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Draw!
03:13
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Let's replay your outcry at my kindness unannounced;
can you see why I may have been confused?
I hope you won't let this disturb your overall contempt
For every word betrayed,
every due unpaid,
every underhand I'm bound to play until you draw.
Let's display the scars and broken bones sustained with pride.
God forbid it's said that we've gone soft...
...'cos the searing plains have nothing new in store for he
who knows the pain of being with whom you choose to be.
So, you go your way,
I'll go my way,
and where you stay is where I won't stay.
But, until then, you lie down and tell yourself
it's worse than what they say.
Take every drug your conscience will allow
For every word betrayed,
every due unpaid,
every underhand I'm bound to play until you draw.
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2. |
Retreat
01:57
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I may have all the grace of an emu’s landing,
but, bad dancing notwithstanding,
I know you’re deeply impressed.
Despite the uninspiring service at the bar,
to better the night that you’ve had so far
I know that you’d be hard pressed.
My themes of discourse may be brazen,
but I’ll fake a wounded gaze
and I know you’ll know why you came.
No pressure, but drinks aren’t free,
and my curfew’s 10:15,
but my ankle won’t long bear this tag.
Delusions of acceptance shattered by suspicion,
but your retreat won’t mar my mission
‘cos I know you’re flying my flag.
My themes of discourse may be brazen
but I’ll fake a wounded gaze
and I know you’ll know why you came.
I read your profile daily,
and when you covertly hail me
there is a light that never will go out.
Your retreat won’t mar my mission…
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3. |
Masons
02:37
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The doorman stares without speaking,
The barmaid smirks as she spills,
Can i refuse, a ..........
...............
A paper parade,
Conceited.........
The ceiling pours with bad reviews,
The dark can't wait to
Life seems to rally round the few,
....
The smallest of talk,
Not a word will be heard,
......
The ceiling pours with bad reviews,
The dark can't wait to
Life seems to rally round the few,
Whose gaze ensures.....today
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4. |
The Only Friend You Need
03:21
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This vulgar train is station bound no more;
it's stoked on greed from years of harder times.
And, oh, the things you do for security;
the kills are far from being the worst of my crimes.
I made the fortune built so far
with bootlegs of the sermon on the mount,
and I hear their outcry loud and clear,
but I, too, have quirks to feed and rent to count.
And I've not one apology.
So soundly do I sleep,
and dream of me.
My one rule of company;
a folding friend's the only friend you need.
I could devote my life to noble ends,
perhaps build schools where schools have never been.
Then selflessly employ the gable ends
to advertise delights they've never seen.
And I've not one apology.
So soundly do I sleep,
and dream of me.
My one rule of company;
a folding friend's the only friend you need.
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5. |
Wherever You Are Not
03:30
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You've read a little, making what you need of what you read,
upholding your dislikes by weaving sin between the lines.
You’ve spent your waking life proclaiming how the next will be,
praying all the tales are true as you wither on the vine.
To each his own
(as long as that conforms).
To each his own
(if his own resembles yours).
You’ll gladly propagate the truth, but can’t recall it’s roots.
Well, I’ll bet my wealth entire, you’re digging nowhere even near.
You’re more than happy hearing ‘just-might-be’s as absolutes,
but so quick to fork your tongue when the question’s crystal clear.
It’s an all too rare being who toes so chaste a line,
but your station owes much more to chance than design.
I like to think I sometimes win because it’s not all fair,
and I cheat because I know the finest things are never free.
Wherever you end up I guarantee I won’t be there,
and wherever you are not will be peace enough for me.
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6. |
Ill Gotten Gain
02:16
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Close the door behind you.
Let no-one hear it lock.
Even a small noise could occasion
a calculated knock.
I’ve exercised my patience
until it’s favoured for the gold,
and these intervening weeks corrode
what dignity I hold.
Though I may be cheating
you’re my one ill gotten gain,
and, as such benefits are fleeting,
you’ll forgive me my complaints about how long
you took to text me back.
No handouts, no donations;
I worked for all you gave,
and it’s testament to your charms
that it’s your name I engrave
into my skin.
Though I try not to carve too deep.
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7. |
If You Work Hard...
02:28
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I tried to take you to one side,
But you've learnt all there is to be learnt,
So please persevere at my expense,
You'll be sure to get your hands burnt,
I've taken in your every word,
And i've heard nothing to be proud of,
For every poor deluded hanger-on,
There'll be five who knock your crown off
But if you work hard...
