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Mountain Goat
04:18
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Spitting out what you can't breathe
Now we've said it's time to leave
You planned and you planned
But were sold a lie
I know it can't be the same
But I have to try
You can't process what we've done
Ankles swollen with an eager pollen
You can't process what went wrong
Oh these hard times we've fallen on
Lie down slowly
Force it out
The worm's appeared
And I have your doubts
Tomorrow's for crying, today is to shout
We made it through
So what now?
You can't process what we've done
Ankles swollen with an eager pollen
You can't process what went wrong
Oh these hard times we've fallen on
A hole in my chest and out you crawl
Writing your name with my finger on the wall
A hole in my chest and out you crawl
Writing you name with my finger on the wall
You can't process what we've done
Ankles swollen with an eager pollen
You can't process what went wrong
Oh these hard times we've fallen on
You can't process what we've done
Ankles swollen with an eager pollen
You can't process what went wrong
Oh these hard times we've fallen on
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U-209
03:34
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The country's getting desperate and they're running out of time
They've had an idea along the slightly weirder lines
I'll see you on the U-209
They're staying on Earth but they're going to the inside
They've founded Neu-Berlin and the Fuhrer is just fine
I'll see you on the U-209
We're all living in a secret submarine
We're all living in a secret submarine
I'll see you on the U-209
We're all living in a secret submarine
We're all living in a secret submarine
I'll see you on the U-209
We're all living in a secret submarine
We're all living in a secret submarine
We're all living in a secret submarine
We're all living in a secret submarine
I'll see you on the U-209
I'll see you on the U-209
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Commuter
04:13
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Waking up is such a chore
You stretch your teeth
You brush your feet
And you’re out the door
You trip over where the pavement ends
Oh boy I wish I could throttle my legs
They’re so dumb
I ain’t got no time
I ain’t got no time
I ain’t got no time
Well the wheels go round
And they vibrate my skull
When the killing floor comes
Man I hope I get culled
Go on and put me in the oven
Cos I’m only half done
I just break and flake away, away
Well the wheels go round
And they vibrate my skull
When the killing floor comes
Man I hope I get culled
Well it cost me everything
But it never got done
I just break and flake away and away and away
Saving up is such a bore
Manipulate, they litigate
And you still need more
Time is such a commodity
The more I have, the less I see
It’s so dumb
Well the wheels go round
And they vibrate my skull
When the killing floor comes
Man I hope I get culled
Go on and put me in the oven
Cos I’m only half done
I just break and flake away, away
Well the wheels go round
And they vibrate my skull
When the killing floor comes
Man I hope I get culled
Well it cost me everything
But it never got done
I just break and flake away and away and away
I ain’t got no time
I ain’t got no time
I ain’t got no time to stop
I ain’t got no time to stop
I ain’t got no time to stop
I ain’t got no time to stop
I ain’t got no time to stop
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In dark, dark, dark
You hone your craft
And though it’s strange
They call it art
But I want more
Some form of mortal reward
This time, time, time
It’s got too much
So stand in the light
And soak it up
You’ll sleep one day
Maybe then you’ll get your way
But a downward push just isn’t enough
When you feel like you’re drowning you gotta spit it up
Well you pull on my leg and I’ll stamp in your guts
To show we’re in together we rub two cuts
You’re my snow globe
I’m your no show
The outside world’s
There at the door
You’re spending your days
Splayed on the floor
And yes, it sounds
Too good to be true
But a downward push just isn’t enough
When you feel like you’re drowning you gotta spit it up
Well you pull on my leg and I’ll stamp in your guts
To show we’re in together we rub two cuts
You’re my snow globe
I’m your no show
A downward push just isn’t enough
When you feel like you’re drowning you gotta spit it up
Well you pull on my leg and I’ll stamp in your guts
To show we’re in together we rub two cuts
You’re my snow globe
I’m your no show
I’m your no show
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It's a Pattern
04:36
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Falling into patterns, break the wheel
Falling into patterns, break the wheel
You just need to get away
Don’t all things look the same?
Time to find a new game to play
Hey
Don’t worry
It’ll all be over soon anyway
Stop fixing the mould
You can misalign so much
It’s okay to be old
Let’s all get out of touch
Stop fixing the mould
You can misalign so much
It’s okay to be old
Let’s all get out of touch
Falling into patterns, break the wheel
Falling into patterns, break the wheel
You just need to fade away
Don’t you feel so out of place?
Stop fixing the mould
You can misalign so much
It’s okay to be old
Let’s all get out of touch
Stop fixing the mould
You can misalign so much
It’s okay to be old
Let’s all get out of touch
When I feel like I’m losing my mind
I might hurt your arm by holding too tight
When I feel like I’m losing my mind
I’m as useful as scissors to a kite
When I feel like I’m losing my mind
I need help just staying upright
When I feel like I’m losing my mind
I might break your arm by holding too tight
Falling into patterns, break the wheel
Falling into patterns, break the wheel
Break the wheel
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wood ewe Manchester, UK
wood ewe is producer/ songwriter Iain Henderson. Utilising elements of their small town folk/ blues background and blending them with the electronic sounds of Manchester, Iain draws influence from both classic and contemporary artists whilst still maintaining their own strain of modern psychedelia. ... more
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