + mix music. If I can talk about things we've been told we shouldn't, and help people connect to feelings they tucked away in their teens, then I'll be happy when I'm old. So I'm giving it a go. ... more
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