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Survivor Guilt
03:11
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O survivor, o survivor
Head out on the sea
See how they bloody dance
They’re writhing, and writhing
O survivor, o survivor
Head out on the sea
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2. |
This is Karrakatta
03:23
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I missed the bus that morning
The sky wet and uncouth
The gait of a cripple
Though my mind was lit with youth
A fine divide between
The evidence and proof
I will not go back and do that again
The train voice autos that
‘This is Karrakatta’
There’s something in it baby
Tells me that it oughtta matter
I see my friend’s ghost rising
Cross the street, above the pines
Connections there hidden
In the ramps, and traps and mines
This is Karrakatta
Mind over matter
This is Karrakatta
My mind over matter
This is Karrakatta
Mind over matter
I don’t wanna die in this town
Train tracks in London
Or a Komodo drowning
I could be there burning in a Ford
Or happy heaped up from a leap
Upon a chrome plate board
This is Karrakatta
Got my mind sunk, heart set
Fishy in a batter
Got me fried up, not yet
Wadjela boy you got your spirit on the fly
If we do this thing right it will be easy on the eye....
It’s all rats and stats
Count the passengers per metre
Consumer satisfaction on the 5G repeater
I’m communing with the dead
Is it war or am I kind?
I see the layers of the onion, but the end has been designed
I could never die in this town
If my parachute is fucked
Leave my teeth on a mountain
The tarot lady told me as a kid
You’ll either be stillborn or still kicking at the lid
This is Karrakatta
Got my mind sunk, heart set
Fishy in a batter
Got me fried up, not yet
Wadjela boy you got your spirit on the fly
If we do this thing right it will be easy on the eye
This is Karrakatta
Mind over matter
This is Karrakatta
My mind over matter
This is Karrakatta
Mind over matter
This is Karrakatta
Got my mind sunk, heart set
Fishy in a batter
Got me fried up, not yet
Wadjela boy you got your spirit on the fly
If we do this thing right it will be easy on the eye
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I sometimes miss Triceratops
He come floating in my window
And remind me that the world
Is still a little paleo-leo
The jungles held a music
Like a green old kind of violence
And things get awful simple
In the giant cicada silence
I miss you Stegosaurus
You’re deep buried out in the rim
I’d lay you down some flowers
But tsunamis they keep stealing them
And we’re dig dig dig dig dig dig
Digging at the millions
Aeons down
66 to go
I wish I was in Chixalu
On the day they sent you under
Now we’re digging to remember
One day pull you up to the blue
Don’t look over your shoulder
The salt will not become ya
Or the crystal or the carbon
But you may as well be useful
And we’re dig dig dig dig dig dig
Digging at the millions
Aeons down
66 to go
And dear old Di-Diplodocus
Come lean into my dreams
On the night the early caveat
And the Earth the first offender
And I miss you Stegosaurus
You’re deep buried out in the rim
I’d lay you down some flowers
But Tsunamis they keep stealing them
And we’re Dig dig dig dig dig dig
Digging at the millions
Aeons down
66 to go
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4. |
Prescribed Burns
03:35
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I see smoke it rises,
Some nights it stick to your eyes
I see a boat on the horizon
But the horizon ain’t the horizon
I sit down by where the bridge fell
We’ll not get back across the river
Ash draining on the flowers
Thee marauders they will not wish you well
CB says kids they could be burned in
Now we’ve lost all wi-fi
The stars a message and a sender
But we cannot see the drowner for the lifelines
These are prescribed burns
How you gonna handle it?
It hits you as the world turns
Ease your cold heart
You’re all shaky lady
Black sheep got hold of your goat?
The earth’s as dark as our armpit
And I think I’m gonna sell the boat
Smoke ghosts out on the highway
I smart and lean and take hold of your hand
You’re a diamond in the rough babe
An ancient coca-cola bottle melted in the sand
These are prescribed burns
How you gonna handle it?
It hits you as the world turns
Ease your cold heart
Now we pass across the border,
Is something gonna save our skin?
Wet your roof for marauders
The kids they lit it where the town bends in
These are prescribed burns
How you gonna handle it?
It hits you as the world turns
Leaves you cold-hearted
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5. |
Atomic Kitty
05:07
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I’m overinvested like atomic kitty
I’m getting to the bits where it looks pretty
It’s like I’m winning all night
Til the shitty hand appears
I’m coming to the end my atomic kitty
There’s rubble in my heart in the big city
I’m on a signal prowl, and like a wingless owl
I only know a little itty bitty
Do they change, do they change?
Do they change, do they?
It’s a regulation spend my atomic kitty
We put it to the pen of the co-committee
Do you feel the wind on your spine?
I don’t know if it’s mine
Or the paranoid hitty-flitty?
We’ll go to Russia my atomic kitty
Perestroika poodles full of purity
If I’m a Stepford wife, for your AI strife
The cheap batteries are kinda shitty
The cheap batteries are kinda shitty
Spaceman’s got my monkey
Axeman’s got my coat
Weatherman’s got my number
Everyone’s cut my throat
They don’t change, do they change?
Do they change, do they?
