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one : warm machine
i memorise the basics strange faces :: tread slowly for i know
:: there’s a thousand miles to go :: without blinking gravitate
spacewards :: find a home for the head from my basement :: no
darkness ever left
this is the night this is the sound :: here comes the warm machine
:: such a warm machine

some days are playful making play faces :: but we will not let
it through :: the darkness and the sense :: of being bored to
lose

this is the life this is the ground here :: comes the warm machine
such a war machine

if we never know we can only feel i’ll take :: the help i’ll
take a slide warm alright now :: cos i feel alright i memorise
the basics

this is the night this is the sound here comes the warm machine

two : jesus online

whatever she wants from me :: whatever device :: whether in
kindness :: whether in spite :: what can i say what can i do
:: i can’t help myself :: i let the monster through

wherever she sends me :: wherever the plane :: perfect black
dress :: perfect grave :: what can i say what can :: i do i
did it to myself :: i did it all confused

jesus online :: wires around the world :: feel invincible ::
computer car and girl :: to be perfect just like you

whenever she comes with me :: whenever we break :: dress up
my apathy pretend we’re great

jesus online wires around the world :: feel invincible computer
carbon girl

three : the chemicals between us

i want you to remember :: a love so full it could send us always
:: i want you to surrender :: all my feelings rose today ::
and i want you to remain :: the power of children can amaze
:: i’ll try not to complain :: i know that’s a pisser baby

the chemicals between us the walls that lie :: between us lying
in this bed the chemicals :: displaced there is no lonelier
place than :: lying in this bed

i want you to remember everything you said :: every driven word
:: like a hammer fell to my head

we’re of hollow men we are the naked ones :: we never meant
you harm :: never meant you wrong :: i’d like to thank :: all
of my lovers lovers lovers

the chemicals between us :: the army of achievers :: lying in
this bed :: there is no lonelier face :: than lying in this
bed

four : english fire

world news, world news :: well you said let’s be free :: well
you said i’ll be me :: death row hearts :: are hard to mend
why shoot myself :: for your sins :: all of my love

well you said retribute :: well you said substitute :: burn
myself on your bed :: your crown of thorns my crown of lead
:: i’ll wake up before i drown :: all my love let’s be free

we’ll hang ourselves by the english fire :: we’ll hang ourselves

all my love let’s be free :: i’ll wake up before i drown ::
all my love let’s be free

five : spacetravel

they’re polishing the government :: resembles a last waltz ::
we are the playthings we are the form :: soon it may come since
we can rise :: too long since i’ve seen you :: we move like
satellites

my future lies :: in space travel :: she’s coming over me

they’re burning the tenements :: topless progressive thinking
:: political holes got 6 but pray for 7

my future lies :: in space travel :: she’s coming over me i
employ spies :: to stroll the gravel :: they never want to leave

my future lies :: i’m scared of the government

my future lies :: in space travel :: there’s someone after me
:: i employ spies in silver tassels :: they never seen that
pleased :: my future lies

six : 40 miles from the sun

there is nowhere left to hide :: there is nothing to be done
:: no people to be saved :: no pets we’ve never named

40 miles from the sun :: as darkness craves the mind :: we come
undone without our pride :: no time on earth to come :: all
the pleasures just begun

40 miles from the sun

in our coats beneath the layers :: wash my skin of all the hate
:: we should sleep late :: everything just kind of grates ::
40 miles from the sun

i need to lose to make it right :: i’ll confront the stars tonight
:: i will babble i will bite :: you’ll never know how much you
shine

