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I immediately trust you
It's just a shame I never grew
It's 'cause my heart is closed
This is the terrible thing I know
Now you'll never see
That you never knew me like I knew you
You let me in but I never let myself
This was a great talk about terrible things
Give us more mystery
Ask yourself how can this be
A grim continuum?
Where there is nothing to, nothing to learn
We go
This was a great talk about terrible things
When possessed by the mind of a villain
No wonder I could never find another way
With no self control but obsessed by the outcome
The people I've lost
But the feeling remains
Oh, and the shame
Now you'll never see
That you never knew me like I knew you
You let me in but I never let myself
This was a great talk about terrible things
Oh, here it comes
The punchline at the end of all our lives/lies
It's hilarious
How at the end of us
We destroy our own world
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Teach Me To Spit
04:11
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The Canal
02:28
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I took the steps down to the canal
I'd smelled smoke from about half a mile back
Saw the flickering red light
It could have been anything
A malfunctioning street light
It could have been a vehicle indicating
Or a red moon in the sky
It could have been a pelican crossing
And that's when I heard the bang
It could have been a car backfiring
But when I got down to the canal
It was the worst thing I've never seen
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Ursula
05:30
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A door stands open that you swear you closed
You walk out
In the distance, getting closer
A stranger's soul in a body you know
Too far gone
Don't look back, do not approach her
Look at the man
He was upright not five minutes ago
But now a crowd surrounds
He went down like a sack of potatoes
The soil's infused with a thousand lonely souls
You walk on
Brownfield land soaked in humanity
The shape of a woman fades into the trees
Don't follow
For she did not inhabit her eyes
She says let's get straight down to the dying
I never predicted the end of the world
Men put that in my mouth for me
I write for a future of people who hurt
That's a fate worse than dying to me
Nevermore will I sit and smoke in the cool light of the evening
Crash of thunder, going under
Flash of lightning, let's get dying
Welcome in those gathering clouds and let's get straight down to the lightning
Welcome in those gathering clouds and let's get straight down to the lightning
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My Haunted House
03:56
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A faint pale-blue light glowing under the ground
The people there with you not really around
As deep as the soil
As natural as soap
Don't let them say it's a victimless crime
Your face staring back at you, and over your shoulder at the same time
You're as white as a sheet
Of course, I'm a ghost
Flames licking every page you turn
Flames licking every page you turn
But a fire that won't burn
But a fire that won't burn
Seen and not heard, a montage of flesh
I'm not really here but it feels real as death
Hold on a sec for so many years
You are the only one thinks it's sublime
Your face staring back at you, and over your shoulder at the same time
It wants you to know you've gone off the rails
You tried and you tried, you tried and you failed
When dawn came around was the final nail
Your face staring back at you, and over your shoulder at the same time
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Timeless With You
05:14
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(Time shifts with you)
The seconds shrink when we're together
When we're apart they hardly tick along
But I know no matter how long it takes
There'll come a time when you are gone
(Time shifts with you)
In the forest, by the sea and when we're in the city
Timeshifts speed us through the hours
Forever fighting against the clock
(The clock) ticks not for any of us
(Timeless with you)
No matter how much I save
No matter how much I waste
No matter, no matter, no matter how much I give
No matter how much I take
Beyond the ticking of the clock
A single moment withers and drops
Time stood still when I caught your eye
Now it never seems to stop slipping by
(Timeless with you)
A clock doesn't just tick
There's meaning beyond function
A clock speaks things other than what it is
It lives in another continuum
(Timeless with you)
No matter how much I save
No matter how much I waste
No matter, no matter, no matter how much I give
No matter how much I take
Beyond the ticking of the clock
A single moment withers and drops
Time stood still when I caught your eye
Now it never seems to stop slipping by
You'll get yours and I'll get mine
It's the time of the divine
(Timeless with you)
I wish for all that time back again
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The Silence Mill
04:34
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We smelled the sap
We heard the saw for miles
The sound of a paper tiger burning
They pledged a community garden
A community torn apart, we're free
To pocket the cash and bulldoze accountability
Use the wood to build a scaffold
For Nicolas Jacques Pelletier
For those planning crimes or planning crimes, oh what's a tree?
