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Lyra
04:42
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Come down and unwind,
Unravel the chaos in your mind,
And hit back like I always taught you
A little is a lot,
When the voices are lost
Beneath the hurricane that started last june.
Because all we do is change,
And we play our little games,
The bastards and the buzzards and the bees
And I like to pretend
That we lose our way again
We’ll get off with crossed hearts and scrapped knees.
Lyra likes to climb,
On the rooftops at night
Will likes to hide
from responsibility and time
Harry likes to sing
Of hope and former things
Kat likes to win,
For the freedom that it brings
Our bodies, possessed
Scarred and wrecked
Tell me they are ours to keep
The lips, they touch
Then they turn back to dust,
Tell me thats its not how it seems
Because all we do is change,
And we play our little games,
The bastards and the buzzards and the bees
And I like to pretend
That we lose our way again
We’ll get off with crossed hearts and scrapped knees.
Lyra likes to climb,
On the rooftops at night
Will likes to hide
from responsibility and time
Harry likes to sing
Of hope and former things
Kat likes to win,
For the freedom that it brings
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2. |
Tracksuits
02:22
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Why do you dream of England
You tracksuit wearing child
When pastures are greater and greener
Away from these crumbling isles
Dubai has taller towers
Sweden has less crowds
So tell me in your bloody cross
Why are you so proud?
Why do you dream of England
through sickness and in death
Why beneath your marbled stones
Wont your patriarchy rest?
Bern has cleaner rivers
And Rome more history
Why afraid of other worlds
Why do you fight them so fiercely?
Why do you dream of England
When you’ve been broke for twenty years
When you left school with nothing but contempt
For your fleeting flying peers.
Japan is more advanced
China is better prepared
For all out war that will soon ensue
If you cling to your foolish cares
No, I don’t dream of England
I dream of seas and soil
I dream of mountains and hurricanes
And of the skies to which I’m loyal
Flags and symbols are for sports teams
Fences are for dogs
Ignorance is for cattle farms
Blind faith is for gods.
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dogs
03:26
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There was this guy, forty, older, kinda scruffy,
Kind of guy that looks like he could kill you with his stink,
Kind of guy you just walk past, don’t even think,
The white parts in his clothes brown,
His eyes open wide as I look, down,
And on the ground, quiet as death I see a dog,
Skinny and resigned like its barely clinging on,
But it is, and its his,
and he’s got his head resting on his lap like a kid
And this dog, he’s happy as hell
Doesn’t want to be anywhere else
Doesn’t matter how he sleeps, doesn’t matter how he looks
Doesn’t matter that his dreams have all been turned to dust.
And as I pass, I look back,
how good it would feel,
For someone to love me just, like, that.
In the dark of the night what we can get we will take
In the light of the day, our regret we must face.
And its the bus its the train
The muderous waves of rain
Walking by the umbrella patch kids
Holden it up so his hair stays dry
Trying to live love life with salted tears in your eyes
And this guy, in his uniform
Looking at her like he’s never seen her before
Brushing hair from the back of her cardigan
Living life each day from the start again
And I’m there, earphones in
Staring without shame, focusing,
On her nose, on his smile,
And the whole damn while,
Thinking whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong
Wheres my love
They get off, they all do
They’ll break it off they all do
But doesn’t help me from thinking it over and back
Again, how would it feel for someone to look at me like that.
Self flattery will only get you so far
I’m kind, I’m sweet, I’m Smart so where’s my part
Of the debt I’m owed by whatever I believe
By whoever, by what right are they beating me
Good girls always go for the bad guys, right?
Because their too dumb, too, too scared, too blind
How long would it take you to find all these Shallow girls
That are lost in the pockets all the entrepreneurs,
How many times will they have to walk by
How many times will you stop stare and cry
its a film of lies your looking through
the problem was never with them it was with you
We get off, we all do
Wet talk off, we all do
But knowing doesn’t kill facts
I still want someone to look at me like that
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4. |
The Selfish Giant
03:26
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I heard about this Giant with a garden like you wouldn’t believe,
Trees with leaves as green as the birdsong was sweet,
And all of the children from all of the neighbourhoods,
Would play there after school for as long as they could.
