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The Colour Red
05:36
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She's coming over,
Coming through in waves,
Like she's acting strange.
She's so mysterious,
Like the colour red,
Except in white.
We dream of news we've read on the weather reports,
Someone hold an arm out for the lost fallen soldier.
Heroes dream of ever losing their edge,
But how can you lose your edge in such a competitive world as this one?
I dream in colours, the colour red.
Calling all the memories,
Holding out, and I don't want to think too hard, too long.
We draw maps of ourselves,
An inversion of what anyone would like us to think,
A revealing of the moments when we really can't trust ourselves.
Like the memory of a plane journey into some other dimension.
Eight planes of learning.
But it all boils down,
But it all boils down to the colour red, colour red, colour red...
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2. |
And Why Should I
05:00
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She says she has second sight,
Well that's just a rumour, don't you know?
She says she'll do what's right, yeah,
Well she will not ever let you go.
She says she has second sight,
I guess she's worth everything.
But she won't love you right,
She will not live, she will not live, and,
She don't care about money,
She don't care about you or me.
She don't care about money,
She don't care about you or me.
I do not need to forgive you,
I do not need to but I'll try to anyway.
I do not need to remove you,
Do not need to erase you from my conscience.
I don't have to-
I don't owe you anything at all.
And I will try to ignore that,
Cos I'm just living for it all.
She don't care about money,
She don't care about you or me.
She don't care about money,
She don't care about you or me.
So come on.
I want my fucking money back,
I wanna rip it right out of your skull.
I wanna see you walking back,
But she's got her own agenda.
She don't care about money,
She don't care about you or me.
She don't care about money,
She don't care about you or me.
So come on, so come on,
You or me, you or me, you or me, you or me...
Oh oh, she doesn't care about you or me, you or me,
Oh oh, she doesn't care about you or me, you or me, you or me.
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Euphoria
06:18
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I’m on cloud nine,
There’s silence there.
It’s clear to see,
You’re one of them.
But when you sigh,
I, I am higher,
Than you can reach.
I’m on cloud nine,
It’s out of touch,
And you, you’re out of time,
Hence we rush.
But I’m on fire,
And whence you go,
Fuelled by desire.
I, I have risked it all,
For you to blow it all away.
I, I have risked it all,
For you to blow it all away.
I’m on cloud nine,
You breathe in the air,
Then step outside,
But you’re not really there.
And the world caves in,
Tunnel vision close.
Breathing through our skin,
We can make our way down the road.
But I’m alone,
It’s too high to see a way out.
But I, I have risked it all,
For you to blow it all away.
I, I have risked it all,
For you to blow it all away.
I’m on cloud nine,
I’m in a state of joy.
I’m oh so high,
I’d hold this day, day, yeah…
I’m on cloud nine,
There’s silence there.
It’s clear to see,
You’re one of them.
But I’m on fire,
And whence you go,
Fuelled by desire.
I’m on cloud nine,
I’m on cloud nine,
I’m on cloud nine…
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5. |
Moving Under You
02:26
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I have my hero's number on my speed dial,
I have my hero's number on my speed dial.
I have to find some cover,
Find some way to initiate my denial.
Moving under you...
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6. |
My Apple My Always
04:12
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What wouldn’t I give to have one day in bliss?
What could I have done to deserve this?
Why are you always so sad?
Help me support myself.
Give my world some greater meaning.
All I want is you more often.
And your head to rest on my shoulder,
And talk sometimes while I am sleeping.
And if you heard, why won’t you answer?
And if you turn, you won’t remember me.
And your head to rest on my shoulder,
And talk sometimes while I am sleeping.
And if you heard, why won’t you answer?
And if you turn, you won’t remember me.
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7. |
Sky Pilots
01:14
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8. |
If You
01:02
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If you're bitter, tell me why.
If you feel uneasy, tell me why.
If you're embarrassed, tell me you are.
Don't lie anymore.
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The morning, the morning
Seems to come on stronger every day.
The rising sun
Fills the sky with dull and grey.
The morning
Is silence
On my pillow case.
How soon, how soon the memories fade.
The morning
Of a clear day
When you first said:
"I could be happy be someone else,
I could be happy with somewhere else,
But with you I will stay."
And I turned my face away.
The morning...
But now, but now, but now,
The morning gives no light,
The light went out when you went away.
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10. |
Time for a Change
02:52
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We need to speak, but when is there ever time to talk?
When you rush from me, like a rogue gun.
Doesn't hurt to watch you fall away anymore,
Just to be ignored.
It's not like I've any superhuman ideas,
It's not like I've got the answer to all of this.
But only when we're together, do we see,
We can get through this, we can get through this.
Here we go and you know it's true,
You know I'm always there for you,
So be there for me too.
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11. |
Opiate
05:26
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Sweet drop on to your hands,
A figment of something like gold in the pan,
What made him the man?
Guitarist, champagne loser,
But always on cue, always in demand,
But I guess that was the plan.
I guess that was the plan.
Ahh, ahh…
Don’t talk to me about dreams,
Like anything seems to be that real,
Tell me how I feel.
I tell you now.
Broken, draped out on the floor,
Like a hundred parties I ain’t been to before.
But I want more.