40 miles from the sun

seven : prizefighter

there are days when i fear for my life :: i thinks that’s strange
:: well that’s the waste of you

sun up time now for you to run :: i will always know you ::
you’re a special one :: now i’m up on this climb, up on this
:: climb i won’t fade away

the best is yet to come :: sad you’re not around :: the best
is yet to come :: better get tour feet back in the ground

prisoner or passenger a free man or :: scavenger i’m a prizefighter

who will be there cover when you fall :: we’re all chasing something
:: how come you never call

i thought you were all beautiful :: it doesn’t make sense, sense,
sense :: i’m a prizefighter

eight : the disease of the dancing cats

infested, polluted :: 80 tons of mercury dumped in a bay ::
it’s bleeding there’s no proof :: that’s no way to treat a good
friend :: your whiskey talks louder :: than most things i’ve
read you said :: it situ. in place :: now sit back unwind and
relax

big cheese is all greed :: it’s all relative what you needed
:: happy birthday here’s your nerve gas

all the fisherman and their families :: all sickly crumbling
cerebellum :: it’s all over for urang-a-tans :: looks like they’re
back on the street again

mistrusted, disruptive :: rape land :: and kill good habitat
:: world weary, world broken :: well spent :: and money money
money :: injected, transmuted :: 80 tons of mercury :: dumped
in a bay :: it’s breathing :: it puts the dog :: in the basket

all sickly :: growing sentimental

invaded, downgraded :: your bile lands :: right in my head ::
uncalled for, unwanted :: my sinking zero tolerance

it’s all over for urang-a-tans looks like they’re back on the
street again

nine : altered states

living in a cage washing in a bird bath :: sinking in a fish
bowl on a broken farm :: i try to never lie i really do :: i
wonder if my friends :: will get me through :: conscious of
the way as best as we can :: 17 ways to kill a man :: states
we’ve been through

killing nostalgia for future swims :: trash all your bridges
:: kill the rock and roll thing :: i want to move on with no
complaints

building our walls with yesterday :: might as well shine before
you slide :: might as well live before you die :: states we’ve
been through

a whole lot more of emptiness

living in a state of constant changing :: a river of flux for
our tasting :: i try to never lie i really do :: i wonder if
my friends :: will get me through :: it always seems to rain
when you leave :: i try to stem the flow as we bleed :: states
we’ve been through

ten : dead meat

your meat from former days i am your crisis :: blue asbestos
in your veins :: i’m your broken fingers :: i’ve killed you
twice i will again :: revenge is eager :: see first you’ll crash
then you’ll burn :: dorothy died for your pleasure :: it’s hard
to get along :: in this car crash weather

your dead meat your dead meat your dead meat

your dead meat formaldehyde didn’t phase me :: i soon returned
to track you down :: for your confession :: i’ll be your poison
and your pain :: i’ll be your struggle to be sane :: exploited
lament :: and the places you never went

dorothy died for your pleasure :: it’s hard to get along ::
in this car crash weather :: i’m doing you in tomorrow that’s
why i’m :: dressed in all this sorrow :: i’m doing you in tomorrow
:: i’ll burn before i mellow :: dorothy died for you pleasure
:: it’s hard to get along :: it’s hard to get along

eleven : letting the cables sleep

you in the dark you in the pain :: you on the run :: living
a hell living your ghost :: living your end :: never seem to
get in the place :: that i belong :: don’t want to lose the
time :: lose the time to come

whatever you say it’s alright :: whatever you do it’s all good
:: whatever you say it’s alright :: silence is not the way ::
we need to talk about it :: if heaven is on the way

you in the sea on a decline :: breaking the waves :: watching
the lights go down :: letting the cables sleep

silence is not the way :: we need to talk about it :: if heaven
is on the way :: we’ll wrap the world around it :: if heaven
is on the way

i’m a stranger in this town :: i’m a stranger in this town

twelve : mindchanger

help me sometime, i need that much :: don’t you think it’s strange
:: how can we turn dust

think it’s strange, like really strained :: we’ll never run
when :: we’ve got all these broken bones

it’s hard to let you go :: but i will make you change your mind

think of me sometimes, i’d never tell :: do you recognise me,
:: think that you know me well :: i think you’re changing, configurating
:: destroyed the lines :: that fed the goods to your heart

it’s hard to let you go :: run with the hunted :: as you come
:: run with the hunters :: i was one :: but i will make you
change your mind

i will make you change your mind