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Calluses
02:45
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Calluses
We wash our hands
And join the rest
Hand in hand
And we’ll laugh at the crimes
No one will see us commit
We wondered upstairs
To look below
At the view from the window
Slowly washed out with shadow
Calluses
On our callused hands
From throwing rocks at panes of glass
Scattered shards captured the light in your eyes
In your eyes
We wondered upstairs
To look below
At the view from the window
Slowly washed out with shadow
We climbed outside
And sat out on the wires
We hung there like kites
Suspended in flight
Scratches on arms
I want to leave with some scars
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2. |
Old Silent Movie
03:40
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an old silent movie
we move like an old silent movie
we move with the lights dulled and the blinds drawn
with the lights dulled and the blinds drawn
cover my wide eyes with all of your fake concern
as the crashing music preserves us
it preserves us
think what you want as you're enveloped by the mass
but these pained smiling eyes are a torn canvas;
that used to be a greyscale portrait
we used to be a black and white photograph
we used to be a black and white photograph
above a comical short three word caption
that broke down with the audience laugh
audience laugh
now you stare through me like you dont even know
screaming words without making a sound
we left our secrets under the floorboards
gathering dust under the floorboards
as we move with the lights dulled and the blinds drawn
with the blinds drawn
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3. |
Bag of Nerves
03:22
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A bag of nerves
The taste of calcium
A skin across my front teeth
Early morning freezes it to memory
Running through the wet grass
That soaks into my shoes
Early morning deadens and drains the colour
The colour
Fabric caught on barbed wire
Hidden against the grey
Condensation from a thousand exhalations
The finish line is distant
The finish line is miles away
My toes as numb as grey skin
Stretched across my chest
A tension and a release of melody
The only things of
Any importance are
A start and a finish line and everything in between
In between
Fabric caught on barbed wire
Hidden against the grey
Condensation from a thousand exhalations
This is torturous but so satisfying when it’s over
I guess that’s true for a lot of things
I’m a bag of nerves
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4. |
Somersaults
03:37
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Running your fingers
Down through the creases
Yesterday’s dirt
Still trapped under your finger nails
Fold by fold
meticulous
And grinning blindly
(RACE YOU)
To the top
Struggling to keep up
Clutching a shoe box filled with our creations
(LET GO)
Watch them fall
Catch the wind
And spiral downwards
These plans are flawed
These plans are flawed
Is it wrong to know
But still follow?
(TAKE AIM)
And let go
Somersault to below
With secrets scrawled between the creases
(FALLING)
As they fell
I could’ve sworn
They never landed
These plans are flawed
These plans are flawed
Is it wrong to know
But still follow?
And we stood in silence
And we stood in silence
But I saw you smiling
I can’t keep from smiling now
Now
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Situationists UK
Forming at Sheffield University in late 2006, Situationists were a four-piece band who dealt in complex guitar lines infused with a strong pop sensibility. They split in 2009
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