1. |
Now My Head Is Full
03:34
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In all you taught me,
There's that niggling,
Persisting phrase that says "abort me".
And in all I'm learning,
There's an unrest, unaddressed,
at my behest a yearning to be
through with preparation. Yeah.
And you can call it 'training',
But I'd have to guess,
You missed an 's',
Or are the two the same thing?
Let's reap no more information,
Be fully-grown and stationary, for
Now my head is full.
Now my head is full.
Now my head is full.
After twenty years.
It finally gave way.
I learned something new today.
That now, my head is full.
Now my head is full.
Now my head is full.
I learned, I burned, I turned.
Come on, now. Live it out.
Come on, now. What's that pout all about?
So, Colclough, Spicer, Drew and Edwards,
Come regard this sinking deadwood.
Fully saturated, am I
fully educated because
now, my head is full,
of useless, newsprint cotton wool,
It's much too much to jettison, but with medicine, I'll be ready soon.
And now my head is full.
Now my head is full.
Now my head is full.
I learned, I burned, I turned.
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2. |
Silver
04:07
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B-grade achiever,
Your love is silver.
Drawn to the river,
Stand and deliver.
Hey, yeah.
B-grade achiever,
Your love is silver.
Damaged, beleaguered.
Held from the ether.
Hands keep you under,
Whispers and blunders.
Pretty but withered,
Your love can wait.
Hey, yeah. Silver.
And yet I see no flaws, just hardships.
Faux pas repeater,
Nightmare believer,
Bad luck receiver,
Your love is silver.
Who can condemn you,
With all you've been through?
Stand and deliver.
Your love is silver.
Hey, yeah. Silver.
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3. |
Calm-Bad
03:38
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She says she likes the way the river flows.
She says she rues the day the evidence goes.
Because there's yesterdays in every notch.
and if you really try, a sliver shows. Oh no.
Now I can reach out to touch your sequin skin.
The bones within are sturdy.
And I can't look at you too much, you're everything.
Your eunuch wing,
I know this part too well.
Apply the oil and fade, and look straight through.
Is this a remedy, or something cruel?
For it's a thin veneer, the null you see.
What could be truer than immaculacy?
I don't know how to make it okay,
oh take it away.
oh take it away away away.
She says she likes the way the river flows.
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4. |
Laughed At Unneeded Love
03:34
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I can't walk another step, I can't take another breath; guess the world's sick of my song.
I can't swim at this depth, I don't get what you said. Sickened by second-hand soul.
Oh the plight of my life and the fight for my life in the prime of my life, prime of my life.
One man strides from left to wrong, one man strives from dark to heavy.
The man who soiled the world, I watch him tarry.
I've laughed at unneeded love.
I've seen what you're going through, what you're going to do. And nobody's impressed.
They've seen what you're going through, what you're going to do. You've taken your share from the best.
Oh the plight of your life and the fight for your life in the prime of your life, prime of your life.
One man strides from left to wrong, one man strives from dark to heavy.
The man who soiled the world, I watch him tarry...
Just to say,
Words I've misheard and preferred, who's to say?
Words I've misheard and preferred, who's to say? who's to say?
I can't walk another step, I can't take another breath; guess the world's sick of my song.
I can't swim at this depth, I don't get what you said. Sickened by second-hand soul.
One man strides from left to wrong, one man strives from dark to heavy.
The man who soiled the world, I watch him tarry.
I've laughed at unneeded love.
I've laughed at unneeded love.
I've laughed at unneeded love.
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5. |
Like Spirits
05:07
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Wait. Think for a moment.
in all you feel and care for.
You wonder what it's there for and what from?
And just to know it.
A hollow prize when analysed,
but loosen up those ties;
If we can touch, just for the moment,
Components rush and weave and make belief,
but hey, it's only real.
So, we overcame delusion but not its elegance.
We dance like spirits, except spirits cannot dance.
Spirits; They writhe in fiction.
With a hope for mental growth. A self-obsessed insistence to exist!
And some permit them - Cast them anchors overboard, drop the spirits because
it's all in your mind! And that's all in your body.
And we're all in the universe, trial-and-error-ing 'til it works.
I've seen anathematic beauty, there by the grace of chance.
We dance like spirits, except spirits cannot dance.
[Sundara avasara.]
And we're infatuated.
Of what emanated.
Purity's everywhere you look? Look at your hands.
We dance like spirits, except spirits cannot dance.
Oh, no! Can you hear the poison flow?
Sucking out the silence.
Hustling reliance to the droves.
Oh, no! Can you feel the poison flow?
Shouldn't sweat the science.
Mystery's the wise we're yet to know.
So can we touch, just for the moment?
Components rush and weave and make belief,
but hey, it's only real.
And we overcame delirium but not its elegance.
We dance like spirits, except spirits cannot dance.
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6. |
Dog Food
03:18
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Well, it's a dog-eat-dog-food world.
And I'm surprised you hadn't heard.
They make ways and means in the meanest ways,
Carry you through to the brighter days.
