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Skull and Bones
04:11
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Skull and bones, and yet, and yet
And yet not a skeleton, not yet
At least not dead man, and yet
Sometimes it feels I might as well be
Does that make me some kind of freak?
Well, that's exactly what some seek
And although that means nothing to me
Sometimes it feels it could just as well be
Now the waltz is a winner, though akin to sin
And I'm back with the poems of saints
The song felt good, I had it turned up
It filled me like a gumball machine
But the fog rose in and I was dispensed
And it was cheap
Quivering hands
Clutching five cents worth to the coin slot
All the more hollow as the fog rose in
And I pried inside of you
If only to solve
The ticking clockwork of a terrifying mind
A faint idea it is my own that scares me
It soils my intentions with a desire to win
Call it possession
Bandaged up as an artist
Masquerading as a fraud
Skull and bones, and yet, and yet
And yet not a skeleton, not yet
At least not a dead man, and yet
Sometimes it feels I might as well be
Does that make me some kind of freak?
And that's exactly what some seek
And although that means fuck all to me
Sometimes it feels it could just as well be
Now the waltz is a winner though akin to sin
And I'm back with the poems of saints
Now the waltz is a winner though akin to sin
And I'm back with the poems of saints
A prince masquerading as a frog
And an artist as a dog
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Achehead
02:22
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Now, I
Now, I
Just found the means to describe you
Two keen eyes looking right through you
Seen your longing talons reaching out
I've seen a dirty old man with a hidden agenda
Ache head
Fake head
Let’s dance
Do you wanna dance under the moonlight?
I'll break you down in the middle of the night
Ache head
Fake head
I'll meet you in hell
Oh, I
Oh, I
I'm like writing in charcoal
So black and white
Seen your two blue eyes
And your carny smile
Don't need an analogy, see
I'm calling you out
I'm calling you creepy
Seen your longing talons reaching out
I've seen a dirty old man with a hidden agenda
Ache head
Fake head
Let’s dance
Do you wanna dance under the moonlight?
I'll break you down in the middle of the night
Ache head
Fake head
I'll meet you in hell
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Clementine, R.I.P.
03:25
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I just saw Mr. Slinky at the petrol station
Bowed my head and said, hello
How are you?
All’s well that ends well
Now that's a paradox
And then again, I'm talking to a lampost
If that's not unorthodox enough
He said,
I heard from God
That your fish died in the morning
Clementine wasn't it?
I heard a dog barking
In the neighbor's yard
Clementine it was not
You know what they say
At the pearly white gates
You can always replace the fish
But you'll never replace its personality
Be-bop-a-lula
I'm going to drown in the river
Because the girl that I love
Just left Foxton town
[repeat]
What a shame
What a shame
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Deer Thomas New Zealand
Recently described as ‘Outsider Country’ - “a blend of Johnny Cash with the 1983 Post Punk/Shoegaze of My Bloody Valentine” - Deer Thomas experiments in dark folk introspection with a gothic baritone.
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