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Crispy Skin
We call it
Something else
To disguise
Our memory
Do you recall?
The carpet shops?
Those little books
That help you make decisions
Am I the bad one?
Yep, yes I am
I couldn’t eat
Another thing
No more pages and pages of crispy skin
Am I the bad one?
Yep, yes I am
Thought it could change me, well here I am
Am I the bad one?
Yep, yes I am
Thought it could change me, well here I am
All those words
That i read
Do nothing
How I think
Selfishly
Crispy skin
Hit them once
Not again
Wide eyed
My first day
Your first day
How we’ve changed
I don’t wince
While i read
Tucked in bed
Whats wrong with me?
We keep them underground
We keep them on our page
We love their crispy skin
‘Cos it’s something that we crave
We keep them round the back
And we keep them on our page
We love their crispy skin
‘Cos it’s something that we crave
One hit right between eyes
It’s become so easy that’s no surprise
One hit right between the eyes
It’s become so easy to take a life
Am I the bad one?
Yeah, yes i am
Thought it could change me
Well here I am
Well here I am
Well here I am
All those words
That I read
Do nothing
How i think
The blood drips drips faster than you can think
The blood drips drips faster than you can think
Building 650
Show me around, show me around, show me around
All the noble gas just powers the town
Frank’s my friend
He’s my friend
We are friends
There’s murder sometimes
But he’s a real nice guy
Well Frank’s my friend
We tie them up
A flame could met
His nose and mouth
A flame could melt
Almost anything
A shopping mall
Some kerosene
Light the shoes
‘Cos i’ve seen rarer things
Like a murderer
Saying lovely things
A flame could met
His nose and mouth
A flame could melt
Almost anything
Those plastic foods
On the windowsill
There is no taste
Just an empty gaze
Frank’s my friend
No true American
No true American
No true American
The lights are on in building 650
The lights are red, where we go
Frank’s my friend
No true American
Frank’s my friend
No true American
Blood On The Boulders
All the houses in this country
are built like shit
Dry-wall
Well I could put my fist through it
If i wanted to
That Californian sun on my face
All those drugs they
They fogged her brain
They pushed it down
In the ravine
No thought for wildlife
Saloon serene
That Californian sun on my face
All those drugs they
They fogged his brain
Brian’s getting interviewed on the television
Telling a story
From his childhood
About those eyes
About that laugh
About the skies overhead
And how the body bounced on horseback
And where they worked
And how they slept
And who they fucked
And what they ate
And how they killed
We wanna know
We wanna know
We wanna know
We wanna know
We wanna know
We wanna know
We wanna know
We wanna know
We wanna know
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
Oh time and time again
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
It’s so sad
What happened
But what would I be doing?
If it didn’t
It’s so sad
What happened
But what would I be doing?
If it didn’t
That californian sun’s not for me
I’ll go home
Just try to sleep
Blood on the boulders
Fieldworks I
Switching places
Was great fun
All my twisted bones
They felt straight for once
You don’t need a plan
Beauty is the devils shade
And i’m a god fearing man
I’m a god fearing man
You don’t need a plan
Beauty is the devils shade
And i’m a god fearing man
I fell into it
Just fell into it
I fell into it
I fell into it
Just fell into it
You don’t need a plan
I fell into it
Fieldworks II
I forgot what it’s like
At the bottom of the hill
Could you remind me?
Could you remind me?
Wiping blood from the face
Of a bandit crimson crust peels like glue
Could you remind me?
If you remind me I’m evil too.
I’m evil too.
I’m evil too.
All you bandits do is cry all night
Bloodied faces, hear them whine
Getting lost in between
Twisted bones crash down onto the rocks
Splayed open, i won’t cry
Getting lost in between
Who I was and what I am
There’s no water in the lake
I forgot what it’s like
I forgot what i’m like
I don’t look in the lake
I don’t look in the lake
Cro-Magnon Man
Cro-Magnon man
Is a cuboid man
How many sides?
He casts the shadow on the door
Predator and prey, alive
Alert us when the numbers on the page divide
The petrol station sign… "open
Every hour, all through the night"
But Cro-Magnon Man
Lacks the wherewithal
To influence the rest
But how many times
Do you dream of mist above the crest?
Carry Venus on a hunter's stride
What's that formation that you see at night?
