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Pushing back, fighting off adrenaline
Holding still, waiting for the medicine
Forget time, now’s the right time
Go now go, and shift the paradigm
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Riding high, from a seven shoot
Waiting time, to miss a prosecute
Jump the line, staying onside
Jump the line, we won’t be denied
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Kettled in, bouncing with the brainwaves
Dancing free, not only Jesus saves
Standing arms, salute the same tune
Before you know, it’s over too soon
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
Feel the fuzz feeding off the buzz
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Feel It
03:49
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Oh when it pushes, when it pulls
When it squeezes, when it releases
Deep inside, on the outside
Pressing down, boiling up
When it bites, when it chews
When it scratches, when it clashes
Breaking up, or making love
Tear apart, healing up
The pressure builds and the seams start to crack
Pupils burning and your mind goes slack
One by one, three by three
More and more’s getting put on me
When it shakes, when it rattles
When it rocks and, when it rolls
Amongst the pieces, as a whole
When you shoot, but miss the goal
When it breathes, when it chokes
When it hides, or when it shows
Getting high, falling low
Getting darker, in the light
The pressure builds and the seams start to crack
Pupils burning and your mind goes slack
One by one, three by three
More and more’s getting put on me
Let’s have it one more time
When it’s broke, when it’s rich
When life’s good, when life’s a bitch
Getting sharp, cutting blunt
Cooling off, and fit to blow
The pressure builds and the seams start to crack
Pupils burning and your mind goes slack
One by one, three by three
More and more’s getting put on me
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Lost fleeting moments you struggle to grasp
A tinderbox tongue and your head’s shattered glass
You’re slow to realise, hesitate to see
Nausea smacks you full in the face, then it strikes you that sickly taste
You can barely lie, not ready to stand
Did you raise a glass to toast the one
I shot for the moon and straddled the sun
Do you have recollection of what was to come
I tried so hard yet my brain is dumb
Do you wonder, wonder in the morning after
Joining the pieces, a fragmented thesis of the night before
Do you wonder, wonder in the morning after
Joining the pieces, a fragmented thesis of the night before
The mocking daylight a sight for sore eyes
A selfish indulgence, you start to despise
Your own, your own lack of self preservation
And as you sink deeper still in cotton grave
Trying to decipher oblivions haze
You can’t run, you can’t hide, you’re only fit to die
Did you raise a glass to toast the one
I shot for the moon and straddled the sun
Do you have recollection of what was to come
I tried so hard yet my brain is dumb
Do you wonder, wonder in the morning after
Joining the pieces, a fragmented thesis of the night before
Do you wonder, wonder in the morning after
Joining the pieces, a fragmented thesis of the night before
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Mirror, Mirror
03:07
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Mirror, mirror on the wall shine a light on to us all
Mirror, mirror tell how it is, give me your analysis
Take a good look at me, is this really want you want to see
Bury your secrets in the casket of time
And be a good friend of mine
Mirror, mirror show me how to take the sword to sacred cows
Mirror, mirror so bourgeoise reflect only what’s fit for me
Take a good look at me, is this really want you want to see
Bury your secrets in the casket of time
And be a good friend of mine
Mirror, mirror show compassion, don’t be quick to judge my actions
Mirror, mirror avert your gaze from humanities so wicked ways
Take a good look at me, is this really want you want to see
Bury your secrets in the casket of time
And be a good friend of mine
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Skeletons on the Shelves
03:58
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Born with a fascination of the past
Yet to his detriment it could be
Nothing could rest, always disturbed
There are no questions that couldn’t be asked
He tried so hard to make his lovers stick
And went so far to give them each his heart
But something’s wrong, something’s awry
Cause there’s this habit he can’t resist
Always needing to know who’s that and what’s this
And when he asks does this ring any bells
You know he’s thumbed through the skeletons on your shelves
It don’t occur to let sleeping dogs lie
Through ruthless research he’ll have you profiled
Patience to dig, a forensic mind
Cause bygones being bygones just don’t fly
Lead him astray and he will persist
To find that memory buried away
No matter the pain, shame or blame
Cause there’s habit he can’t resist
Always needing to know who’s that and what’s this
And when he asks does this ring any bells
You know he’s thumbed through the skeletons on your shelves
If there’s something you’re not keen to discuss
Rest assured, he’s up to speed
He will interrogate but wear a smile
All is enough not superfluous
Yet should this tale take one more twist
Surely he spends a life alone
A man of detail, this chronic itch
Cause there’s this habit he can’t resist
Always needing to know who’s that and what’s this
And when he asks does this ring any bells?
