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Patterns Of Revolution
05:09
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What I learn I learn from watching
what I learn from watching tables turn
what I learn from bridges burning
what I learn from being burned
I watch the world slowly I learn it's routines
I haven't got it yet so I'm giving my own meaning to
the mostly meaningless things that we do
even you have patterns you revolve through
I'm getting a tattoo to forget you
I'm punching at a storm over the horizon
I'm swimming up a waterfall
I'm getting a tattoo to forget you
I haven't got it yet so I'm giving my own meaning to
the mostly meaningless things that we do
even you have patterns you revolve through
with the other side as I dream
we exchange and never deplete
and reform our energies
united in the best way
and we'll both see all perspectives
and be the clasp around a dream I held and never be unwound
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Love Your Mother
04:20
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You should love your mother
like she was born to you
carved from ice in summer
in wax beneath a flame
we each of us the emblem
we carry on our face
bleeding out in poems
on some or other page
I still can't handle lovers they're just strange
still she kisses like the sun
kisses the earth after a storm
give me love in all its glory
give me love in all of its form
you should love your mother
like she was your first born
one day you'll understand
I recognised your silhouette in shades beneath the moon
you are the vagabond steering with your boot upon the bar
I still can't handle lovers
they take everything to heart
still she kisses like the sun
kisses the earth after a storm
give me love in all its glory
give me love in all of its form
you should love your mother
like she was your first born
one day you'll understand
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We Shut Off
04:06
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We're all batting down some place first time since amsterdam
and since it's holidays we'll express the worst we have
I try to be a councellor when you need
I know that you feel naked beneath the clothes you layer up
like it's freezing but love,
it ain't cold
no love,
it ain't cold
Alice said 'we're all killing ourselves in some way'
she's a smoker and I think I understand her
and I think I overthink things until I think they cannot stay
I layer up like it's freezing
but love
it ain't cold
no love,
it ain't cold
The newsreel tries to paint the world a shade of black
the anchor said something about being a terrorist herself
and dropped her face
and left her job
and now she's in a road side stop butt-naked handing flowers out
the police always drive that way round now
love
it ain't cold,
no love,
it ain't cold
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