Guilt is cold sweat in a box
And your tyre's rolled way out of sight
Predator and prey, alive
The numbers never multiply
The petrol station sign…"open
Every hour, all through the night"
And the shoes are worn out, broken
And the wagon over, overturns
And the horse is head over its hooves
A combination of elegance and speed
And we draw in artificial light
You'll miss your ears but you’ll see voices
And live in the bodies of each other
And you'll dream of mist over the crest
The chemicals that turn tomatoes red
Plastic bottles forever in the shed
In the cobwebs that float over your bed
I'll frame my life in the bones that I have left
I'll frame my life in the bones that I have left
I'll frame my life in the bones that I have left
I'll frame my life in the bones that I have left
I'll frame my life in the bones that I have left
Cowards
It’s always raining in the castle
But never outside
You switch it on and switch it off all the time
Why do I dress when there’s no one to see?
Polythene bags
They litter the streets
Polythene bags
They litter the streets
Polythene bags they’ll never go away
Us dogs and rats will never escape
If you said it could be better out I probably won’t believe you
I’ll knock the teeth out my head
And we’ll see
All the things waiting for me
Beyond the castle walls
Beyond the garage doors
We put the pellets down
and we walk around the town
We put the pellets down
and we walk around the town
Don’t ever say you’re bored
‘Cos there's always something more
We put the pellets down
and we walk around the town (Always something more)
We put the pellets down
and we walk around the town
We put the pellets down
And we walk around the town
Don’t ever say you’re bored
‘Cos there's always something more
We put the pellets down
And we walk around the town
We put the pellets down
And we walk around the town
Showtime!
Can I just watch?
Observe the things I’m not
A carnival in silver
Bodies intertwined
I resist the urge
Of a quiet life
I hide behind the blinds
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Myth make me
Watch you watching you watching me
Well It’s all I need
Obtain me
Watch you watching you watching me
Well It’s all I need
Myth make me
Just watch you watching you watching me
Well It’s all I need
It’s all i need
Can I just watch?
Observe the things I’m not
A carnival in silver
Bodies intertwined
You could be my angel star
You could be my footnote
Fourteen stories high
I’l hit the big time
Show
You are not so nice
Nice
Fourteen stories high
And my lens
And my eyes
They follow you down
To the factory
I play dumb
Smoke screen
Behind blinds
I can’t be seen
A swan song
Falling fast
Onto 12th street
Cross in hand
And I just
Laugh
I just laugh
I just laugh
I just laugh
I just laugh
Well Met (Fingers Through Fences)
The cliff and the sea worry me
It takes weeks and weeks and weeks of energy
The church in the town, is it crumbling down?
The more that you eat the bigger the meal
Wrestle back my shoes and coat, from the robot in my clothes
The ground is filling up with stones, no more grass between my toes
The list of guests is growing
And we can see them looking
Your salty back is shaking
Past the edge, bones are sinking
The kids all in green eat their beans
And they ride and ride and ride with energy
Putting out fires and making new plans
They’re washing their clothes with ash on their hands
Rows of bricks and boring homes, and the robot in my clothes
The ground is filling up with stones, no more grass between my toes
The church in the town, is it crumbling down?
The church in the town, is it crumbling down?
The church in the town, is it crumbling down?
The church in the town, is it crumbling down?
Breaking off
And falling in
Eating beans, eating skin
What are you reading?
I see
this great blur
All around me
All around me
And it’s always changing
It’s always changing
From the backseat
Backseat
Just blues and reds
Blues and reds
There’s nothing else to see
There's nothing else to see
We’re with the fishies
Our skin is cracking
Tombstones are rolling
Circles enclosing
And we just play our song
To the sea
And hope that nothing comes
And washes us away
Through metal fences
My fingers rested
Obliterated
I do nothing
All those things that you
That you could be
Well they just go away
Well they just go away
In a flash of red and blue
In a flash of red and blue
The futures perfect
From the backseat
Bonus 1 - Phenomenal World
Kings not kings
Murders fine
Eating flesh
All the time
Swallowed whole by gentle seas
You don’t seem to mind
If it kills me
Distractions
They won’t change your mind
Guilty
But we like it
It’s hard
To keep track
Bonus 2 - The Hearth & The Circle Round Fire
Five books gone
Ten books they are gone
Hide in plain sight
You hide in plain sight
Five books gone
Ten books they are gone
Hide in plain sight
You hide in plain sight
Your circles start in a different place
Your circles start in a different place
Your circles start in a different place
Your circles start in a different place
They know where you live
‘Cos they peek over hills
Your silence can be loud
You’re complicit now
In forty years from now
You write your whole life out
Who you are and what you do
Will not matter
In the end
Ring around the flames
The kids look so happy
The salamander’s raring to go
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
Ring around those burning books
Ring around those words you wrote
Ring around those burning books
Ring around those words you wrote
Ring around the flames
The kids look so happy
The salamander’s raring to go
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?