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When I met you I was just a kid
Hadn’t built up my defenses
So I gave my heart completely
Vaseline over the lenses
Memories don’t go away
I remember every day
I never ever stop wondering
Wondering if you still think of us
I don’t need a photograph
Cause you’ve never left my mind
No you’ve never left my mind
I remember feeling like a ship
Whose captain was too drunk to steer
And you watched as I was sinking
Waving sadly from the pier
It’s such a burden to carry ’round
The vestiges of dead dreams
And I don’t want to make a wake out of my life
I just had to let you go
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I Was Never Young
03:30
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I was never young even as a child
I was never young I always felt beguiled
No I just never smiled
But you you have a glow glow from an innocence I’ll never know
Cause I was never young even as a boy
No I was never young, kindness seemed a ploy to temper or alloy
But you you have a mind full of a wonderment I’ll never find
Cause I was never young
Ever since I was a kid I’ve been a brutal basket cast
Ever since I was a kid I’ve been a brooding basket case
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Let’s have bizarre celebrations
Let’s forget who forget what forget where
We’ll have bizarre celebrations
I’ll play the Satyr in Cypris you the bride being stripped bare
Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica
Let’s have bizarre celebrations
Lets forget when forget what forget how
We’ll have bizarre celebrations
We’ll play Tristan and Izolde but make sure I see white sails
Maybe I’ll never die
I’ll just keep growing younger with you
And you’ll grow younger too
Now it seems too lovely to be true
But I know the best things always do
Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica
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Forecast Fascist Future
04:22
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The language of the frost lobs dead balloons over ruins today
In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs to spires with fiery plumes
And incite the firmament’s portrait of ’A Drowning in Styx’
That gives impotents kicks
Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
Masking vapor trails from Mercury for a killer on Umbria
Who crippled birch mares now briars replace their old cotton limbs
Who will tell? I mean would it make a difference?
Look metal flower petal tears do not even appear in the Myopic Mirror
The moon was sagging in the sky as I held her face to mine
All our thoughts were coming in so clear beyond the Myopic Mirror
We were darting from the place where we just couldn’t fit
For away from all the violence safely flying in our own orbit
Why do I always have to tell you “forget about the precient signs!”?
Forget about the life we knew
May we never be stripped of anything we love
May we grow so gentle never go mental
May we never go go mental
May we always stay stay gentle
What was my number? 114395? I don’t care!
No no no no no
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And so begins begins our odyssey
And we begin begin our odyssey
And so begins begins our odyssey
The auria is bleeding and the boyish voice is leaving
I’ve been an evil tenor I filled the innocents doe eyes with glue
You’re my only softness you’re my only pleasure it’s true
And I never want to be your little friend the abject failure
And so begins begins our odyssey
And we begin begin our odyssey
And so begins begins our odyssey
The chrysalis is breaking and the super ego’s waking
I’ve been a gloomy Petrarch with a quill as weepy as Dido
You’re my mousy aesthete you’re my bouyant cherub it’s true
And I never want to be your little friend the abject failure
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The Party's Crashing Us
04:53
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You’re such a mystery I just want to stand and stare
Nibble on your ear and smell the ocean in your hair
You know you damage me you leave me tangled in a knot
But when you reappear I see Neptunian blues that eyes forgot
Neptunian blues that eyes forgot
I only feel alive when the vu’s flashing alarms going off in my head
I want to grab you and just kiss you maybe I should sit down
No sense in cashing us now
Still I only feel alright when the vu’s flashing bombs going off in my head
I want to grab you want to scream at you no icing me down
The party’s crashing us now
The party’s crashing us now
Oh well we made love like a pair of black wizards
You freed me from the past you fucked the suburbs out of me
And all those ugly days that made us so sick
They are just fossils now we’ve learned the elevating trick
We’ve learned the elevating trick
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Knight Rider
01:06
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What kind of comedy is this all of the danger you’ve discovered
What kind of comedy is this how can you say now you’re frightened
You labeled me in forty tries and in case you didn’t realize
I was a landscape in your dream and all my mountains were on fire
What kind of labyrynth is this that we’re constructing through talking
What kind of labyrynth is this that sends you laughing without smiling
Age brings a sad little surprise and in case you didn’t realize
While you were calculating tears my head expired
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Over a sea of grief Scarlet died
Above her dying mind were fossilfied memory imprints of her favorite day
For a minute I stayed watching this brilliant display
Until a god with a broom came and swept them away
In their bereavement all of her colorful friends
Turned to a milky grey depressing blend
Which incidentally made Grey feel inane
So he set off to find a less trite identity
One as stunning and bold as Scarlet used to be
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Oslo in the Summertime
03:21
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Oslo in the summertime nobody can fall asleep
I’m staring out the window from my bed
At 4 a.m. the sun is up
Look the sky is pepppered with sea birds and with crows all cackeling
HVA?
Up in tre ten Heimdalsgate
Me and Nina making fun of footballers in Rudolph Neilson Plass
I practice my norwegian on poor beffudeled waitresses
Who shake their heads completely at a loss
Oslo in the summertime the streets are strangely quite ’cause
Everyone’s away on holiday
HVA?
Oslo in the summertime Pakistani children play locked inside of the courtyard all day
Pretty people everywhere sun lamp tans and flaxen hair
Just tell the American not to stare
HVA?
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October is Eternal
03:58
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The Repudiated Immortals
02:18
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The creator of what’s now cliché had some funny words to say
“All you little things are incomplete”
Why did he speak of us that way?
I don’t cry not ’cause I don’t care
It’s very hard to feel the way we used to feel up there
The creator of what’s now cliché
Wants us little things to cry and feel alone
But don’t don’t lose hope no no no no
No no no don’t feel sad ’cause it’s a violent world
But there’s still beauty
I’ll take care of you if you take care of me
I like to sit and listen to the sound
Of the snowflakes landing on the trees
But I can’t get used to feeling cold
I can’t get used to what has happened here to you and me
There’s no escaping so I won’t try
It’s just the heaviness that comes with knowing you will never die
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