They killed the Duke
Philippe Égalité
Of course they wouldn't do the same to you
You watch as your dreams turn to carbon
Pick up and discard a fantasy
I've got an appointment with the next calamity
Or a wheel for St. Catherine
Or hanging in chains, or gibbeting
It's scaring the birds this grotesque, pointless bals des victimes
Hooray she cried
Hooray he cried
Hooray we cried
When that tree died
They pledged a community garden
A community torn apart, we're free
To pocket the cash and bulldoze accountability
I live in brick and in mortar
What is the rule of law to me?
I'm as disgusting as you, and you're as sick as me
Oh listen to all of their strawmen shout
As they mobilise the petite bourgeoisie
Are you ready to be the first since 1970s?
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Meet me in the alley, my suit's clean but I am dirty
When I look at myself I close my eyes to shut you out
I'm a joke and you're a work of art
A vision, a flashback, a meeting
But I never fit in
Let's stop pretending like I wasn't born with plenty
When I dream of you I see a door with your name on
I am your new client, and I'm very hard to please
I just wanna make some sense out of everything
I'm giddy, I'm silly, I'm sober
Back to the poison pool
Yeah you are filthy rich, but how is your family?
Show me how it makes you feel
At the time it felt so real
Watch the world go up in flames
Walk away and take my name
Abundance, a severance
I wanna burn this whole place to ashes
A look of recognition, an unwelcome proposition
You look so familiar, there's a stain on my soul
Everything I say is innuendo
So funny, so fearless, so lonely
I have a busy afternoon
It was fun while it lasted but was just a flight of fancy
Is that all there is well maybe it was never meant to be so
Let's stop pretending like I wasn't born with plenty
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Use Your Fantasy
07:18
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They found her car by the old pier, half submerged in salt water
It was like she'd tried reversing into the sea, changed her mind, jumped out
Her guitar was in the back seat, and a bag of clothes, but she was nowhere around
And in the glove box they found a letter addressed to all of us
Her handwriting looked shaky, as if she'd written it in a hurry
They put the envelope in my hands, said I should read the letter for them, tell them what was inside
They were afraid of what she might have written, but I was scared too, said, 'Why me?'
And they said
Use your fantasy
Use your fantasy
Use your fantasy
Oh, use your fantasy
The last time I saw her was at a show
Her final one
She played this weird song
It was about a shape
A shape that was alive
No particular shape
A shapeshifter
Sometimes it was a sphere
Sometimes it was a cube
And once it came alive
People starting using it
Using it and abusing it
A table
A doorstop
A sex toy
A weapon
There was nothing they wouldn't use it for
So eventually this shape became more and more two-dimensional
Until all its depth was gone
And then the shape itself disappeared
After the set I asked her what the song meant
What was it really about?
And she said
Use your fantasy
Use your fantasy
Use your fantasy
Oh, use your fantasy
I left the car, I left the beach, I left my friends, I went home
Tried not to think about the envelope
I checked my phone, I checked the news
Tried not to think about the letter
That night I got drunk
I opened it up
But I didn't take the paper out
Didn't want to put my fingers on the last thing she'd touched
I felt like the shape from her song
Devoid of depth
Devoid of any dimensions
So I threw the letter away
'Cause I already knew what it said
Use your fantasy
Oh, use your fantasy
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With Stones in His Pockets Canterbury, UK
With Stones in His Pockets is a singer songwriter and multi-instrumentalist from Canterbury. He writes experimental pop and psych-folk, sad, ironical and emotional songs about alienation and injustice. With Stones' second album, 'Missives' was released 21st February, 2023. ... more
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