World in motion, Occam's shaving.
I've seen rainbows, magnets, great things.
And did you ever consider it was never a riddle
with a supernatural price?
Just an algorithm with acute precision and a
double-roll of the dice!
Well, it's a dog-eat-dog-food world.
Well, it's a dog-eat-dog-food world, I know, I know.
Well, they were running through the known.
With a question-mark halo.
Full of wonder so divine.
Gets them to the church on time.
And they asked and they were shown.
So we threw that dog a bone.
I hear hoof beats, horses stampede.
See no zebras, can you believe?
Low-commotion crazy paving;
dogs eat dog food; that's the main thing.
And did you ever consider it was never a riddle
with a supernatural price?
And when it seems like nothing's as it seems, it's not like that! It's not like that.
And when it seems like nothing's as it seems, it's not like that! It's not like that.
Did you ever consider it was never a riddle
with a supernatural price?
Just an algorithm with acute precision and a
double-roll of the dice!
Well, it's a dog-eat-dog-food world.
Well, it's a dog-eat-dog-food world, I know, I know.
Well, it's a dog-eat-dog-food world.
Well, it's a dog-eat-dog-food world, I know, I know.
I keep bleeding, I keep-keep bleeding blood.
I keep bleeding, I keep-keep bleeding blood.
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7. |
Just To Belong
03:45
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When given the option, I stayed alone often,
I strayed from home for the release.
But now, in confinement, a pallid asylum,
The sound and the silence, they nullify such peace.
This cell is so solemn, and no kind of home.
I'm so low when solo so long.
Speechless and sleepless in time spent alone.
C'mon; be strong, just to belong.
There's boxes and tables, and telephone cables,
But nothing to welcome me in.
With numbers on meters for old storage heaters,
Low signal, low light and low motive.
These walls of impure beige, I'll sit between all day,
And flit between boredom and torpor.
So in this dull portal, an anodyne torture,
All dead-ended thoughts will just dissipate.
Home, are you coming?
Will you come, home?
You've got to be strong, just to belong.
Then you came home.
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8. |
Storm (You Can Choose)
03:02
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Storm, you can choose, your own way, your own shoes,
and the day is your own if you want it.
They get upset; You don't fit any pre-defined set,
but you could if you want it.
Hi, you are free, build your own identity,
not the way of the world.
And biology doesn't mean so much to we
who can see you're alive, you're a life.
Way of the world: He's a boy, she's a girl.
No, they're not: all they are is alive.
So, you can choose. It's your parents' gift to you.
Either way, you are loved and alive.
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9. |
A Recovery
03:57
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So far,
So far behind the others,
But maybe we'll recover.
Maybe we'll recover.
Seen all the weather we are under,
But maybe we'll recover.
Maybe we'll recover.
You've got a life to get on with, haven't you?
See you through the pouring rain,
I've got an unoriginal roaring pain,
but didn't we say, today would be the day?
So many yesterdays weigh heavy.
I'm ready, if I'm ever ready.
A recovery is on its way.
So far,
We struggle treading water,
But maybe we'll recover.
Maybe we'll recover.
It got so hard,
But lately I've discovered
That this part of the story's obligatory,
So we'll turn pages 'til the glory.
See you through the pouring rain,
I've got an unoriginal roaring pain,
but didn't we say, today would be the day?
So many yesterdays weigh heavy.
I'm ready, if I'm ever ready.
A recovery is on its way.
We have made mistakes in public,
They are written on our walls.
We have watched the serotonin rise and fall, rise and fall, we've seen it all.
The rise and fall.
Fall.
See you through the pouring rain,
I've got an unconditional roaring pain,
but didn't we say, today would be the day?
Today could be the day!
So many yesterdays weigh heavy.
I'm ready, if I'm ever ready.
A recovery is on its way.
You've got a life to get on with, haven't you?
Today could be the day.
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10. |
Is This Microphone On?
05:06
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Luck got stuck on bad.
The desperate give all they have.
Nobody listens now:
They're all envisioned as a survival mission, on their own.
Stark but not raving mad.
The darkness is heartless, and will not give back.
Nobody listens now.
They've got their missions.
But, is this microphone on?
Veiled ears fail to hear what's going wrong.
Is this microphone on?
Take these pains and fears and pass them on.
Hard to face alone.
Out in space, they'll never know.
But there's a motion to maintain where such emotions have no place.
Maintain the motion, and we'll set the stage.
Is this microphone on?
Veiled ears fail to hear what's going wrong.
Is this microphone on?
Take these fallacies and pass them on.
Can you lend a hand?
Would you take a stand?
But there's a motion to maintain where such emotions have no place.
Maintain the motion, and we'll set the stage.
Is this microphone on?
Veiled ears fail to hear what's going wrong.
Is this microphone on?
Take these silent pleas and pass them on, please.
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Paper Truth Newcastle Under Lyme, UK
2007-2014
Written, performed and recorded by Colin Surname
now working as absentine.bandcamp.com
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