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Nothing New
02:59
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Frontward facing, the sun in my eyes
Stumble forward again into the light
The same reaction week after week
Another show keeps me going
No faith, another leap
I know I said I wouldn't mind
A bitter song a lack of hype
I know you said it wasn't true
Move along like it's nothing new
And my head turns from the sunlight
My heart beats fast when I'm spinning
And it all feels out of sight
It's getting harder to think
I could've sworn we were closer
A distance well in reach
I know I said I wouldn't mind
A bitter song a lack of hype
I know you said it wasn't true
Move along like it's nothing new
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2. |
That Awful Sound
01:50
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Paint my black eye with your fist
Stung with watercolours
I bleed black lose track of my sight
I'd never heard a siren squirm or run away so fast before
I hope I got my blood on your clothes
I hope it gets trapped in your pores
Tape my mouth shut and tie me down
I can still feel the blood in my wrists
And the tensions will not ease until you surrender
I spit acid all over your face
And it sputters an awful sound
How do you think you will
How do you think you will survive
That awful sound
An overwhelming voice
That awful sound
Dear god, how does it feel when you've got something to lose?
When the strings don't come in, when you pull out your fists
You've got to learn to lose sometimes
You've got to learn to listen
You've got to learn to hear
That awful sound
An overwhelming voice
That awful sound
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Electric Century
03:19
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Snap, smile
You put on your best face
Caught by
Meathook homemade trophy case
It fades to black
An electric century
And I stare blankly
Red eye
Force-fed thoughtless dead praise
Hate time
You're lost in your headspace
It fades to black
An electric century
And I stare blankly
You hold on hope
The red light flickers again
A scarlet lightning
And it goes it straight to your head
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4. |
Friction
02:45
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I fake it all the time
Do you fake it too?
No pleasure, I feel nothing
I'm numb to what you do
If I seem a little tired
What can you do? What can you do?
No response, it goes unheard
A friction of flesh, it chafes and burns
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Coarse
03:57
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I see nothing
A darkened world
And it's cold, I am
Not awake
In empty dreams
Sand runs coarse through my veins
The desert's not for me
And is it true that you're not there?
You're not there for me
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6. |
Another Broadkast
13:03
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Zoomed in
Tuck it away for the cameras dear
Lipstick
It has to be perfect, it has to be clean
Put on your makeup so the public can see
Get out the bathroom and on the TV
Transmission, transmission
Transmission, transmission
What does it matter in the end?
At least it's a platform, at least it's a voice
Well could we not do better?
It's the same old trips, it's the same old tropes
Make sure your nails look good
Make sure you don't interrupt
How does your voice sound?
How does your voice sound?
Well could you pass a little less for us?
Transmission, transmission
Transmission, transmission
Another broadkast, another broadkast
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Sherbet Flies Cardiff, UK
Solo-project-turned-full-band c2014. Formerly based in York, now based between London & Cardiff.
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