I’m sleeping with atomic kitty
Getting to the parts where it’s gets pretty
Dark, you are teeth and shark
In the hashtag vale of tears
I’m coming to the end my atomic kitty
There’s a rumble in my heart in the big city
I’m wired for sound, antenna profound
I only know a little bitty
I only know a little bitty
Spaceman’s got my monkey
Axeman’s got my coat
Weatherman’s got my number
Everyone’s cut my throat
They won’t change, they won’t change
Oh lord and they won’t change
I only know a little itty bitty
I only know a little itty bitty
The cheap batteries are kinda shitty
The cheap batteries are kinda shitty
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6. |
Patrician Facade
02:10
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There’s no change in my patrician facade
But I assure you my heart is breaking
There’s no change in my patrician facade
But I assure you my heart is breaking
Every time you get a million dollars
Something queers the deal
Every time you get a million dollars
Something queers the deal
There’s no change in my patrician facade
But I assure you my heart is breaking
There’s no change in my patrician facade
But I assure you my heart is breaking
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7. |
Unlike Hemingway Said
01:41
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You can’t get it all down in one line
Unlike Hemingway said
You kiss two boots for the bed
Just to get you in the light
Jump in your head
The loneliness of command
The gentility of the band
Takes time
In your cover
Takes time
In your terror
And you know
I don’t run when I can’t stand
Time has peeled you from the bone
And there’s your own
Shape of a hole
And the only way you can
When you don’t even know your self
The only ray is dread
Just to get you in the light
Jump in your head
Jump in your head
Takes time in the terror
Takes time in the terror
Tick tock
Takes time in the terror
Tick tock
Takes time in the terror
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8. |
Thirteenth Sunday
04:08
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Yeah we’re firing on the megafauna
Ghost fishing in the gyre of Spain
And many say it’s better than dealing
with our mouse-trap pain
My heart is a full mosquito
Where I’m standing in the Pripyat rain
They say you gave cold shoulder
I know it’s only when the grid is strained
Thirteenth Sunday, thirteenth Sunday
Thirteenth Sunday, six souls to Monday
She was stolen by an IG stalker
A factotum for her fame
Seoul chemtrails across that morning
And the bat shriek of her train
And we’re frying chimps for the bush meat
Out by the monsters of Lake Eyre
And the kraken that the old gods sent us
Is fucking writhing in the plastic air
Thirteenth Sunday, thirteenth Sunday
Thirteenth Sunday, six souls to Monday
Now we’re pushing into six feet over
Pax narcotica come again
And the yellow hue of fermata
Is arising like moraine
Mandem got my faith these days
The money’s easy here in Riyadh
When you’re young you can do almost anything
And it won’t be sad
And it won’t be sad
Thirteenth Sunday, thirteenth Sunday
Thirteenth Sunday, six souls to Monday
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9. |
New Ordos
06:22
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When we flew into New Ordos
I think we saw the craters from afar
And the girders that would guide us
Had been bent by root by bar
Be it Genghis or Saladin
This place was never meant to stand
And Mr Li flits, a ghostly walker
Between the cemetery plans
Drown me in freshwater
I've got crystal left for grit
And sink me in the garden
And fix a monument on it
When they lifted us from Kiribati
I pumped the salt from behind my eyes
And my gills had grown gargantua
My prized Coco, Coco prize
And fare me to the sun farms
The whispering sand rolls in the gleam
And the sea is not a memory
White horses they will come for me
And drown me in freshwater
I've got crystal left for grit
Sink me in the lava
Fix a monument of it
And drown me in freshwater
And I gave you all my tides
And hitch me to the bridge's edges
As the sweetest water rises
And we could drift on to Australia
Like some Antioch in the south
There's a beach there on a Cape York head
Holds the secret to my mouth
And the kids they burn like bait on deck
Only fugu rush the lines
And the CB says the coastguard knows
And they're writing all our crimes and obits
And drown me in freshwater
I've got crystal left for grit
And sink me in the harbour
Fix a monument of it
And drown me in freshwater
And I gave you all my tides
Hitch me to the bridge's edges
As the sweetest water rises
You're fighting free now
You’re fighting free now
You’re fighting free now
She’s there in Honimera
Where the Russians stay in spring
Rocking a child and wearing my jeans
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10. |
Weight of a Woman
04:17
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The weight of a woman
Is three oxen times a single silken breadth
The point of an arrow
Divided by a fishing net
The weight of a woman
Is five hundred times what you could hope to carry
Or to get a piece of the Colosseum
Thirty five Decembers of this shit
The weight of a woman
Is pure mercury times nitrogen recovered from the spill
A thunder times a willow tree
Silhouetted on a hill
The weight of a woman
Came in here and we danced just like children
Disappeared for a while
And we smoked just like Turks
Drank just like jerks
Underwater
As the cancers killed
As the cancers killed
The weight of a woman can change
From a chariot to a quill
From a Christian to a Jew
From a coin to a bed
That carries you
The weight of a woman’s kinda short
If you don’t take it to heart
If you don’t take it to heart
If you don’t take it to heart
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