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You can look low and you can look high
I promise you one you will not find
There's no need for you to persist
perfection only exists in the mind
Perfection does not exist
It's broken men and then they died
I swear to you one thing you will not hold
consisting of thoughts that fly
perfection only exists in the mind
perfection does not exist
Euclid's perfect shapes lie there
and you lie there in your rind
You disappear when I open my eyes
Perfection only exists in the mind
Perfection does not exist.
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Nastassya
04:13
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The way you look at him is in my mind
You way you don't is in my mind
Suspicion rivulets are in my mind
Not to be trusted this mind of mine, but
If I catch you in bed with him
You're dead he's dead, we're all dead
If i catch you in bed with him
You're dead he's dead, we're all dead
I know these things are in my mind
I've a tinder-dry forrest for a mind
Bedclothes whisper in my mind
and make sparks fly in this mind of mine.
If I catch you in bed with him
You're dead, he's dead, we're all dead
If i catch you in bed with him
You're dead he's dead, we're all dead
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Poles glow fed by the solar wind
and I glow next to your skin.
My heart unfolds like a beating spring.
All around us stars apace
in their vanishing act in the hat of space
the infinite river’s ripples cannot retrace.
Flung apart to different positions
I lean in and hope to hear
only to find your whispering lips are pressed to my other ear
as close as the centre of everything
as close as the holding suture
written through me in undulating freehand
as close as is the future
in a sky of infinite suns
never felt before such insistence.
Action at a distance,
so spooky at a distance.
You run down the rain chain of my dreams,
and your voice moves through the evergreens
I am high and draped and rocked in sleep.
Knead me into your Northern Lights
wrap around me into the night
as the moon flares from left to right.
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Listen
03:52
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Mistakes
03:20
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The Foehn Wind
04:08
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How much can you gain?
How much can you lose?
These are my wedding and my funeral shoes.
Tell me where you want me to be, tell me the truth.
These are my wedding and my funeral shoes.
I shot myself right in the noose.
These are my wedding and my funeral shoes.
It blinded me and then it flew away.
These are the shoes that I will wear on my big day.
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8. |
Amethyst
03:22
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You keep me sober like an amethyst
gripped so tightly in my fist
you swab the wine from my thoughts
blood-purple quartz
the pike of night lays a starry roe
sleep my bedded love like a foundation stone
so soundly you fortify me
against alarm, and you keep me, you keep me calm
crystal bloom I put my hands to you
all I need is someone to talk sweetly to
snow falls, feathery bone
on my arm, and you keep me, you keep me calm
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he looks like a devil in a damn-fine suit
stealing her away from you
he got no shoes for his hooves
red sparks when he walks
red sparks when he walks
he looks like a devil in a damn-fine suit
wearing her around his neck
He glows like a ghost train, he got the horn
and a furnace for his thoughts
and a furnace for his thoughts
he looks like a devil in a damn-fine suit
he's already searching for
another pile of bones to jump on
so sad,
so sad
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10. |
Being Alive
04:21
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I remember it only too well—
It felt like how I imagine hell to feel.
Swells in the blood, swells in the blood, swells in the blood
A lump of uranium in my chest.
Just being alive hurt so much
looking into your eyes hurt so much
looking into the mouth of a liar
like crouching down in the fire, hurt so much
I never want to go back to that place.
I stared into the face of the deep.
Keep it inside, keep it inside, keep it inside,
if it gets out then there’s no rest.
Just being alive hurt so much
looking into your eyes hurt so much
looking into the mouth of a liar
like walking through the fire hurt so much
Hurt so much, hurt so much
it hurt so much, hurt so much
it hurt so much, hurt so much,
it hurt so much, hurt so much
Just being alive hurt so much
looking into your eyes hurt so much
looking into the mouth of a liar
like walking through the fire hurt so much
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1,2,3
03:03
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Delivered (My Maja)
02:56
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My daughter, light brought you.
My little girl, my brittle pearl.
Delivered, my blood,
flooded with verve,
with me observe that,
The sky's for you, and the fire's for you,
and the stars are true,
and the ocean deep's creatures are for you.
My Maja, town cryer,
Come and rest on my chest,
rise and fall on me, and fall into sleep
that keep of the world
and emerge to hold court
and unfurl to your consorts.
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Windows
01:34
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Just stay away from the windows.
We're come a long way you know.
So, let's lay here washing hands in hearts
As the lightning conjures us from the dark
Your lash brushes like the wind does
It uncovers my strata deep,
ruins and bones, gold, and ancient fire
atom-thin obsidian, the blood of kin
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Ghost Made Blood
02:54
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I was somebody disembodied.
I am a ghost made blood
All night
A wisp given gravity in her hands.
I am a ghost made blood, i was
A chuntering sheet trapped in the chains of a tree
I am a ghost made blood
All night
Forget the winter's ripples in wood
I am a ghost made blood, i was
A chuntering sheet trapped in the chains of a tree
I am a ghost a made blood
All night
All night.
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Reality Is Like The Sun
06:14
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If I wake up every morning with you on my mind
tell me, what's the use of all this conscious time?
With the day my synapses ignite
your name is the touch paper, a synopsis of my plight.
Reality is like the sun
It's not possible to look for long.
There you are, ruling the sky, I'll be damned
I raise my hands up to my eyes like fire brands.
It's not your fault and it's not my fault
it's the wheeling kite of desire
hunting for me in the field of your dawn
charging the sky
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How It Works
02:10
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17. |
The Siege Of Antioch
02:47
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Stone is carmine, blood or spice.
The silk road turned red.
I'm so hungry I've been visited by visions
of a Christ covered in spice
Come storm the city walls -
The siege of Antioch
Now we sleep in the beds of infidels
starving again, as night fell, surrounded.
Saint Andrew told us that the holy lance is here,
so we dug it out and we cheered -
forsake the citadel.
Break the siege of Antioch.
The true cross is open armed
God wills it.
God wills it.
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18. |
Dale
03:32
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19. |
St Crispin's Day
02:39
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20. |
The Embers Of Shangri-La
04:15
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21. |
Looking Back Blues
05:30
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Before I met you I was in the dark,
Before I met you I was in the dark.
Before we met I was an easy mark,
Before we met I was an easy mark.
But you stroked the chalk off my back,
You threw your body in the way of their dishonesty.
You gave me shelter from the hawk of doom,
You gave me shelter from the hawk of doom.
You are the one thing I can't lose,
but looking back, you get the looking back blues
Before I met you, the thunderhead loomed,
Before I met you, the thunderhead loomed,
You gave me shelter from the hawk of doom,
You gave me shelter from the hawk of doom.
You know how you sometimes do,
You look back and you feel blue.
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Karl Culley Kraków, Poland
Karl Culley is songwriter and guitarist from England. He currently lives in Krakow, Poland.
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