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Rain Slows
03:35
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Based on most of the facts
You shattered hearts with unfettered pacts
Pale light on you, hangin’ from my arm
Fistful of tens, a hook and a line
Passing my home town, my throat was twine
Ain’t getting’ thru’, cast iron mind
Rain slows, you slipped in time
A handful of vials was never in mind
Creep up the stairs, fall down in style
In front of the old crowd, you made a fist and cried poor aloud
Once in a while, left on your own
Swept in a pile, the things you’d outgrown
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2. |
Vatican Blues
03:22
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Any Sunday, you will find them take apart a knee
Any wonder you unravel, set at 33
Take apart a soft landing, bite your fingers clean
Another jar to bury friends in and let the Godless be
Talk is frozen, a hate explosion, set your version free
Polished wood, you understood just what the cross here means
Every scandal’s worth a painting and every sound is seen
No you cannot enter that club with a skirt so brief
Trust….Drugs….
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3. |
A to Z
02:26
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A to Z
Held to things we said
You force another lid on a heart
You blow another riddle apart
Letters, flowers pressed
Paddles set to rest
You force another lid on a heart
You blow another riddle apart
You take another pill to restart
Your eyes are busy throwing out darts
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4. |
Twelve Stops
03:17
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The two of us barely eating
Still drunk, your gums were bleeding
A well-timed meter reading
Your nervous foot was speeding
Mental hold, mental hole, blacked out, blacked out
Mental hold, mental hole, back down, back down
We’re pound for pound needy
Threw in the towel still beating
You blame the news, I weaken
The cool air rattled breathing
Mental hold, mental hole, blacked out, blacked out
Mental hold, mental hole, back down, back down
You want to bet on that,
Double vision, television
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5. |
Fake Grass
02:39
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I know we’re out of mystery, skin and bone
You’re lookin’ weathered and you’ve lost your dough
And it all iced the chill when I underwent
A mariachi, Harry Dean Stanton
But you made it to an island
And I don’t want to know what happened then
One night you threw ice, doubled up
Wearing something for somebody else
Get me out of here, I’m on the boat
That’s swaying side to side now she’s jumped off
But you made it to an island
And I don’t want to know what happened then
Ripping off another dolls head
Changing outfits and seeing red
Moving furniture and stacking it
Ripping off another dolls head
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6. |
Caroline
03:50
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Threw the dregs onto your lawn
You wiped your grin into a sorrowful yawn
I made the steps and I checked my pulse
I saw you shaking in a slow convulse
Front of steps, faded cellophane
I never said I would swallow the pain
You lost some weight and I lost my head
I painted toes and I have barely slept
When I came to knock, I froze on the spot
The last time I left, I made hinges rock
I bent down and patted a cone
I saw a tail curled around your bones
Dark circles, thunder and eyes
You’re droppin’ hints to cover your lies
I offered you a part of my hand
I took a seat we could barely stand
I offered in in a pill stone prayer
You took it well and then I paid in tears
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7. |
Neighbour's TV
03:11
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Out in the pale grass
Your fingers made of brass
A bed to hide the little flings
That play upon the mind
The pulse in my neck finds
A clock that just rewinds
It plays upon the shadow lines
A long forgotten vine
Descended from your mind
I was punted for a time
See, the water’s draing out
And the lips have lost their grout
The make-up smelled like paraffin
The fish are all thrown back
The feathers untie your back
The rich all live up on the racks
Your heart breaks in your throat stack
You push me through the door and clap
I’m looking at the glow attack
The neighbour’s tv cops the flack
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8. |
Zeroes and Ones
04:08
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Red fingernails crushing cans
Hover over me, untie the plans
Stink of the old city’s on your hands
Slink off while you crumble on the sand
Fumble with a dart in your cold hands
Zeroes and ones are your new crumbs
Making a well in the clay of lungs
Buildings now are pulling you away
Sweeping up the street with half your pay
Nothing here is gonna make us stay
Hills are in your way
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Party
03:28
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Upside was you lost your head when everyone was there
Split that canvas in two, all to blank stares
Left it for a fancy dress, your costume made a mess
Girls were clamouring to bitch about the new address
Party
I was wearing a kilt, you a Spanish dress
All your friends were on the vodka, mine were on the beer
A Churchill speech was coming out, a slur was in the air
I wrestled you onto the ground, with feathers in your hair
Party
Party was going downhill, don’t remember what was said
Pushed the wrong buttons on the wrong person, yet
I was the first one awake, the house entire mess
Sat down in the backyard, hands reached up to my hear
Party hats were strewn all across the back deck
I looked up and saw your face, and recognised the wreck
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10. |
Bricks
03:02
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Pinned to the tracks
I took you back, brick by brick
You slammed the brakes, another one of your old tricks
You were loading up when you tied me to red unit bricks
You could tell a joke, claim you’re broke
Banking in the ditch
It was all we had, a window ledge to warm my prints
Passing through your hair, I took a chance
And made you wince
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11. |
Lab Mice
02:39
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When the well turned to ice
We figured eight like old times
Plaster bubbles,
You speak in puzzles
I overheard you say, My Man
She’s yelling from the stands, My Man
Stand up blowing on dice
Act like all the other lab mice
Watched you horsin’ around
A far cry from your dressing gown
I overheard you say, My Man
She’s yelling from the stands, My Man
He’s just letting off steam, My Man
He’s forgotten how to stand, My Man
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Kid Cornered and the Ice Chest Orchestra Blue Mountains, Australia
Kid Cornered is the work of Matthew J Toohey. Having played in a number of different bands - El Mopa, The Woods Themselves, Browning, Via Tania - he has released six albums under the Kid Cornered/Ice Chest Orchestra moniker. Mining the territory of the sad melody and off-kilter guitar, Toohey's songs are dreamy excursions into lost souls and lost love. ... more
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