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The Thaw
03:00
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The winter outlasted my welcome.
I knew it was my time to go.
On my way I encountered your shadow
that i'd traced with my boots in the snow.
I stood for a while or an hour
a minute away from my home
I was certain I should have said something
but I knew that I wasn't alone
because if we melted every lonely heart in this city
I'm pretty sure we all would quickly drown
And it's stupid. We're all in this together.
'cause Cupid refuses to fly in this weather.
He says he can't get off the ground.
So we'll have to fend for ourselves
before they hear this as well
and go and tell someone else
tell them that you love them now.
So this is my address to the nation,
You could say a call to open arms,
for an emotional revolution:
the fight for the freedom of our hearts.
Wise men say that 'only fools rush in'.
I say this wisdom's tradition gone sour.
So hand over the reins to your passion
and we'll all do the same and we'll just see what happens
because if we melted every lonely heart in this city
I'm pretty sure we all would quickly drown
And it's stupid. We're all in this together.
'cause Cupid refuses to fly in this weather.
He says he can't get off the ground.
So we'll have to fend for ourselves
before they hear this as well
and go and tell someone else
tell them that you love them now.
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Everything Flows
04:35
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Watching you struggle was like witnessing Heraclitus baking in the sun:
To me, you always seemed so wise, but know look what you've done.
I could have helped you to dig your way out of this hole that you found yourself in
All because you couldn't tell the distinct difference that lies between sweetness and saccharine.
I was there
That was no-where to you
Cutting the ribbon on things that you've hidden is never the easiest thing, a different incision to those you envisioned but Christ, if you'd just let me in.
We could have faced it together instead of just scratching that itch to you bled
but sharing your mind was too painful and you were content with just sharing your bed.
I was there
That was no-where to you
and it wasn't easy watching the lies freely pouring from the top of your lungs,
but when the truth hit me the force of it nearly made me bite off most of my tounge.
Alone in the knowledge that you'd had the courage, or possibly the lack thereof,
to try deal with the issue, split spirit from tissue abandoning all those you loved.
Winged forms decended from smoke
and ran their hands over your skin
lucky for us someone reached out and managed to rein you in.
I was there
That was no-where
I was there
That was no-where to you
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Adviceberg
03:12
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You'll spit the words out and you'll tell me you don't love me anymore
and I'll push my luck too far by asking if you ever had before.
You'll start crying and I won't try nearly half as hard as I should
to convince you to change your mind as if it could do any good.
We don't know where this ship is sailing,
but I'm sure the shore has gone.
So let's save ourselves a whole lot of heartache,
and accept that we're done.
Years from now I'll hear the sound of frozen leaves beneath my feet
I'll be transported to that morning when our frozen lips first meet,
and the fourteen days that follow when I can't get you out of my head
'til you oblige, pull me aside and take my clothes off on your bed.
We don't know where this ship is sailing,
but I'm sure the shore has gone.
So let's save ourselves a whole lot of heartache,
and accept that we're done.
Almost but not quite the present is the moment that we met,
and even now a moment later I'm certain that I won't forget
all the little faces that I'll later learn to call your 'tells'
for when you think you've told someone too much 'cause you don't know them well
We don't know where this ship is sailing,
but I'm sure the shore has gone.
So let's save ourselves a whole lot of heartache,
and accept that we're done.
I can hardly wait to see
just how much you'll break me
We don't know where this ship is sailing,
but I'm sure the shore has gone.
So let's save ourselves a whole lot of heartache,
and accept that we're done.
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'This will only take a second.
Don't move and no-one's gonna get hurt.'
While Sally handled crowd control
Martha took the vault
Jay stayed with the car just like they'd rehearsed.
Sally's face was Frank Sinatra
Martha looked like his Italian friend Dean
Jay had argued seeing Sammy Davis sat outside the bank
might make public interest overly keen.
Sinatra's skin was suffocating
so Sally lifted him away and gasped for breath.
It was clear to Martha as they ran with bin bags full of cash
that they had taken Sally out of her depth.
They'd found her in San Bernardino
a string of small liquor store 'stick-up's in their wake
She seemed so perfect for their needs; pretty, vulnerable, naive
Believing that was just their first mistake.
They fled the scene at what to Sally seemed the speed of sound.
Drove to a motel where Jay knew they wouldn't be found.
Martha sat her down and told her how she'd done them proud.
Sally never knew her heart could ever beat so loud.
Convincing her was half the battle,
half the battle that they had come to expect:
She wanted nothing more than to get out leave her hometown behind
which would have given her away if they'd have checked.
Because in truth, Sally was from Adelanto,
A little town a little way along the road.
Her father ran a liquor store, he'd been gunned down the week before
so now you know which way the story goes.
Back in that motel where there was no-one around
she woke at midnight and she moved without a sound,
blocked off their door removed every alarm she found,
and burned that motel to the ground.
She woke at midnight and she moved without a sound,
and burned that motel to the ground.
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Queenie
03:28
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They're casting again,
holding more auditions to find the prince a friend.
Desperate though this may seem
this particular lonely heart is pretty hard to please;
again, and again, and again
he shakes his head.
He casts back his mind
to just one of a myriad of much happier times
and pictures the day
(A warm and rainy afternoon the 25th of may)
and he can still transcribe
every word she said:
'What's that supposed to mean?
you think you something special just because your mam's the queen?
Here's a little lesson you so obviously need:
You're one of us, or one of them.
There's nothing in-between.
And with that, she took him by the hand
and led him to bed.
Now, obviously, Queenie didn't over-spill with joy.
Some common tart had had her way with her sweet little boy
nut you know that didn't stop them,
make them leave all they had left.
What stopped them was when Queenie went and had her put to death.
And now he sits, and contemplates the coldness of his bed,
how this betrayal has turned his entire world upon it's head,
how his heart is getting heavier with every tear that's shed,
how he can't help but go over all those words she said.
So he jumped from his seat.
They should have known he wouldn't just sit back and take defeat.
Not one guard saw him as a threat, they thought him soft and weak.
They didn't think that now as they lay dying at his feet
and the killing wouldn't stop till that queen was dead.
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