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Dreamer Boy
02:28
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Dreamer boy
Close your eyes
Conjure up a snow-swelled sky
Set the stage
Dim the lights
Ballerina swivels twice
Soon your world will bloom with colour
Pastel blues and lipstick reds
Dance routines to lively numbers
Dazzle in your head
City boy
Sleeping tight
Air-raid sirens pierce the night
Rise at dawn
Surface-bound
City levelled to the ground
Soon your world will glow with splendour
Slow-mo rollercoaster ride
Cellophane and sugar paper
Billow in your mind
Dreamer boy
Close your eyes
Conjure up a snow-swelled sky
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2. |
Do, Will, and Have Been
03:19
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Hey, you're a star a-shine
And you've got me reading lines
Stay in the walk-on roles
And I'll still feel in control
Shooting day for night
You wanted to invite me onto the set
I tried to make amends
But you're staring down the lens
Smile on the opening night
But you're hogging the spotlight
Do, will, and have been
It's all the same for me
Can you help me? I'm out of luck
Can you tell me I'm making up?
I fell for you and I need your touch
Hey, you've been understood
And you're bringing home the goods
I - I've been pushed aside
And I'm just here for the ride
After the awards
Faces turn towards my invisible self
Can you help me? I'm out of luck
Can you tell me I'm making up?
I fell for you and I need your touch
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3. |
Rearrange
04:03
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I might never get to glean
I might never know what gleaning people means
The people I know I know well
But no one knows me well enough to cast a spell
Don't you trick me with a kiss
I don't know what love is but I know that it's not this
I can't help but cover up
If you can't help me then I guess I'm out of touch
I contest that I won't realise you
I'm upset at why I might decide to
You're finding hear-shaped objects in the vestiges of everyday life
But you're losing tender prospects as you stray away from the fight
The push and pull, the back and forth
It's all too much for you to take
If only I could rearrange
If I ever hold your hand
And can't hold it together then I know you'll understand
If you should ever want to die
And I can't die a little too you'll know just why
I contest that I won't realise you
I'm upset at why I might decide to
You're finding hear-shaped objects in the vestiges of everyday life
But you're losing tender prospects as you stray away from the fight
Cos I'm the one who want to love without the rest
You're up in arms and I can't idolise your flesh
It makes me sick, it makes me sick to think of it
That I can comprehend the other side of it
You're finding hear-shaped objects in the vestiges of everyday life
But you're losing tender prospects as you stray away from the fight
The push and pull, the back and forth
It's all too much for me to take
If only I could rearrange
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4. |
As If
03:57
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Somehow we were so bored and uncool
Meet me Friday at the bench by the pool
We make pretend cos we're only children
I need a friend I'm an only child
Somehow we saw the last of the light
Walking home you take my left in your right
Kid ourselves that we're only freezing
Tell each other that we're only cold
See me and not the Other
See me and not your Self
Bring back the daydream quality
As if that'd ever happen twice
Watch the seasons wax and wane
Clock hands speeding to a blur
Catch the outside stay the same
While my insides take a turn for the worst
Somehow we were so silent and slow
Averting our eyes as the traffic jam grows
We make pretend that we're only passengers
We make pretend that we're passing by
See me and not the Other
See me and not your Self
Bring back the daydream quality
As if that'd ever happen twice
As if I'd even get it right
As if I'd even want to try
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5. |
ilysm
04:04
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Friday comes round and she's dreaming up plans
Texts an old friend, says 'I'll be back in town'
But he's scared to go out, he's scared to get drunk
He's scared that he'll blurt out 'I love you so much'
And it's hard for the mind to accept
What the body rejects
The back of his mind hopes she'll be ill at ease
Head in her hands, wiping tears on her sleeve
But she's sunshine and smiles with love in her eyes
And the warmth she exudes gives him reason to fight
And it's hard for the body to face
What the mind won't embrace
Leave me to lie with my breakthrough
Don't ask me why cos I'll tell you
Pretend my smile is a prelude
He comes around and it's eight the next day
Texts her three times asking 'what did I say?'
Cos he knows he went out, he knows he got drunk
And he's scared that he told her 'I love you so much'
Cos it's hard for the mind to forget
What the body accepts
Leave me to lie with my breakthrough
Don't ask me why cos I'll tell you
Pretend my smile is a prelude
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7. |
The Fact That I Can See
03:12
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Homeward after classes, I pass the ground floor flat
That always leaves it light on and blinds open so that
I can see the Spielberg and Hitchcock posters which
Border the to-do list that's pinned upon the fridge
I wonder who is eating all their meals in there
And if they're alone or have someone with whom to share
A family recipe
I wish that it were me
Homeward after classes, I pass the ground floor flat
That always leaves it light on and blinds open so that
I can see her as she's sitting at the table
And turning her head to look out through the window
I wonder if she sees
The fact that I can see
Am I the spectator?
