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Soulcakes - For Sale
00:45
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They’re boarding the windows
And changing the locks
Disconnecting the pipes
And winding the clocks
The soul of this home carried out in a box
Past a ‘For Sale’ sign
Now his heart has…
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Act One. Scene One.
It feels so cold since you’ve been gone
And beat by beat
The heartbreak clouds the memory
Plot point - you know the score
Protagonist tries to restore
Disequilibrium you caused
By shuffling off this mortal coil
Fade to white: close my eyes
It’s as if you’re still alive
Cut to black, no turning back
With my fingers on the glass
Is anybody there?
Who’s there?
Act three. Scene four.
I’ve never been this scared before
Not scared of ghosts
I’m scared there’s nothing waiting once we croak
Plot point - you know the drill
Protagonist is looking thrilled
Equilibrium returns as the glass spells out a word
Cut the music
Kill the lights
There ain’t nothing else to see tonight
Deleted scene:
(Never to be seen)
You said “I’m sleeping, go away
And I never loved you anyway.”
That script was stuffed into a drawer
Along with all your faults and flaws
And the pieces of our lives
On the cutting room floor.
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Tread softly my child
When Beltane is nigh
In the light of the blood red moon
On the first night of May
Come take me away
In the light of the blood red moon
Come into the fields
On All Hallows Eve
In the light of the blood red moon
At the death of the year
When winter is near
In the light of the blood red moon
We whispered the spell and all Witch County heard
But god has not said a word
We danced on The Hill with the beasts and the birds
But god has not said a word
Surrender your soul
You’ll have anything
Anything that you would request
For milk and for grain
And revenge for our pain
A black dog to nurse at my breast
A picture of clay
Will take life away
In the fire of the dying sun
On midsummer’s night
We’ll set it alight
In the fire of the dying sun
Drink deeply
Sleep sweetly
I confessed all my sins and the minister heard
But god has not said a word
I swung from a rope in view of the world
But god has not said a word.
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Sister, sister I have sinned
They made me do it again
Closing my eyes and wondering why
I start to cry
Mother Mary, am I blessed
Or have I failed your test
Biting my lip and counting rosaries
I start to bleed
Our prayers are falling on deaf ears
Our sins are always near
Tell me Padre can you hear me
“One Our Father, Three Hail Marys”
Father, forgive me I have lied
There’s nothing pure inside
Holding my breath as I confess
And you undress
And I’m still trying to fill the void
All of your holy books devoid of meaning
I’m still trying to fill the void
But still something here is feeding
Mea culpa,
Mea maxima culpa
No one hear can make me whole
And cure my sin sick soul.
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Boggarts - Hellequin
04:24
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Cut off your nose to spite your race
And carve a smile into your fucking face
With nitrous oxide in our lungs
We’ll sing our happy songs
Now every day’s a carnevale
Where we are the meat
And (s)laughter is best medicine
So get on your fucking knees
Rape the saviour’s mouth
All the world is laughing now
The clown wears the angel wings
Now the harlequin is king
Kill the king
They laugh. We sleep
So get on your fucking knees
There’s no rage in the harequinade motorcade
Bowling for Columbina
Where all the punchlines bruise
After the laughter’s gone
This time you’re going to lose
Cut off your nose to spite your race
And carve a smile into your fucking face
For post-satyrant overlords
That joke is funny nevermore.
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I kissed my senorita
Beneath the crescent moon
And I prayed the daylight
It don’t come to soon
Shipped away to far off lands
To spill my blood on foreign sands
But like the stars all in the sky
Our true love shines
So serenade the silver heavens
Time can never break our vow
Serenade the silver heavens
And I will hear somehow
I wrote my love a letter
Each night and everyday
And I hoped and prayed
That no harm would come my way
Up the Nile upon command
We trekked across the desert sands
But like Orion’s guiding light
Our love still shines
Our enemies surround us
The one thing that keeps me sane
Is this picture of you
In its broken frame
Heard the blast and closed my eyes
Prayed to god “Don’t let me die.”
Nothing in heaven can compare
To my love so fair
Back home they told me
Of the raids and those they killed
Marched off while you were sleeping
Returned to find you sleeping still
Sailed away to unknown lands
Taken by the ferryman
But like long dead stars in the sky
Our love still shines
So serenade the silver heavens
Death can never break our vow
Serenade the silver heavens
And I will hear somehow.
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As the bruises fade from blue to a sickly hue
All that remains are the pieces of me and you
And all I’ve got is a soul-shaped box
Where those pieces of us are stored piled up
Fall, fall into the deep
Drown in negativity
Fall, fall into the deep
Where misery loves company
Don’t think I’d hesitate
When there’s poison in a glass that bears your name
Raise a toast to the olden days
And choke on hate
Never alone on your own
Alone in your own
Private hell
As the bruises fade from blue to a sickly hue
All that remains are the pieces of me and you
And this is where you’ll always stay
A hades tailor made for all your betrayals.
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Plural - Dead Cassettes
03:18
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Your ink ran before it was dry
I’ve read these love letters a thousand times
I trace the strokes of your pen
I’ve read these love letters again and again
Press pause when I say I don’t even want to know your name
We are the children of the wrong revolution
We’re analogue trash, we lost our way
When love was lost to devolution
We are cassettes that have never been played
A plastic letter from the past
We can’t return to the sender
There was no way back for us
So we burned it to cinders
We made emotions into mixed tapes
A polaroid of the soul
We downloaded a future
But not the future they sold.
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She flutters like a wren
Stained by the blood of Christ
Decoding my emotions through the war
Sharpening her beak
On the diamond mountain slopes
Until the mountain stands no more
Floating over all
She watches towns and empires fall
In blood and death
The redbreast spreads her wings
And when the guns have ceased
The redbreast sings
As poisonous as mistletoe
She's perched above my door
The witches and the demons kept at bay
Sharpening her beak
On the diamond mountain slopes
Until the mountain range is worn away
You saw her beauty
You clipped her wings
I'll make you understand
Why the caged bird sings
You feared her power
You sweat to think
Your ivory tower is crumbling.
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Dischord - Insatiable
04:06
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We’re the wind that’s howling in the night
Dark tomes in libraries forever out of sight
The torments you inflict on yourself
The spine that you are always drawn to on the shelf
And when I ask her what she thinks of our books
She says she’s too afraid to look
And when she tries to say our name
She chokes she’s so ashamed
And when I ask her what we are
She says: Insatiable
We’re the things you wish you didn’t know
Night thoughts within your mind that you will never own
The secrets you keep from yourself
The spine that you are always drawn to on the shelf
Daughters and sons black your thumbs
Bleed and feed the ancient ones.
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Nevermore - Ghost Train
04:29
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Come back to me
’Cause I can’t find you
I listen for your voice
But your words are fading
And the crescent moon is waning
H-A-U-N-T-I-N-G
Ride the ghost train through our memories
H-A-U-N-T-I-N-G
White lies we tell ourselves just so we can sleep
I need to find a way
Summer in the cemetery
I’m calling out your name
We try to live among these graves
But the crescent moon it wanes
You can’t run
You can’t hide
It will haunt you when it dies
No surrender
No escape
You shadow every step I take.
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