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So Medieval
03:54
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No sex
No mess
No second chance
The ceremonial setting fire to my underpants
If every lust is just a devils dance
The floor is mine in religious trance
Five things unlearnt the stomach burns her home in no sense of the word
I never want to have this lesson learned
In abandon all witches yearn
Because Adam is evil
I’m coming round, again
Doesn’t the centre just kill your friends
It’s like so medieval, I’m powdered again
Promise me baby you just won’t bend
What do they know about luck or air
I fell from my broom, came up the stairs
Hands up if you can tell me there’s an angel there
Bugger my balloon in sweet despair
Five things unlearnt my stomach fiend
Her things or my sense of the world
God knows I never want to have this lesson learned
In abandon all witches burn
It’s like so medieval, I’m coming round
Promise me baby I’ll hit the ground
You’re not going to heaven, I am
I’m not going to heaven please sit down
And it all goes faster
No sex
No mess
No second chance
The ceremonial setting to my underpants
If every love is just a little dance
The floor alights give peace a chance
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2. |
Mr. Bubblegum
04:29
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Then Oscar said something else you’d thought blue.
I’ll call her your name if you want me to.
And set aside that worldly fling.
Well six years don’t have wings, but babe believe they flew.
And yet it still feels mine.
How could I ever want what was never fine.
But now you won’t believe it’s true but..
A psychedelic kids extra, on Highbury Fields, thought of you.
Joe pinch me, we’re in the hands of Zara’s styling team.
The Macaulays are informing me on what fame really means.
You still occupy everything.
Cos since Weather, It hasn’t gotten any better.
My 12 in Kennington can wait.
We’re on the precipice of something bait.
Well Joe, you know they’ll...
They’ll never be the same as us.
And if you ever hear this just go and think of us.
Four boys died on that Beatles bus.
Freckled, love is now a cold metal.
Since Weather, It hasn’t gotten any better.
My 12 in Kennington can wait
We’re on the precipice of something great.
We bring the bad weather.
And I should’ve let, you crawl under my skin
Lets begin again
For the last time, Christ.
La la la la la..
Could have been anything out of life
It’s only now it stabs late at night.
After 3 months call me just to say:
Give back my favourite jeans.
Take back what he said to me.
Maybe it’s better alone.
Give back my favourite jeans.
Take back what he said to me.
Why do we have to pretend?
Let's begin again, begin again, begin again.
I can handle being the 3rd best guitar band in London
But baby just let me be first at something.
And now you won’t believe it’s true, but...
A psychedelic kids extra...
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3. |
Darp
02:47
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I’m gonna blow
Come on it’s getting dark
Taking hold
Come along to the swamp of DARP
They can’t feel what i can
Send it back with a prayer
This thing could kill anyone
Send it to hell, whence it’s from.
Purge with me baby
Get behind it
Souls are escaping
You didn’t mind it
My hands are bleeding
God prescribed it
But, but I won’t come down
It’s in vain
But my tits are at the top
Bolognese
We mosh quiet so it’s fine
The playground metaphor
The hanging that’s semi-old
Wouldn’t prescribe it for you
What ever happened to that singer I did adore
He beat me black and blue.
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4. |
Darp 2 / Exorcism
03:20
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Let me kill this time.
If we’re falling off the face of the earth it’ll all be fine, again.
Didn’t have you down as the meme lord type.
It’s these things we parody that sustain our lives you said.
You said.
You said.
It’s the car, it's the planet, it’s everything.
Come along if you’re sad to be seen.
In ferryhill there’s nothing I can believe
Don’t make me beg.
In the car it’s perfect apathy
You tell me am I missing something
When I wake up I know this isn’t the place
Don’t make me beg.
It’s the car, it's the planet, it’s everything.
Come along if you’re sad to be seen.
In ferryhill there’s nothing I can believe
Don’t make me beg.
It’s the car, it's the planet, it’s everything.
Come along if you’re sad to be seen.
In ferryhill there’s nothing I can believe
Don’t make me beg.
In the car it’s perfect apathy
You tell me am I missing something
When I wake up I know this isn’t the place
Don’t make me beg.
I can’t believe socks house meeting spat in your face
You say I’m a distance from grace
In the car it’s the planet it’s everything
It’s the dream it’s the dream it’s the dream
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A shit load of blood spilled by my hand
I’m just like every other man
Something in me is bad
Flicking through faith magazines
Living in daddies TV
It’s sacred don’t you see?
Make it or you won’t forget her
Arthur, make us better
Break him or it won’t feel different
Crawling in this river
It’ll get better somehow
But for now I’m just the boy
You made feel like Kendal Roy, wow!
Whistling now as he bleeds
It’s catharsis don’t you see
Now soho’s on spikes not me
Make it or you won’t forget her
Arthur, make us better!
