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Note to Self
03:54
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I love you like a mirror
You love me like meat
Maybe upon reflection
This is not a thing to keep
I can't move a muscle sometimes
/ Sometimes I tweak
I'm nervous of a nervous disposition
I can't move a muscle sometimes
/ Sometimes I'm weak
I'm a little further from my version of ambition
I pull myself to pieces
I been pulling myself off
I'm getting to an age where
If you cup me I'll just cough
I can't move a muscle sometimes
/ Sometimes I tweak
I'm nervous of a nervous disposition
/ I can't move a muscle sometimes
Sometimes I'm weak
I'm a little further from my version of ambition
I love you like a mirror
You love me like meat
...Come on let's Eat
I'm getting nervous
Of a nervous disposition
That positions me some further
From my version of ambition
I'm a little nervous
Of a nervous disposition
That positions some further
From my version of ambition
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2. |
Kingdom of the Bored
03:42
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All the braying and the bucking
And the servitudal sucking
Sorry, but i seen that all before
And the strangest thing of strangers
In a strange room aint as strange as
The strangeness that it aint that strange at all
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the whores
But all this existential fucking's
Got the glory pretty worn
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the whores
But all this existential fucking's
got me worn
Welcome to the kindom
Welcome to the kingdom of the bored
Your belly's a cathedral for
The foetal germs of private wars
Im eager to invade
But I aint greedy
Our palace is positioned
In our cul-du-sac of wisdom
Sitting fat and sitting pretty
That's too easy
Welcome to the kindom (he says)
Welcome to the kingdom of the bored
Welcome to the kindom (she says)
Welcome to the kingdom of the bored
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3. |
No More Will I Adore You
04:55
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No more are you my little whore
No longer am I yours
We ran our little course
Ink pictures on white skin
Move hip to gleaming hip
Beneath a mass of yellow hair
No longer will I call
You anything at all
/ My Love
No more will I adore you
/ My love
Lips thin enough to crack
They crept like finger tips
Across my thin boned back
Lips thin enough to creep
Through every little crack
Won't break down this attack
No more will I adore you
/ My love
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Hollywood Nottingham, UK
Hollywood.
Reflective aggression framed in restraint. Confrontational, personal, semi-gothic post-rock cut down
to snapshots of dreamscape redemption.
Weaving together Leonard Cohen, Kyuss, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Mogwai and Badseeds, Hollywood serves to show bravery in construction and intimate presentation.
We want to build.
And we want to be different.
... more
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