The gaze that demeans
I feel such displeasure
Displeasure in being seen
The next time I'm walking home I see the blinds drawn
But the warm amber glow reveals that still the light's on
I guess that she has seen
The fact that I can see
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8. |
Oh, Sister Please
02:55
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A lifetime side by side it seemed
That it would never end but she
Revealed that this coming August
She was flying off to embark on a roadtrip
Three letters U and S and A
On the PC she always claims
To research gun crime and Walmart
But you can't shake the thought that there's a sweetheart
Oh, sister please don't leave me here - you can't imagine how awful
My sleep will get - not looking left to see your duvet rise and fall
Oh, sister please don't leave me here - mum's latest catch is such a chore
He blames this man - Mr Ronette - for why he's not read since Year 4
Who's got into your head?
You don't need to stretch your legs
Personal discovery
Is nothing but a fantasy
Oh, sister please don't leave me home while you're out having all your fun
This town is nice but I can't deny that I want to stay up past the sun
Oh, sister please take me as well - I swear I won't upset the vibe
I want to know the vigour that flows from head to toe on a late night drive
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9. |
About April
03:37
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There’s something about April and it’s wide-eyed optimism
that makes me ache for people to be honest
under the languor of hay-fever medicine and an early rise.
Everything you’ve ever wanted to know about sweetness
summed up in the lingering notes of an unrequested apology.
When I was okay, it was good
and every sky, whether cerulean blue or fuzzed by clouds,
was more of a backdrop than an outlook.
These days I don’t go on buses – I don’t go on much these days –
but I’ll be the first to admit when it’s tiresome,
and the last to consider something more vivacious.
In my better moments I’ll chew gum,
watching tall flowers waver in the cool afternoon breeze.
It’s not unusual for me to sleep in too late,
fresh from a mid-evening snack and a three-hour film.
No joke, it’s almost unheard of to wait
more than a week for a new batch to arrive
Perhaps one blissful afternoon you’ll have to take a break
from all the people snapping at your heels
and lounge on your elbows in the park,
rainbow bracelet jingle-jangling on your wrist,
sharing the saddest words in the English language:
mine – unlovable
yours – unkissed
We’ll head off home when the smell of rain fills the four o’clock air,
down past the terraced houses and the creaking swings.
‘Someone’s gate was slamming in the wind last night’ –
and I know you were up late with your parent’s arguing.
I get back ten minutes earlier than you, and all I can think of
is the colour of your t-shirt
and the grass stains on your forearms
In a letter, undated and unsigned, you wrote off and on in cursive:
‘I shall treasure absolutely the days you are not here,
Pushing forward through the briar
And the bramble
And the last-minute shambles spun from old tradition and loaded words.
Your conversation tires me so so quickly.
I wish I’d kept a diary to capture the truths I heard
In flashes at the café,
Forté passages of the Passepied,
Adoring lobby-comments from a Scorsese fan who used to front the box-office
Monday, Tuesday, Friday
But moved on to freer bosses.
Maybe she too got bored,
Treasured the nights the films ran late;
Your time was a privilege she couldn’t afford.
Well, I’m down to my last few coins
And I don’t much feel like paying anymore.
You’re time I can’t afford – a warning I daren’t ignore.’
today I’ll drive the Mid-West;
tomorrow I’ll race my neighbour round the moat.
Come summer I’ll be in bed before sunset
with the duvet half-off and the grey light filtering through the curtains,
but tonight I’ll engage in an off-hand chat
to the soundtrack of birdsong and the fridge-freezer’s hum –
there’s just something about April that lends itself to that.
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10. |
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I'm stuck here wondering how
Anything gets done
People rush around
To kill the setting sun
I want to say a name
That's intertwined with mine
Untangling my shame
With how I've passed the time
Make it up to make it fine
Spin a web of lies
Whisper words into my ears
So I can sleep tonight
Take me in your arms
And stab me in the back
I'd rather I was harmed
Than always feel a lack
Make it up to make it fine
Spin a web of lies
Whisper words into my ears
So I can sleep tonight
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11. |
Presence of Shadows
03:58
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We watched the silver screen and called it a task
The highlight of my week
You spilled takeaway tea and called it a mess
The low point of your week
Happen again
Will it happen again?
Rich Technicolor dream - we named it the best
The high point of the year
Some black and white ordeal - we named it the worst
The absolute nadir
Happen again
Will it happen again?
The spotlight turning now on me
The limelight turning now on me
The moonlight disappears behind a cloud
What deserves attention? Seems you're worthy of mine
You're a blockbuster affair
But I'm straight-to-DVD - I'm not worth youre time
I'll only sow despair
Happen again
Will it happen again?
The spotlight turning now on me
The limelight turning now on me
The moonlight disappears behind a cloud
Make me a sound
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