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Small Machines
03:35
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Electric light hinders my view of outside,
The tele-trees alive with wires as much as I
Why don’t I dream? A silent yield
We’re no-one, we know we’re sprung from someone else’s mind,
Our hearts beat, like small machines.
We’re no-one, we know we’re, just an inside job, what fiends or gods have they created?
It’s 6.15 and I lay the clothes out,
In every room I hear the same expressions.
I’m one year old but I have seen a thousand lives, They’re all the same no matter what they look like
Why don’t I dream? A silent yield
We’re no-one, we know we’re sprung from someone else’s mind,
Our hearts beat, like small machines.
We’re no-one, we know we’re, just an inside job, what fiends or gods have they created?
We’re no-one, we know we’re sprung from someone else’s mind,
Our hearts beat, like small machines.
We’re no-one, we know we’re, just an inside job, what fiends or gods have they created?
What fiends or gods have they created?
We all stay here for that we’re fated.
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Snapshot
02:30
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You’re a snapshot on my screen
Make me over to fit in your dream
I am boring, I am mean,
But with you, I see.
Fill my days with photos of you
Hope your glass recedes like you do
I’ll collect things you’ve left behind
When you erase your mind
You’re the gold on the rim of my cup in the morning
I wake up and can’t hear the world
You can sing songs so old that the meaning’s confused
And I’ll wait to see the pieces of you
Do you miss me when you’re alone?
Making pictures of worlds I can’t know
Take the scaffold from your mind
Write it down, freeze it in time.
I can always have that part
Of your frozen heart.
You’re the gold on the rim of my cup in the morning
I wake up and can’t hear the world
You can sing songs so old that the meaning’s confused
And I’ll wait to see the pieces of you
I will wait for pieces of
I will wait for
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Phone Call
03:44
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Truth is a faltering wind,
Lies keep you warm.
Truth is an untamed dog,
And you are the wolf
Truth is a faltering wind,
Lies keep you warm
Truth is a midnight flame,
And you are the moth
All the light in all the world won’t bring you back again,
So follow me and forsake all your friends
All the dirt in all the world won’t bury you again,
So follow me and forsake all your friends,
So follow, So follow
So follow me and forsake all your friends
Follow me and forsake all your friends.
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4. |
Strange Love
03:44
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Strange love
Meet me in the dark,
Fear love,
a strange and shallow heart,
Draw it closer, ask it questions, keep them safe and pull away
Can you keep it, after dark fall, I'm inclined to.
I can hear myself in your voice, changing mine too.
You're a fat book, with skinny binding,
a black look with shiny lighting.
You're a tall wall without a shelter,
a small world that makes me better.
Hold on love until the morning when I'll help you to escape,
The war inside you rages like a tiny child who's told to stay, oh stay.
Can you keep it, after dark fall, I'm inclined to.
I can hear myself in your voice, changing mine too.
Changing mine too.
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5. |
Job for You
02:15
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Give me your love for now,
Leave out the rest and don’t
Hurt me with everything
That I need to know
Don’t think about it,
You’ll cloud all around it,
Give way to the good part and
Scatter what’s left
Like a rift, between 2 souls, just becoming old
Out in the low light
If I’m gone, the horizon will show,
A growing spot of blue,
Before, and each after you
Tell me it’s alright,
Even if you don’t think so
I’ll stay in the meantime
And believe what you say
Like a web in the mirror
Of a trip long forgotten
I’ll try to get nearer
But don’t have the words
Build me up,
Don’t make me wait,
For what I don’t want,
It’s coming ‘cause you make it,
If it’s time, the cure will be soon,
And even if it’s not,
I’m not a job for you
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Sarah Cherlin Sydney, Australia
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