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Another Time
01:31
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01:17
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Keep Left
01:52
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If The Zoo Bans Me For Hollering At The Animals, I Will Face God And Walk Backwards Into Hell - dril
watching from the window of the N8 to Hainault The Lowe
towards the Roman Road where i need to go home
the rain makes a glow on the lamp-lit streets
where sodden feet stamp on damp concrete
to unsynced beats in the cities we built
to shape the breeze we design the trees
and build so high that our eyes can't see the sunrise
watch them walk through the rain like choo-choo trains
with fags in their hands and smoke in their brains
cigarettes and regrets beneath soaked streetlights
the signs say keep left but the nation keeps right
these are pavement planets of alien creatures
paper projects marking maps on their features
six hundred pound skin bought with savings and sin
they are the bougeouis bopping to the bowerey hynmns
ajax in their cocaine
cleans the nostrils, scours the brain
londoners with trains in their veins
the metro's inane musings and crossword games
he got his mayfair suit, she got her kensington clothes
he got a gucci briefcase and a glistening phone
the glass man is homeless, the glass man is poor
but they only see pavement they only see floor
in the London Grundon, there's an abundance of waste
discarded places, brickwork traces
last year's grace, last year's taste
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(the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell)
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take your improvements from your home to your heart
the yah bougeouis with your Jaguar car
got money out your arse but you're still in debt
to marlboro cigarettes and borrowed etiquette
join the I sect, dissect your complex
where's the sex or amicability
in your marriage of surrey civility
home county courtships and vanishing virility
the right wing's tight skin wife's got some fight in her
pots, pans, opression, knives, depression, chicken dinner
rows of red brick, two stories thick and three high
is what i was thinking on the N8 at Bank at the lights
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Hooray Synth
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Angela
04:19
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Estevan Skies
01:38
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There's a buzzing in my ear and there's horseshit on the ground
I don't know why I'm here and I hope I won't be found
I was following my footsteps 'til my feet would lead no more
So I sit down 'til I recall what I was ramblin' for
So I sit down 'til I recall what I was ramblin' for
The wind up on this hill makes my spliff hard to light
The scarcity of seating makes it difficult to write
I never write rhymes as clever when I'm stoned
But up here on this hillside at least I can blaze alone
But up here on this hillside at least I can blaze alone
This greenery is giving me a smashing spot to smoke
Problematically I need to pee 'cos I finished my Diet Coke
I'm singing holding an empty can as I survey the surrounding lands
And I've never seen skies as blue as over Estevan
I've never seen skies as blue as over Estevan
My cousins' canine Schwiffer comes charging up the hill
He's a lovely great puppy though I don't know him well
He must've followed my footsteps and found me at the end
Of this story and this song, I must rejoin life again
Of this story and this song, I must rejoin life again
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Estevan Rain
00:13
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