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Mother I refuse
I'll beg & bruise
This is the last crown I can lose
There's sour in your flowers
Rust in your blues
A black cap judgement for the accused
A dream that smoked you thin
Your skin wrapped in rain
But oh that crooked smile tattooed on my brain
Higher in the tide
A coat-tail to hold
The debts just wear you frail
A kiss unresolved
I've only your drunk mother's aim
To hide from and crawl out unscathed
Those heels that are tapping at my spine
And wrecking ball tremors that remind me what's in front of my eyes
Mother I refuse
I'll beg & bruise
This is the last crown I can lose
But little does she know
She's in my bones
Sweetening the pill
Stirring my soul
I've only a fraction of your whole
And a billion won't cover your one
Just the radio static replies
And wrecking ball tremors that remind me what's in front of my eyes
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Struggle and Strife
05:31
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Packed my bags and the trip began
Showed up ready for the full body scan
Flashed my smile at a skirt on the plane
Free newspaper and a glass of champagne
My passport photo is double-exposed
Look like a ghost in fidel castro's clothes
Made a girl in reno just to watch her conceive
Knew what she was doing, but she acted naive
I can't read these books that they write
These jobs they give me feel like throwing the fight
I broke ground on a brand new life
Same love, same hate, same fear, new struggle and strife
Got my bags at the carousel
My liver's in limbo and i feel like hell
Keep coming back to the wrong i've done
By light of moon and in the morning sun
I still have days when i feel like a man
And i can face the darkness like my father can
At the threat of lightning, i could feel my heart stop
Make a deal with the devil, he's gonna loot your shop
I can't read these books that they write
These jobs they give me feel like throwing the fight
I broke ground on a brand new life
Three healthy kids and a lovely wife
I severed my past with plastic knife
Same love, same hate, same fear, new struggle and strife
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Prosthetic Wing
04:11
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Streetlights lean their heads to cry
Cracks grow, soon the road divides
A sun-bleached sky blinks an eye
A choke hollowed in the crowd's reply
Hooked up when our teeth collide
My feet just rattle and my hands are tied
Stones loosening as i descend
Your voice is my last defence
Gravity pulls me off the raft
The storm swells and I'm sinking fast
Hooked up when our teeth collide
My feet just rattle and my hands are tied
My sweetheart's ticker tape parade
Clouds leap, just the dust remains
Seesawing on the beggar's shell
Through blind alleys in a stranger's veil
Hooked up when our teeth collide
My feet just rattle and my hands are tied
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Plankton Gorge
04:57
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A hand to wrap your winter smoke ring in
I can see the worry in your eye
Ricocheting around that gridlocked brain
I can feel the weather in your vein
And the swarm surrounds this broken fort
Would they stay forever if I lied?
The transmission you sent weighed a tonne
Witness of the one you trapped inside
But the faith you left to me
Buried itself in those same defeats
That I've tried to battle and forget
But my pride just won't relent
Trick fangs complete your one disguise
He's a fool whoever wins that prize
So meet me where the black-eyed birdmen preach
What you wrote was kept out of your reach
But the faith you left to me
Buried itself in those same defeats
That I've tried to battle and forget
But my pride just won't relent
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Lowjacked
03:21
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Your good Lord said
He's smile on me
I drain the liquor
And fall at your feet
Those greedy minutes turn angry hours
Confessions splinter
Surrender years
Like a king's rags torn from the ground
Our slanders stammer and fade away
Thrown to the lions
A coiled affray
Our shadows tangle
Entwined in the rain
Pickpockets of trinkets
A glorious mistake
Like a king's rags torn from the ground
What's this cold apparition?
I go out my head over you
Cruel cruel repetition
I go out my head over you
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Dresden Street Reckless
04:07
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Last night's procession
Is all I recall
With eyes weighing heavy
I daydream them all
I used all my wishes
On cinder supplies
Now this empty bed aches
And I'm too frozen to rise
Take me back Miss B
Dance me back home
Waltz me back Miss B
Before we grow old
You'll find me cracked in two
Pacing the walls
It's littered in the mirrors
Skippering at your door
So sweep me up from autumn
Derelict my mind
This Dresden Street Reckless
Is all I'll ever find
Take me back Miss B
Dance me back home
Waltz me back Miss B
Before we grow old
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Smoked and Sugared
03:19
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My blunt tooth spat from my last reply
As I caught my lip on the exit sign
And with a horsehair suit from the handsome fair
I wore my boots out standing there
We smoked and sugared in the single cell
With a pale of smog from your wishing well
Your sweet bones I miss
When your hand holds his
And time is a fever
Now it's sealed in a box where the river won't run
A sour taste on the kiss I drew
From a bottled promise we sank from view
Now I bend my eye through a stitched perfume
Over orchid thorn red bled blue
Your sweet bones I miss
When your hand holds his
And time is a fever
Now it's sealed in a box where the river won't run
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Slow Slung Dew
03:15
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Henpecked and clawed
Kissing cobweb tongues
A yellow line vein
Leads a trail to the dusk light
A grin you drag
But a laugh you sling
Out in the dusk light
You in the hailstorm
Me in the rain
You in the furnace
Me in the flame
If we hold our lungs
And breathe in the gale
If I slow my sigh
And it's the same old creaking bones
Tapping at the locks
So keep holding up the mirrors
To the creases in my heart
But I still love her
You in the hailstorm
Me in the rain
You in the furnace
Me in the flame
If we hold our lungs
And breathe in the gale
If I slow my sigh
Now I'm peeling off the edges
With a hand and a glassy eye
I'm a man of tricks and ribbons
So press the creases to your heart
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A Look Like Junkmail
04:36
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She looked at me like junk mail
Whispering a swallowed gin
A voice inside
Fell through my mind
Like junk mail
Awake too long
When midnight comes
And still you should
Know I'm no good
Like a split wheel
Like junk mail
Moth hole mouth keep singing
Through our gloved fists swinging
Hang these old love letters
I should have held you better
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Trench
06:36
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Still light remains
It's the only guide to hand
Burnt to the core
Ashes bleeding onto the land
Sleep.
Clear your decks
Chase the villains from your head
"Take me" was all you could ever leave unsaid
She held the thorns in her arms as I sawed myself into three
Don't take the bait from the snare, it's a God fearing sign of deceit
And I'm falling through the mirrors
And I'm washed up on the shore
Just a bag of skeletons
And everything I've yet to learn
Cut from your hair
All the sailor's knots that you weaved
Cold feels the ground
In the trench you dug just for me
X marked the point
Where your stolen limbs stood to leave
Cradle my plans
There's a chain gang whistling for me
She held the thorns in her arms as I sawed myself into three
Don't take the bait from the snare, it's a God fearing sign of deceit
And I'm falling through the mirrors
And I'm washed up on the shore
Just a bag of skeletons
And everything I've yet to learn
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Dance 'Til My Darling
03:15
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Now I've hit the ground
I used up my free rides first time round
And I haven't got a penny for to play the old machines
But I'll dance 'til my darling comes home
Lead me to the fair
As I've lived long enough not to care
And although I've been drinking I know where I am
And I'll 'til my darling comes home
When he sailed away
To return to his sweetheart one day
I made him a promise
Though ten years ago
That I'd dance 'til my darling comes home
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Cat Meat UK
Cat Meat Are:
Phil Rogers (Guitar and Vocals)
Ian Olney (Guitar, Banjo, Mandolin, Bass, Electronics)
Louisa Wood (Violin, Piano, Backing Vocals)
Barney Bodoano (Guitar, Harmonica, Bass, Drums, Backing Vocals)
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