You know he’s thumbed through the skeletons on his shelves
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6. |
Le Chat Noir
04:04
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Le chat noir, le chat noir
Le chat noir, le chat noir
Le chat noir, she’s out to get you
Le chat noir, she’s gonna find you
Don’t let her cross your path, or set eyes on you
She’ll size you up, weave in and out of you
A sign of what’s to come and apple of temptation
Don’t dare start the chase or give in to flirtation
It needs to be told, it has to be heard
This crazy cat is gonna have the last word
Le chat noir, she’s on the prowl
Le chat noir
Don’t let her cross your path, or set eyes on you
She’ll size you up, weave in and out of you
And when those razor sharp claws sink into your flesh
Disguised not described as a touching caress
Don’t be a victim, don’t fall for her charms
This crazy cat is here to do you harm
Le chat noir, le chat noir
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Guardian Angel
03:25
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Sitting at a bar supping words from my jar
A fizzy, dizzy poetry
Lost in the country just some hillbilly junkies
Keeping me in luxury
And then to break the tension they offered me to step outside
Along comes divine intervention as she gave me a bed for the night
And when she wraps those wings around me there’s no fears to hide
As she whispers so sweetly I’m your guardian angel I’m by your side
Out of my mind it was almost that time
My foundations a tumbled down
The pressure was building, a release gone a missing
Man the man had gone to town
When I thought to pack it all in, this chancer had chewed me up
Along comes divine intervention, with a doozy of a pick me up
And when she wraps those wings around me there’s no fears to hide
As she whispers so sweetly I’m your guardian angel I’m by your side
By your side, by your side
I was physically broke, a wheel without spokes
A faulty, fleshy man indeed
When I struggled to stand, stood on my bare hands
There was little I couldn’t concede
Just when I felt I was destined to life with a foot on the brake
Along came divine intervention to save me from a hasty mistake
And when she wraps those wings around me there’s no fears to hide
As she whispers so sweetly I’m guardian angel I’m by your side
You’re by my side, wrap those wings around me, keep them around me, keep them around me
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Please sincerely Mr Jones, listen to what I have to say
I’ll give you the rhyme, if you give me the time of day
All these words do they mean a thing
Do they make you cry, tug at your heartstrings
Tell me how they sit with the melody
Does it catch and will you speak up for me
Please sincerely Mr Jones, listen to what I have to say
I’ll give you the rhyme, if you give me the time of day
Tell me truly what do you think
I’ve paid for the pleasure it’s a peculiar kink
I’ll feed into your power build your ego up
Give me your validation I aint sold you no pup
Please sincerely Mr Jones, listen to what I have to say
I’ll give you the rhyme, if you give me the time of day
I work, I slave, I wrack my mind
Pour my heart and soul and its kind
My fingertips are raw unto the bone
Please sincerely Mr Jones, listen to what I have to say
I’ll give you the rhyme, if you give me the time of day
Please sincerely Mr Jones, listen to what I have to say
I’ll give you the rhyme, if you give me the time of day
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Devil in the Detail
03:40
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I’m watching you, when you least suspect
I’m a part of you, when you’re oh so circumspect
I can make work for idle hands so come and be an advocate for me
I’ll cast my spell in a puff of smoke
I’ll pique your curiosity, you’ll see
I’m the voice that asks you why
I have empathy in little supply
Yet strangely seems to satisfy
The devil in the detail, of your eye
As I rest so weary and I’m high on low
I try to take it easy, ease back and take it slow
But there’s no doing that, when you’ve pressed go
There’s no doing that, and I should know
I move, I walk through the corners of your mind
Paying little attention to those who are blind
To their dirty little secrets they wish to hide
And boy they’re dirty oh my oh my
I can make work for idle hands so come and be an advocate for me
I’ll cast my spell in a puff of smoke
I’ll pique your curiosity, oh
I’m the voice that asks you why
I have empathy in little supply
Yet strangely seems to satisfy
The devil in the detail, of your eye
I’m the voice that asks you why
I have empathy in little supply
Yet strangely seems to satisfy
The devil in the detail, of your eye
I’m the voice that asks you why
I have empathy in little supply
Yet strangely seems to satisfy
The devil in the detail, of your eye
I’m the voice that asks you why
I have empathy in little supply
Yet strangely seems to satisfy
The devil in the detail, of your eye
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Putting a name to a thousand faces
Building a world but without any places
Saying words, till they have no meaning
Staying alive but no longer breathing
I'm lost, when I should feel at home
Something's right and something's wrong
Feeling weak and somewhat strong
Stood upright and laid prostrate
Happy to go, but wanting to wait
I'm lost, when I should feel at home
I didn't lose my world, my world lost me
I didn't lose my world, my world lost me
I didn't lose my world, my world lost me
I didn't lose my world, my world lost me
I didn't lose my world, my world lost me
I didn't lose my world, my world lost me
I didn't lose my world, my world lost me
I didn't lose my world
Feeling pain though the body is numb
I wanna be bright but I act so dumb
Looking to the left with a glance to the right
Scared of the dark and afraid of the light
I'm lost, when I should feel at home
I didn't lose my world, my world lost me
I didn't lose my world, my world lost me
I didn't lose my world, my world lost me
I didn't lose my world, my world lost me
Can't you see, can't you see, I'm not where I'm supposed to be
Can't you see, can't you see, I'm not where I belong
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