1. |
Hegefund Husbandry
01:14
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Hedge Fund Husbandry
What do you say?
Are you here or have you gone away?
I’m in Brick Lane.
Always somewhere in between.
Tell me the truth
Is belief just another thing you do?
Even if it’s just a mood,
That’s something you can hope into.
What do you say?
Are you here or have you gone away?
I’m in Brick Lane.
Always different,
But somehow always just the same.
Stay the whole night through?
Just so long as I don’t get used to you.
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2. |
User Poll
02:04
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User Poll
1 of users
Learned to hide their feelings.
2 percent of users
Have accepted that you’re leaving.
3 percent of users
Never trusted you.
4 percent of users
Can’t handle the truth.
5 percent of users
Believe in their redemption
6 percent of users
Cannot make a living
6 percent are raving
8 percent are slaving
9 percent of users
Haven’t got no savings.
Such a lot users.
Too too many users.
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3. |
Dream Big
01:58
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Dream Big
Sweet life
And cowering spaces
Everywhere you go.
Cowered into the grandest.
I’m about to let you know
How you can change
Your way of living.
Change everything you know.
Come on, subscribe to me, darlin’.
Subscribed to you now here we go.
Dream big.
Dream bigger.
Whoever dreams the biggest
Dreams themselves the sickest ticket.
Trust me,
We’re getting closer.
Today just might be the day.
Trust me,
We’re on the verge
Of something beautiful in a major way.
If not major, then at least a minor victory.
Time to get blown up, baby.
Time to get blown up with me.
Dream big.
Dream bigger.
Whoever dreams the biggest
Dreams themselves the sickest ticket (of all).
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4. |
Evil Empire of Signs
01:05
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The Empire of Signs
Hang in,
Hang out.
Hands off my hand out!
White shirt,
White shoes.
My hangover
Lives in you.
Safety in numbers;
I get manic slumbers:
Fleeting, defeating,
All through the evening.
Token resistance.
Broken forgiveness.
Hang a little sign above.
Says you’re unfamiliar with love.
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5. |
Rage Quit
01:24
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Rage Quit
I get along with
The gamer’s organ
Could get along with
Some fame-less fortune.
Can deal with the rules
But not the borders.
I get along with
The gamer’s organ.
I get along with
The gamer’s organ
Can deal with the shame
But not the deportment
Can deal with the blame
But not the torture.
Not really sure
where my disorder ends.
Shut it off and start again.
Are you outraged, or rage quitting?
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6. |
Wanstead Blues
01:57
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Wanstead Blues
Dream big baby.
Maybe stay asleep.
There’s a note,
But it’s not for me.
Can I hear you sing along with me?
Sing along in Wanstead.
Sing along the Wanstead blues.
Singing what you wanted;
What I wanted maybe more than you.
Falling down
Or am I falling off?
Falling Water on the falling rocks.
Gets written down,
Then gets written off.
I said it all.
And I meant a lot.
Glass of gin:
Fill it to the brim.
Fill it up, and fill it again.
Killers came.
The killers went.
The killers killed
And they’ll kill again.
Dream big,
That’s what they say.
Dream big
And watch it float away.
I didn’t mean to throw it all away.
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7. |
Unprotectioned
01:14
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Unprotectioned
Wanna know the weather?
I wanna know your pleasure.
Wanna know if you’re desperate.
I wanna know how you measure.
Wanted to believe
That we could play for keeps.
You wanna go to Paris?
I just wanna go to sleep.
And here’s to blessin’ up
Here’s to frenemies.
Over overflows my cup.
It’s only getting deeper.
Protect me from what I want.
Protect me from who I’m haunting, please.
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8. |
What if I Were Emo?
00:57
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What if I Were Emo?
Havin’ a breakdown
I hope you don’t mind.
Readin’ a takedown,
I hope you’ve got wine.
I knew you would flake out.
I saw all the signs.
I’m having a breakdown,
And it’s so divine.
I hope you don’t mind.
(I’m gonna do it anyway).
We can take a walk
About in the grounds.
We can make shapes
Come out of the clouds.
Maybe we can make
Some sense to come out.
I really like you, but I’m havin’ my doubts.
There’s a little too much reality about for me.
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9. |
Empty Book
01:14
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Empty Book
Brain is overflowing
Memory is really fucked
Read it in a poem:
I’m an open empty book.
Crawled along the evening,
Crawled into an empty room.
Crawled along the ceiling
And I waited there for you.
Brain is overflowing.
Memories are really fucked
Read it in a poem:
I’m an open empty book.
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10. |
Simple Song
01:11
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Simple Song
It’s a simple word.
It’s a simple thing.
It’s a fuck up
I’m gonna do again.
It’s a simple word
It’s a simple thing.
How does it always
Fuck up everything in my life?
It’s a simple world.
It’s a simple life.
Want a simple husband.
Want a simple wife.
Want a simple job.
Want a simple fall.
Want a simple ending
To everything and all.
It’s a simple word
It’s a simple thing.
It’s a simple mistake
I’m gonna make again.
It’s a simple world.
It’s a simple life.
Why can’t it be simple
Any fucking time?
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Dirtagnan Berlin, Germany
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