One day the giant returned home, furious at what he saw,
And he chase them all out of the place with his bellowing roar,
Its mine, its mine, its mine, its mine, why can’t you understand?
And he built a wall around the place that could be seen throughout all the land.
Along with the children, so left the summer and spring,
And the gentle summer breeze was replaced by the north wind.
Why is the spring so late in coming, the giant couldn’t help,
But wonder as he sat in his castle by himself.
With hail in the skies and frost upon the ground,
What was once a garden of life there was now none to be found
And the narciss that did show its head, on seeing the children gone,
Withered in an instant to be cherished by no one.
And then one morning as the giant lay upon his bed
He felt the glow of the sun splash upon his head
The sounds of birds and children rang about his ears
And he ran down the stairs floods of glorious tears.
Through a gap in the wall the children had come
And they were dancing around and laughing in the sun
And though the giant was pleased to see they had returned
The sight of him was enough to send them running off scared.
Exept one boy, alone, to small to see
Reaching for the branches of an over-hanging tree
The boy stretched up, the tree bent down
But still the child remained upon the ground
Until the giant, still with wetness in his eye
Picked up the child and raised him to the sky
And the children peeking through the gap in the wall
Knew that they need not be afraid anymore.
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5. |
Gove
03:05
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The boy who refused to stand,
He never ever made a friend that was worth having,
No none at all.
The boy who refused to stand
he never ever made a friend that was worth having
No one at all
The lockers hide the secrets
Manifested in dirty PE kits,
Rife with the smell of parental failure
An ugly mother means an ugly child
Not the other way around
No not the other way around
So when the furer rises from his desk
And raises his hand to his chest,
It is a strong and dangerous hand,
He had though about about it logically
He has thought about it constantly
And so The boy refuses to stand
The boy who refused to stand
Has never said a thing that was worth saying,
Not a single word
The boy who refused to stand
Has never said said a thing that was worth saying
He’s better off unheard
He’s Wiley and unseemly
He will amount to approximately
Nothing
Detention for his spotty face
The classrooms are no place
For his stints of insolence
We have tried begging and barking
But he it always ends with him starting
Up again about the troubles of our land
We wont listen to his voice,
Because we have given him a choice
And still the boy refuses to stand
The boy who refused to stand
He’s never had a dream that was legitimate
He’s a degenerate
The boy who refused to stand
Has never had a dream that was legitimate
And we are sick of it
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I walked a little bit that day, my head was sore, my feet gave way
and I just knelt as a kid, thinking of all the fucks i used to give.
I thought of the girl I once heard about, with a part time Job, at the shitty check-out
I thought of the boy that left the town, a guitar on his back, he hit the track, and never turned around
A sad song carried on the wind, a melody of where I’d been
not much tune and not much style, I’d been sat there for a while
I thought of the girl with the heart shaped scar, left for city to become a movie star
i thought of the boy that stayed at home, all he did was drink, and his mind did shrink, and his hair did grow.
And we can call it a miracle
and we can blame it on our souls
but all thats coming is the rising sun,
so get going, and get gone.
I used to long for yesterday for the old soul songs I used to play,
for the way the world looked as it grew, in buds of ebony and blue
I thought of the girl who I once kissed, she was sad and I was pissed
I thought of the boy that shook my hand, how he smiled at me, how it set me free, when we played with toy cars in the sand.
Now the days are grey and cold, the grounds are stripped of leaf and gold
What is before worth to me know, when all I’ve built has fallen down.
I thought of the boy that I had been, of all the things that I had seen.
I thought of the girl that gave me breath, and that thought alone, over everything I’ve known, is what gives me strength.
And you can call it a miralcle
and you can blame it on your soul
but all that’s coming is the rising sun
so get going and get gone.
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Daniel Morgan Wirral, UK
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