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Night Driving
04:26
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Ghost lights,
Guide my way through the night,
Miles upon miles upon miles,
Drive until there's nothing in sight,
Drive until I lose my mi-
Hoplites on the walls,
Feeling nothing at all,
Brittle bones in the doorway,
Who's calling this time?
Shadows start to dance,
Forming words on the road,
"Why couldn't you help her?"
And "Where will you go?"
Howling at the moon,
Leaves me satisfied,
But I'm driving home too soon,
So I'll find some place to hide.
At the peak of twilight,
I'll meet Schiehallion,
Roam around in bracken,
Lose myself in twisting ferns 'cause,
She's got secrets,
And I've gone lame,
Just have to lay beside you,
'Till the world fills up with rain.
She's got secrets,
And I've gone lame,
Just have to lay beside you,
'Till the world fills up with rain.
Ghost lights,
Burning brighter than suns,
"Oh god what have I done?"
Fractured, mangled and scorched,
The corpse of a child and its toy.
Push that pedal down,
There's no-one here for miles around,
Just get away from there,
Whilst sirens wail and shadows sneer,
They'll never catch me.
I'd sooner rust.
I'll bring the munros down,
And build my home out of the dust 'cause,
She's got secrets,
I feel no shame,
Just have to lay in wait,
Until the bastards clear my name.
She's got secrets,
And I've gone lame,
Just have to lay beside you,
'Till the world fills up with rain.
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2. |
Warped
02:24
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3. |
Downpour
05:08
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Here come the downpour,
Of harsh new by-laws,
They're looking out for you,
Keeping us subdued,
They'll make you wary,
Of next-door enemies,
You've known your whole life,
Now they're wielding knives,
A brand new holocaust,
Of nature's humble lords,
They wont go quietly,
They'll take humanity,
So get your wetsuits on,
And brave the final storm,
You sat by idly,
Now you're down seven leagues,
Mrs. Thatcher seems to be swiftly rising out of her grave,
These austerities have us down on our knees all we can do is pray,
But,
Where are our gods?
Do they even listen?
I've gotta say I don't see them showing up much these days,
The job is ours,
It is our mission,
Time to clean up these messes,
Speak to those who will listen.
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4. |
Carry The Fire
04:52
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There go my clan,
And there go my kin,
Influence lingers,
Stalked by the sins,
Committed in blindness,
Redemption escapes on the wind,
This world is distorted,
Perceptions untrue,
Relearning morals,
Re-meeting the few,
How can this graveside,
Teach me anything new?
Take up the torch,
Carry the fire,
Take up the torch,
Lift up higher
And higher,
The waters are rising up,
Keep the flame burning,
So we must climb,
Lend me a hand,
And I swear that I will not back down,
Monstrous regiments threaten the gates,
Ingenious craftsmanship keeps us all safe,
Have we mistaken intentions and is it too late?
Kneel at the words of the wisest of men,
When power corrupts their minds, who do we send,
To contradict, expose and take up a challenge to them?
Take up the torch,
Carry the fire,
Take up the torch,
Lift it up higher,
And higher,
The waters are rising up,
Keep the flame burning,
So we must climb,
Lend me a hand,
And I swear that I will not back down,
A book with our names in,
A plan their for each of us,
Mapped out with certainty,
No chance to fail,
Score out my name,
And leave me to run with the fools.
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5. |
Baby's Coming After Me
02:34
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My baby's coming after me,
My baby's coming after me,
She caught me hanging round,
With the sweetest guy in town,
So my baby's coming after me,
Her big brother owns a machete,
Yes, her big brother owns a machete,
He uses it on the weeds,
But now he's gunning for my knees,
Yes, her big brother owns a machete,
So it's time to get the fuck out of town,
Time to get the fuck out of town,
I'll take the next bus,
To Pluto if I must,
'Cause it's time to get the fuck out of town,
I'm living with the Inuits,
Yes, I'm living with the Inuits,
But no matter how far I get,
That woman'll see me dead,
So it's time to leave the Inuits,
Now I live my life on the run,
Now I live my life on the run,
I'll die somewhere in a ditch,
Because that vendetta-wielding bitch,
Won't rest until the job is done,
Well, somehow I'm back with my baby,
Somehow I'm back with my baby,
But I've been noticing every night,
She's been sharpening that kitchen knife,
So I don't know how much longer I will be with my baby,
No I don't know how much longer I will be with my baby,
No I don't know how much longer I will be with my baby,
No I don't know how much longer I'll be.
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Nathan Fordyce-Wright Dundee, UK
Feed your ear worms.
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