And I wish I could kick you but I don’t want to hurt it,
Like I wish I could love you but it doesn’t seem worth it.
But a measure of pleasure to the measure of pain,
Sees the ratio skewed and so I head back to base.
Wipe that smile off your face,
‘Cause you’re a disgrace,
You’re a disgrace.
Wipe that smile off your face,
‘Cause you’re a disgrace,
You’re a disgrace.
And I wish I could kick you but I don’t want to hurt it,
Like I wish I could love you but it doesn’t seem worth it.
When things get better then I’ll be okay,
Things will get better when I get ok, so that’s okay.
Hammer down the doors,
See to it that I was seen to before,
But you didn’t even look at me,
No, you didn’t even look at me that way.
I’m resigned to my fate,
Just waiting for shit to hit the fan,
Well I guess that was the plan,
That was always the plan.
I guess that was the plan,
I guess that was the plan…
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12. |
Stop Worrying
04:39
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This is my home,
And these are the people I like to spend time with.
Oh what I know,
Is I really can't regret anything at all.
So come what may, come what may,
I know I know I know I'll have me at the end of the day.
But you can't stop telling yourself that you're to blame,
And it doesn't matter anyway, it doesn't matter anyway.
But you can't hold out when there's no one left for you to blame,
So stop worrying, stop worrying.
This is my home,
And I don't wanna know what rights I have,
And I don't wanna know what I've lost or what I've never really had at all.
So just come around, come again, come again, stop it.
Cos you can't say no to a thing you've already been given,
So stop worrying, stop worrying, oh!
Stop worrying, stop worrying...
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13. |
Sine
04:32
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By the way, I forgot to say,
I'm looking forward to seeing you again,
I've been checking my phone every five or so minutes,
Just for the sign that you even remember my name.
Hallelujah, sine wave.
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14. |
The Day We Left Home
10:32
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Ah fuck it; let’s get married, me and you.
Let’s move to Japan into a flat too small for two.
We’ll go out after dark and watch the sun rise on the bay,
And lie naked on the beach on the sixth Sunday of May.
We’ll drink the strongest liquors, get through the whole of Rent,
We’ll name our children after ourselves, then all our friends,
Lock them all inside and teach them not to be led astray,
Not to fall in love on the sixth Sunday of May.
You’ll have some shitty role in some third-rate West End play,
I’ll be making tuppence from the song I wrote today,
About the way my stomach felt and how I always cried,
You’ll laugh and tell me you were sorry and that will be just fine.
So fuck it, let’s get married, yeah, just me and you.
And forget that you’re not really there; pretend that this is true,
For in my dreams I love you, and you, you love me too,
And on the sixth Sunday of May, you smile and say, “I do.”
Ah fuck it; let’s get married, just me and you.
Let’s move to Japan into a flat too small for two.
We’ll go out after dark and watch the sun rise on the bay,
And lie naked on the beach on the sixth Sunday.
We’ll drink the strongest liquors, get through the whole of Rent,
We’ll name our children after ourselves, then all our friends,
Lock them all inside and teach them not to be led astray,
Not to fall in love on the sixth Sunday of May.
You’ll have some shitty role in some third-rate West End play,
I’ll be making tuppence from the song I wrote today,
About the way my stomach felt and how I always cried,
You’ll laugh and tell me you were sorry and that will be just fine.
So fuck it, let’s get married, yeah, just me and you.
And forget that you’re not really there; pretend that this is true,
For in my dreams I love you, and you, you love me too,
And on the sixth Sunday of May, you smile and say...
I could feel you drawing closer,
Turned my gaze over my shoulder.
So I just carried on. I got up and ate breakfast and reflected on the things to come. The faces I would see and the voices I would hear. I thought about the things I’d have to remember, and tried to ignore the things I had to forget. I thought about the news and the charts and the cherry blossom trees outside the station. And I thought about the time I would have sitting next to you looking up at the cathedral surrounded by nothing but brown leaves and couples.
It’s strange to think that it’s only been a month.
So here we are. We sit and silently consider the times before, the times that are and the times that could have been. I like to imagine that you’re there too, thinking about me. When I move to the shadier side of the bench, we swap places, you now basking in sunlight. When I get up to leave, then decide I’ll just stay that little longer, you mimic me exactly. And when I lie down on the bench, I cry into your shoulder, while you whisper empty promises and pleasantries.
And then I rise, and walk out, and the world slowly, slowly, begins to turn once more.
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15. |
Devoted
01:54
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All my hours,
Awaking and asleep,
I am dreaming,
Nothing to do but dream…
I’m devoted,
To your every fibre.
I’m erratic,
Have I really tried?
But I can’t help but worship you,
Stare at you, dream for you,
Yeah I am devoted; I hope you love me too.
I see towers,
See them every night.
I see temples,
I see no guiding light.
But I’m devoted,
I hope I’m getting far.
I am ecstatic,
This is just the start.
‘Cause I can’t help but worship you,
Stare at you, dream for you,
Yeah I am devoted; I hope you love me too.
I am devoted; I hope you love me too.
I am devoted, devoted… to you.
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I don't shitting know.
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Toby Jackson York, UK
Toby Jackson is a singer-songwriter in York, but also Cambridge.
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