I know parental pride has played,
A profound part in your labours,
But please try to see things from the view,
Of your kind, objective neighbours,
I know from experience you'll learn,
Many lessons from their ruling,
I'm sure you can make this your career,
Given time and proper schooling.
But if you work hard...
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8. |
Bullshitter
03:41
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They say I make these things up,
Well, perhaps I elaborate,
But no good man should doubt my stance,
And if a piercing reason like mine,
Can swallow this nonsense whole,
Who are they to debate it's romance,
There's no reward for spoiling backward expectation,
So let's all sleeping dogs lie,
A few consoling lies,
Beats education, any day,
A few controlling highs,
Beats disappearing into grey,
They think I make these things up,
But, had I not embraced bombast,
I'd never know what freedom lies bring,
And if i've entirely acquiesced,
You've really no excuse,
So swallow pride, close conscience and sing
Look toward a future, free from free decision,
If it's so wrong few would subscribe,
But, there's no reward for spoiling backward expectation,
So let's all sleeping dogs lie,
A few consoling lies,
Beats education, any day,
A few controlling highs,
Beats disappearing into grey,
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9. |
Old Wonts
03:42
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Derided by your own,
Exploited by the rest,
Martyred by the grief.
Saved from being alone,
Then made the token pest,
But you still won't leave.
There's a queue at your door, but no friends out there.
Old wonts die hard with new duties rare.
Old wonts die hard with new duties rare.
Your mansion will evoke the void you have to fill;
so many rooms unused.
The years are charging by, but the days are no more full.
It serves you right for all the rights that you've abused.
No sign of wounds until they're repaired.
There's a queue at your door, but no friends out there.
Old wonts die hard with new duties rare.
Old wonts die hard with new duties rare.
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10. |
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No harm done, just dented pride
and I realise the fate of he who shuns a dare.
Sound advice, hust days too late.
Maybe, next time, you'll raise your voice with time to spare.
They may speak ill of you,
but we'll show them.
And I may speak for only two,
but we're not proud,
so, once more unto the breach.
The blame lies with me if you leave her
both arms filled with all I'd been too lazy to nail down.
They may speak ill of you,
but we'll show them.
And I may speak for only two,
but we're not proud.
Sleep has proved no substitute
for dawn in dens of ill repute,
so, once more unto the breach.
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11. |
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A whole day's trawl though all I've earned and stolen
gives rise to doubting my time's been well spent.
Weeks entreating laws and explanations,
and now I know I never will know what you meant.
My throw's rehearsed, my dice both packed,
and, still, I'm staring down the fact,
that this can only end one way.
My rationale's at large, my hindsight blind,
I may not be in charge, but the last word is mine,
all mine.
A moment's lapse of drive and concentration
is all the weak and blinkered need to win;
'We'll make you the man alone you never will be,
so, mate, throw down your arms and come on in.'
The going's good, the best horse backed,
but, despite how neatly odds are stacked,
this can only end one way.
No phoney, charm offensive consolations;
those lines don't work on me.
and i guarantee in time you'll see this deed,
as more sidestep than defeat.
No more will the need to
proceed bar my way.
No more will the thoughts of,
your nights spoil my day.
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12. |
Doing You A Favour
02:09
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Rein in the fear, I'm doing you a favour.
Though you may not respect
the benefits just yet,
I'm stoically set on going through
with what I'm about to do
Plain though you are,
it's plain as day you've something,
You could have as many as you choose,
but I plain flat refuse
to relinquish or lose all I've bestowed upon
this once textbook abode.
What fails to kill you only makes life longer,
and regardless how far I may wander,
there I'll be.
What fails to kill you makes you wish it had,
so I'll now make good what you left bad,
and I know it's you they'll
blame evermore, while I'll be martyred,
so waste no breath on deals.
No longer shall I kneel.
Our time here is nearly at a close,
but once in our repose I know you'll thank me,
for no more shall we part.
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Mynas Barnsley, UK
Mynas began trading as a three-piece in 2007, and have been steadily gathering mass ever since, currently weighing in with
six members.
Fronted by vocal deity Lady Sarah Evans and led by misanthropic guitarist Del Scott Miller, Mynas are no more happy than when up to their eyes in bespoke chords and upbeat songs about murder, herd mentality and Catalonia.
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