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New Mechanics
02:51
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Span round til my brain leapt from my body
I was run down like a rat chased through a lobby
I thought, who cooks like the chefs in Ratatouille,
Felt a shivering down my spine, so tell me I'm fine
Please tell me I'm fine.
12th floor and there's 24 identical doors,
half packed chest of asymetrical draws
Self-serve hot water machine
A babybell on a stale baguette I'll never forget
I'll never forget.
High pitched and I'm working on a deeper tone,
Mommy matching M&Ms til my voice goes.
Turn relics into names in the floor board
scrape until something's mine then leave it behind.
Then leave it behind
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Bowls
03:07
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That silver cowboy tankard will never be relegated to the dustry fusebox cover that my father made us.
It will sit on that shelf until the day that we die
Never once being used because the taste is not nice.
We can still make space
For the bowls that we made
Microwave beige and cracking at the base
We can still make space
For the bowls that we made
In Scarborough
That one's got a broken handle
and those stains don't come out
The tea tastes so much better when the mug only cost a pound
It will sit on that shelf until the day that we die
Never once being used
Fall into the floor
and I can't wait to buy more
but I think this one's heading on its way
and the bin needs taking out today
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3. |
Shallow Soup
02:08
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I can't explain what we're sitting though
This crustacean heart needs its protective goo
I'll float away like alcoholic bees
Re-draw my attention if its human to be
Spending all of our time
It goes on and on
Drinking from the tap (Think again)
Fingernails in tact (Begin again)
Dreaming on your back (Once again)
Proving that you're innocent
Split between a million stories
It goes on and on
Saw my reflection in the shallow soup
My bulbous eyes in the back of the spoon
Never seen so clearly, deep within
I'll lend you the credits if you'll let me begin
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4. |
Too Light
03:10
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Deeply Dug
Snugly Snug
Take tomorrow for myself
I'll wake up as someone else
I can't sleep when its too light
Slipping through
Your point of view
I'll resolve to let it slide
Let you put me to the side
I can't think when there's no light
Back to life, to life...
Shoulder's shrugged
You're wholly smug
and I feel smaller than myself
I hunch into something else
Then just coast til it's July
Deeply dug, snugly snug
I feel brighter than myself
imitating someone else.
I can't dream when its' too light
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hobbies Leeds, UK
hobbies make Leeds flavoured indie pop 🏀. Their favourite sounds are: Muggy 00's indie, Superchunk, Radiator Hospital and Los Campesinos. Their favourite pastimes include: Birdwatching, Model Villages and Meeting Gary Lineker.
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