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Avoiding Roadkill
02:52
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I am in need of attention
so everyone around here then
is just a simple supplement
for what you might offer
Let me
get out of these things please
and we'll get down to some domesticity
I'll cook you some pasta...
maybe...
Whatever you want
Whatever you are wanting
I am the detour
I am at the roadside
...baby....
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Sparkers for Despair
04:02
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(…now I look for sparks…)
A post-modern state of love
Virtually beyond close reach
Machines love you best
Hands pass right through it
Meanwhile I’ve blown a circuit
That no one can repair
And now all out of focus
And despair
And despair
Humans defragment all
All around you
I knew what you meant
I just didn’t respond
Thermostats are melting
Now on shut-down
I can’t face anyone again
Not in this condition
(no)
Meanwhile I’ve blown a circuit
That no one can repair
And now all out of focus
And despair
And despair
Now I look for sparks
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Goodbye Horses
02:37
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Small Things in a Small Town
They say you’re born here
And then you’ve got to leave.
But you’re always so tired
And you never have the money.
The traffic and the gossip
Wild, drunk men
And a Catherine Wheel
Spinning on the fence.
You’re always tied down to a small town
Meet me at the shops
In a small town
I’ve lived here all my life
And it’s a quiet town
But you always move in circles
In a small town.
We were deep in the fields
My friend said, “You know,
A boy disappeared here
In a UFO.”
I was sacred of the sky…
I was sacred of him…
Then we broke into a garden
With a tree-and-tyre swing.
Down by the superstore
The river is lard
You can fish for shopping trolleys
Or play “chicken” with the cars.
Tom ate an apple
Huck said, “Nome!
I am goin’ with the river
I ain’ ever had a home.”
You’re always tied down to a small town
Everybody knows you
In a small town
I’ve lived here all my life
And it’s a quiet town
But you always move in circles in a small town.
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The Medieval remains are making way
For a brand new cross-country motorway
And you are walking, avoiding the roadkill
And are there are times that you feel you miss
All the friends that you used to have?
And you think that if you close your eyes a little bit
You’d wake up as things used to be.
But nostalgia never cured anything
And the future is either dawn or twilight
And since no one knows which it is
You are walking, avoiding the roadkill
You are walking, avoiding the roadkill.
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I Am The Twister London, UK
I Am The Twister are made by Buck Theorem and Paul West with sometimes James Eastwood & occasionally friends.
Songs from Gulltown.
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