Break him or it won’t feel different
It’s pouring, makes me queasy
(Da da da da da da da da)
A shit load of blood
Spilled by my hands
I’m just like any other man
It’s simple, I ran.
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Bend for the fastest thing, the one
And, join in these playful things done
Oh my god, I’m beginning to think we’re gone
I’m three planes down and the bright lights are getting long
The milk of strife, the tears that flood the counter flee
I’m sorry I said you’d died so that they’d let me fly for free
I’m alone again, the nightmare too high for true care, it’s my last big pump for the feels
the overzealous internet throbathon magic appeal.
That finding your friends in the dark zeal
Deaths in demand, face down in the sand
No ones holding your hand, come on
The cities burning down and I can’t make it end
My baby she don’t want anything
we’re all in pain
we’re all in pain
you got it
Oh no I can’t feel anything
We’re all in pain
we’re all in pain
we’re all in pain
we’re all in pain
We’re all in Spain
We’re all in Spain
We’re all in Spain
We’re all in Spain
La Di da…
Kitchen knife
Early night
God give me a little life
These hot streets, I’m cold
Four star halloumi, you’re serving it raw
There is no forever
There is no forever
No there’s no forever
Please, bendy beats me better
Yeah yeah
yeah yeah
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7. |
Come On Baby, Dig!
02:49
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The word is, I do it too much
Can somebody please, give me something to suck
Alone on the continent and it’s still looking up
The death behind the shitpost saga of no idea
Aphrodite’s boozy trauma, deaf on the other line and it’s still getting harder
Listen up, it’s a crime I’ll be fine
Dying at twenty five
It’s just the room that we were at the start
The last lived elastic parts
I’m a boy of the arts
The studs guide to unnatural power
From superman to John superman in a couple of hours
Deaf on the other line, now Satan’s my father.
Listen up, call it love it’s a crime
Dying at twenty five
It’s just a room that it was at the start
The last lived elastic parts
We’re all bound for the earth, so come around baby I’m waiting to dig around in the dirt
I should text her
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8. |
Sunny
01:46
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Da da do da da di
Supersonic man
Da da do da da di
Supersonic man
Please don’t come visiting
Supersonic man
Send my love, houses clean
Supersonic man
Humberside yesterday
Collapsing is the fall
Spanish fly on the seine
Government will fall
Da da do da da di
Supersonic man
Supersonic man, always
Supersonic man
Supersonic man
Supersonic man
Supersonic man
Supersonic man
Supersonic man
Say goodbye visibly
Supersonic man
Please don’t come visiting
Supersonic man
La da do la da di
Always
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9. |
Cloudy
06:20
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This is the end
Ten out of ten
In exploration of a clucking hen
Tonight was tight
But we aren’t friends
Well I know it’s melodrama
But it’s how I feel and you can tell that to them
“Say hi to me from sobriety”
(She says)
I’m spinning out, unravelling
I’m the boss boy racer
And the audiobook’s Lauda
This could be Rodin to Italy
Just do something with me
We’ve been struggling for miles
Where are my memetic flowers
I’ve got beef with a monkey account
Can I make you proud?
Crying out
Sound the genie alarm
Give it clean, give me crisp, we need calm
Ban the bubblegum champ
I’ve got half a mind to set fire to the bar
I’ve got a big fat house
And I know exactly what I’m gonna do with it
I waited three years to drive
And in a second our ride
Could be engorged from boot to bumper
Spilling too much and just like us
God stopped at the humber
I know if it’s real
I wanna know if it cares anymore
We’ve been spinning for miles
Where are my memetic flowers
I’ve got beef with a monkey account
Can I make you proud?
Stood, crying.out loud
Oh, what a night to be found
And what a night to be
John Superman
And we burn down the motorway
A wild rocket couldn’t stop it
We’re going back to Spain
Yeah, this is a we could be in a film kinda thing
The big screen adaptation that you just won’t ring
And I hear you’re gonna quit for the band
But you can’t hold it together without it holding your hand
But please for me don’t cry
I made it all the way to the microphone didn’t I?
I’ve done it now
Until I get it right
Until I get it right
Write a song
Write a song
Write a song
To drive to
Write a song
Write a song
Write a song
To drive to
Write a song
Write a song
Write a song
To drive to
Write a song
Write a song
Write a song…
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10. |
Goodnight Bobby
04:08
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Ketamine Creaming hat over scarf type
No I don’t drive
Oh god, don’t try
The only man allowed that tattoo in all of life
Believe I cried
Oh godsake don’t sigh
It’s funny who we bump into sometimes
Believe I tried, oh god I tried
It’s riding the bison at eleven am time
Oh please don’t cry
Ketamine creamy hat over scarf type
No I don’t fucking drive and I don’t wanna die
Hat over scarf time
Creaming so don’t drive
Oh believe I tried and it’s all gonna bend and I know you’re still mine
Hopelessly tried
Sweet dreams Bobby goodnight
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