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Bars (Clutter & Soul)
03:16
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The blinds on my window are bars.
These records sound like slave music,
and jailhouse guitars.
I am broken and bent.
I've got this suitcase full of broken hearts,
letters written and never sent.
The blinds on my window are bars.
We've been chasing tail and vapour trails,
and shooting stars.
Now I am broken. I am bent.
I've got this suitcase full of knackered hearts to rent.
I'd say farewell if I could leave,
tear this heart from my sleeve.
This life sure took its toll.
Clutter and soul. Clutter and soul.
Farewell but never leave.
Tear this heart from my sleeve.
Twenty odd years have took there toll.
Clutter and soul. Clutter and soul.
The rain drops on my window like tears.
I've been scratching paint off of the walls.
Counting down the years.
Now my minds broken again.
I've got this notebook full of pencil dreams,
they're scribbled out with marker pen.
The blinds on my window are bars.
We've been chasing tail and vapour trails,
and shooting stars.
Now I am broken. I am bent.
I've got this notebook full of pencil dreams to rent.
I'd say farewell if I could leave,
tear this heart from my sleeve.
This life sure took its toll.
Clutter and soul. Clutter and soul.
Farewell but never leave.
Tear this heart from my sleeve.
Twenty odd years have took there toll.
Clutter and soul. Clutter and soul.
Can never make my mind up.
Too much is at stake,
'coz every single step that I walk,
I think my legs will break.
The blinds on my window are bars.
I'd say farewell if I could leave,
tear this heart from my sleeve.
This life sure took its toll.
Clutter and soul. Clutter and soul.
Farewell but never leave.
Tear this heart from my sleeve.
Twenty odd years have took there toll.
Clutter and soul. Clutter and soul.
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Mirrors
02:06
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Always drinking, always sniffing.
Never looking good.
Another casualty from the neighbourhood.
Just sit back and take another pill.
You're feeling fine.
Scratched mirrors.
Another white line.
Love like a gun, two bullets,
straight into his heart and face.
A fresh start but they're making all the old mistakes.
The truth is on the outside for you to see.
Confined to a life of luxury.
We're cynics and we're sinners.
We're after it all.
I'm seeing devils in the mirror.
No angels at all.
If you can change then I can change my ways.
But my reflection stays the same.
Forever fucking, flirting, fighting.
Like a wrecking ball.
Lipstick on the collar.
Bloodstains on the wall.
They say that careless talk is costing lives.
Smashed mirrors.
Another fucking white lie.
Love like a shotgun with a pocket full of extra rounds.
There's only rumours here.
They fucking built this town.
The truth is on the outside for all to see.
All in all, a life less ordinary.
We're cynics and we're sinners.
We're after it all.
I'm seeing devils in the mirror.
No angels at all.
If you can change then I can change my ways.
But my reflection stays the same.
But my reflection stays the same.
My reflection stays the same.
But my reflection stays the same.
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The Suburbs
03:18
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Amongst the semi-detacheds,
and the second hand cars,
where the security lights
flash in time to the dogs barks.
Where the prowlers, they wont bother you no more.
They just keep their heads down
and keep their hoods up.
You heard bright city lights calling you.
You never do what needed to be done.
You will run, run, run, run, run,
into the arms of the suburbs.
So I find some peace.
In my two up, two down.
Worlds apart from racing rats
and weathered frowns.
Where this quest for fame,
it don't trouble me no more.
No longer keep my teeth bared.
No longer grind them down.
You heard bright city lights calling you.
You never do what you needed to get done.
You will run, run, run, run, run,
into the arms of the suburbs.
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Cringe
03:16
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We're fighting again.
Like every other couple,
in every other two-bed.
The streets all echo
with a thousand little porky-pies,
and a million little compromises.
Don't give me that look.
Like I'm not the one you fell for,
but the one that makes your skin crawl.
I will ask even though I already know...
"Do I make you cringe? Do I?
With every misplaced joke,
and every kiss that tastes like smoke.
Do I make you cringe? Well, do I?
Was every cheek that was far from dry,
just another warning sign?"
I'm crying again.
I promised that I wouldn't,
and I'd try to be like other men.
But its hard to shake.
When the root cause of this broken soul
is in every single brick I lay.
So I go on.
Sobbing like a war vet but
I've never even fired a gun.
I will ask even though I already know...
"Do I make you cringe? Do I?
With every misplaced joke,
and every kiss that tastes like smoke.
Do I make you cringe? Well, do I?
Was every cheek that was far from dry,
just another warning sign?"
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Comfort Zones
03:41
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Monday and I'm wondering,
"what the hell have I been doing?"
Just what am I going to say?
Everybody's heard it except you.
Angry lovers now.
This time with familiar names.
This time unfamiliar ground.
Weekends in the pub get me down.
So the curtain falls.
Will I try to get them all?
Will I choose youth or the comfort zone?
Choose to fall in love or waste your time with the lads.
Trade body heat for porno mags.
Yellow hands, black lungs, knock-off fags.
We lose each others dreams
at the bottom of a bottle of a bag.
Bloodstains on double yellow lines.
Graffitied names of friends of mine.
Mondays child is few of friend.
Your adolescence never ends.
Parents, they only lie to you.
Don't follow what they say or what they do.
Tear your posters down.
Burn the whole cathedral down.
Tired of propaganda dreams.
Another idiot glued to a screen.
Frozen to the box. To afraid to turn it off.
Will I choose youth or the comfort zone?
Choose to fall in love or waste your time with the lads.
Trade body heat for porno mags.
Yellow hands, black lungs, knock-off fags.
We lose each others dreams
at the bottom of a bottle of a bag.
Bloodstains on double yellow lines.
Graffitied names of friends of mine.
Fickle music on the streets.
Drum and bass replaced hip-hop beats.
None of the kids are smiling now.
Everybody is waiting for the call.
Sick of Wonderwall.
Sick of the old ones, heard them all.
Tired of one-hit wonder bands.
The kid who scraped his name into the sand.
To get washed away.
Dont believe what the papers say.
Will I choose youth or the comfort zone?
Choose to fall in love or waste your time with the lads.
Trade body heat for porno mags.
Yellow hands, black lungs, knock-off fags.
We lose each others dreams
at the bottom of a bottle of a bag.
Bloodstains on double yellow lines.
Graffitied names of friends of mine.
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Wake Up Dead
03:15
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Lately, I've been sleeping upside down.
I've been seen roaming round the darker side of town.
Oh! Wont you keep your crucifix at bay, my love?
If I feel like flying off I'll stick a clove up my nose.
We all fall down.
Faced with silver bullets and wooden stakes,
Its OK to back down.
Remember when I said...
"I want to wake up dead.
Oh! To wake up dead!"
To forget about those feelings I had when I was warm.
Promise to keep my appetite in check,
and my teeth out of your neck.
I left the tomb.
The doom and gloom.
No longer hang with hopeless souls,
men who speak of blood and bloom.
There's a ship down Whitby Bay.
It leaves with the waxing moon.
I swore I'd never bite you,
and never fall in love.
Pledge this soul to someone,
but its not the Lord above.
Poison myself with garlic cloves.
Still, I end up draining you.
But of course, I fall down.
Faced with holy water and the light of day,
I always fall down
Remember when I said...
"I want to wake up dead.
Oh! To wake up dead!"
To forget about those feelings I had when I was warm.
Promise to keep my appetite in check,
and my teeth out of your neck.
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Skellums Wales, UK
Skellums was formed because there was nothing else left to do.
Underneath all the dirty guitars and
drums, there lives a pop song. Skellums believe, that as long as you have a melody, you can get away with all sorts.
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