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Bruce Willis is a Ghost
05:48
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“Hello” is all I knew to say when we first came to these Isles.
Divided by imaginary lines.
Hello? I’m cold. Will someone pick up the telephone and let me inside?
I promise I’ll dissociate my mind.
Hello is all I know to say to those I once left behind,
Stolen, lost through half-remembered shame and tear stained pride
Is that even a name?
Will they ever tire of asking?
One hundred years could barely change our fate
as someone to blame.
As the whole world collapses,
Around a myth you wouldn’t throw away
Claiming you stand for objective truth
While proudly yelling fire into crowded rooms.
A tribe of anti-tribalists.
Rigging tests demanding that we had to pass,
etched in memories of fear and broken glass,
So tell me why it’s turning out to show;
That we’re still alone,
with selves we’ll never own.
Auctioned off to men from years ago.
(Misanthropic as a rock or stone
I scowl at babies and I live alone)
I think I would be ashamed
If I weren’t such a bastard... I know
But someone finally had to say;
“Enough of the same
Let us sharpen our axes
and find those phenotypes to cast away”.
How could a wall we built for our defence
turn into a means of self-imprisonment?
Suppose it’s better the devil you know…
That we’re still alone,
with selves we’ll never own.
Auctioned off to men from years ago.
(Misanthropic as a rock or stone,
I scowl at babies and I live alone)
So long, station roads.
Where my nothingness started to grow.
It’s time to move on
from these tiny cardboard towns
But I’ll stay and drown my sorrows
just like all of the times before.
It’s painful to look back to where you came from
when you don’t know where you are.
I don’t know what you mean
I only wish I was able
to live a life that’s free
from all of your expectations
(I gave up everything so you could see
reflections of my mediocrity)
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Tyler the Narrator
05:33
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Terrifying scenes have put the parish in the papers,
Went on for long enough to scare the shit out of my neighbours.
A eulogy, embellished with photographs from Christmas.
No swings, no roundabouts could minimise the distance.
The wait is over.
Pack up your belongings and get ready for the long drive home.
The story’s been the same since we were children.
As I recall, you had more going for you than he did.
The bottom line, be forgotten or be hated.
I hope this doesn’t happen any other weekend
The wait is over.
Pack up your belongings and get ready for the long drive home.
Your little project has got a lot to answer for
You served up cocktails of deadly combinations
made everyone feel sick after years on the drink except you
Tell the dinner guests how you were treated second best,
How you wish you had listened to father, he never approved from day one
But what of the others?
Did he speak of the others?
What of the others laid in the ground?
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The kind of wisdom hiding nothing clever underneath,
Walls that would still collude in silence if they could speak.
A Ponzi scheme to clean your room and “be a man”,
Born lucky, harming others just because you can.
There’s a reason why in winning you still feel alone,
Why your problems are the fault of any but your own.
This is the saddest birthday party I’ve had to attend,
How did a glowing neon screen become my only friend?
It’s not time - you wasted mine entirely,
A lack of nuance validates your impropriety.
Oh Lord, we’ve seen the light,
since you made it black and white.
I’d rather spend my time inside.
On and on…my world is thrown
and I’ve never tasted failure like this one.
Now I’m done.
God damn you all to hell,
I didn’t think you’d burn the whole thing down.
I just wanted you to love me
So I could as well.
Now all I’ve got is a plastic spork,
you know I couldn’t spell.
God damn you all to hell,
you blew it up, you blew it up you maniacs.
One hundred horseshit facts.
I live the present through a semi-fiction history,
Taking pride of crimes which remotely don’t belong to me.
You know I know I memorised a hundred horseshit “facts”,
half of which I couldn’t fully even understand.
Serve your lobster with a side of false dichotomy,
It’s not murder if we scream “applied biology”.
No great insight, we’re gonna be al(t)-right.
I’m running out of time
On and on…my world is thrown
and I’ve never tasted failure like this one.
Now I’m done.
God damn you all to hell,
I didn’t think you’d burn the whole thing down.
I just wanted you to love me
So I could as well.
Now all I’ve got is a plastic spork,
you know me well.
God damn you all to hell,
you blew it up, you blew it up you maniacs.
One hundred horseshit facts.
This is why you shouldn’t read too much.
Your children will be first when we have lunch.
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Mr. Orange is a Cop
06:36
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Separate. I know.
On and on like an animal.
He tears me down and kills me slowly
Don’t let me down. My side.
My heart is black but my skies are blue,
A tiny planet crashing into you.
They said they didn’t like your attitude,
But with some magic we can make it true
We’re living a lie trying to find,
reasons to not change our mind.
Flotsam debris of a brainwashed denial.
A story stretched for a thousand miles.
Don’t see the game, I only see the tiles.
I was a king and then I was a newt,
See all my lines are Googled platitudes.
Living a lie trying to find,
reasons to not change my mind.
Falling asleep amidst a rising tide.
I often dream of being someone else,
but with my brain inside their outer shell.
Though I never did think much of myself,
my ego still clings tightly to the helm
I’m living a lie trying to find,
reasons to not change my mind.
Fated to become whatever the future thinks of…
(Fool) thy self
(Love) is blind
(Pain) ful thoughts
(Lost) in time
(Et) tu brute
(Off) my head
(Fast) asleep
(Dad) is dead
(Cut) and run
(From) this hell
(Don’t) look back
(It’s) too late
(Out) of sight
(Out) of mind
(Ones) that fell
(Prey) to hate
(High) and dry
(While) you choose
(Pushed) on trains
(Four) by two
(Ides) of march
(Thoughts) that we never
In time we’ll tell,
If I could end it all.
Cut me down and kill me slowly,
but don’t let me down.
And save me from me.
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corn Leeds, UK
Efe, Brian & Ric
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