1. |
The Years Past
04:12
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my patterns and habits
they have robbed of me
something I cannot
take back easily
the ability to be spontaneous
to leap without looking
and remember what I was dreaming
and where it took me
crack it open
light the fire
I want to forget and perspire
Melt my mind into the grass
I’m reflected in the glass
your quirks and kinks
they have drawn in me
closer to you,
i sink until we’re no longer two
the space between us separates the trinity
between zero and infinity
funny how I remember you
from long before we ever knew each other
crack it open
in the mire
growing up, we’ll forget when we retire
decomposed into the grass
reflected forever in the past
what will we do
When we no longer grow true?
What will we do? what will we do?
your shirts
your shorts
my taste
for earth sports
break break break it
break it break it
break it down for me darling
break it down for me darling
get back to basics
step up and face me
I’m not backing down
And you’re not wearing that frown much longer
i’m not going to play this game with you
of finding out which one of us is stronger
you make the choice
i win or lose
you drew this line in the sand
i didn’t have a hand in this
i’ll deny it up on high
you didn’t ask my opinion
i’m not amused
you drew the bruises
i don’t get to chooses
stop this trap
i’m not falling for it
i got grand, I got grand
i’m just stalling the
curtain from falling
i don’t when it’s coming down
the pity is we both will drown
and you’ll still be wearing that frown
let’s make the most of tonight
if we don’t get to see daylight
we won’t get to fight
I don’t wanna fight
crack it open
in the sleight-of-hand
grow up grow up
in wonderland
turn it from waste into a wonderland
i’m not backing down
i’m not backing down
i’m not backing down
we gonna grow old together
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2. |
Eleanor
02:39
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I was four, maybe five
The first time I arrived
At the three-bedroom flat
On Eleanor Drive
If I had a word for shitty
If I knew the meaning of pity
Would it have changed all of that;
Would I still be in this city?
I ruled the Eleanor paths
My banana-seat schwinn kicked your ass
Even if it was
A rusty hand-me-down
I was the jack to your jill
Racing through the ‘80’s, down that hill
Latch-key royalty of Eleanor
We were crowned forever more
I broke glass
Just to hear it smash
Just to see it shatter
A million refractions in the grass
We were broke, not broken
Your words softly spoken
All that chitter-chatter
Is now in the past
I ruled the Eleanor paths
My banana-seat schwinn kicked your ass
Even if it was
A rusty hand-me-down
I was the jack to your jill
Racing through the ‘80’s, down that hill
Latch-key royalty of Eleanor
We were crowned forever more
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3. |
Mathematics
05:48
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you took it all away
all the pain i didn’t want
took it all away
replaced it
caught me in your numbers
you made me slumber
you took it all away
took it all away
the pain I suffered each day
you took it all away
mathematics are so precise
the feeling is priceless
you took it all away
you took it all away
you took it all away
took it all away
you took it all away
i’ve got nothing left to say
you took it all away
you took it all away
one two three four
am I just a number?
gatefold cardboard cookie cutter?
surrogate for the one who doesn’t love you
sure that i will be your number two?
that ain’t me, no that ain’t me
i don’t want to be
puppet sitting on the side
third wheel on your rocky ride
you have the fun
while I abide
and take it in stride
you took it all away
you took it all away
i’m so grateful
you took it all away
i can’t ever repay you
for taking it all away
you made it worthwhile
by taking it all away
took it all away
by taking it all away
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4. |
Lost Marbles
09:12
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seems like a century ago
out on the school baseball diamond
we’d pick out our favourite shooters
and arrange our backups, straight lined up
sometimes we’d have a pre-round of tradesies
and make sure we had our favourites in our back pockets
this was play-for-keepsies
this was a game of hawkeye, not hock-it
we’d draw a circle in the gravel
and draw lots to see who squared off
we’d negotiate what we were playing for
and lay down the rules for the round
this was hardcore gravel gambling
out behind the public school playground
this was hardcore gravel gambling
we had the grounds
i lost my marbles
when I wasn’t paying attention
some asshole kicked them over
and yelled out “scramblies”
i wanted to scramble his brain
over and over again with my fists
but most of the players had honour
and returned the marbles to their rightful owner
i lost my marbles
seems like a century ago
out on the school baseball diamond
i lost my marbles
‘cause i turned my back for a moment
i lost my marbles
seems like a century ago
with hardly a moment’s notice
i lost my marbles, i lost my marbles
I wasn’t paying attention
so i lost my marbles… i lost… i lost… i lost my…
i wasn’t paying attention
someone kicked over my marbles
scattered across the playground
i scrambled to get my marbles
some of them were gone for good
seems like a century ago
out on the school baseball diamond
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5. |
The Hoods
05:13
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in the hoods growing up was not an easy ride
i developed different colours behind which to hide
and I lost myself so much in the façade
the colours were no longer part of a charade
every face became a part of me
every facet chained a heart to me
the place remained a hazy memory
i changed that pace before it made me crazy
blue and yellow when I was young
vertical stripes up to the sun
the zipper went up and the zipper went down
fun was never far from a frown
perfect for spring and autumn runs
and hanging out with my chums
i used to have a lot of ‘em
man we had so much fun
soccer and hockey, tag and hide’n’seek
we could play all day, we didn’t have to speak
laughing was the only communication required
running around until we were too tired
blue and yellow when I was most joyous
but all that changed, it always does
growing up out of boyhood
I somehow lost that love
jet black and oversized
also with a zipper and pockets for surprises
take me through my crisis years
absorb and hold all my fears
left on a rock stage seven years ago
someone else is enjoying it now I hope
i replaced it just last month;
an impulse buy on my lunch break
lest I forget to mention the two greys
and I still wear one of them today
the first replaced the old black robe
left on that rock stage years ago
it was my new zippered cloak
with a black vest brother to sharpen the look
the second was the gift that keeps on giving
the principal piece of attire that I live in
the patchouli-scented pullover I go outside in
the perfect piece of clothing to hide in
I’ve always done the best that I could
To hide behind those coloured hoods
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