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The Seacole Diaries
04:30
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So where's my Mary Seacole?
Where's my Mary Seacole?
Where's my Mary Seacole gone to?
May 4th, the war is escalating
And morale is wearing thin
And no-one knows what winter brings
My vision's on vaction
And this can't wait
So where's my Mary Seacole?
Where's my Mary Seacole?
Where's my Mary Seacole gone to?
I'm drinking up the Black Sea just to find
I missed it in one blink
And I'll find you in some goliath heatsink
All pressure and ink
With one last thought to think
So where's my Mary Seacole?
Where's my Mary Seacole?
Where's my Mary Seacole gone to?
So where's my Mary Seacole?
Where's my Mary Seacole?
Where's my Mary Seacole gone to?
Where have you gone?
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Tommy
03:41
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Tommy came down from the mountain top to see his Ma and his Pa
Said "I've had a think about life, and I'm not up for it
I always drink when I'm with my friends
Don't want to go through this shit again"
Tommy went running round the graveyard til the dead woke up
He said "nowadays I don't seem to care even if it's dark.
Gonna grow a tree up to the sky
See the ones I love and say goodbye"
Well, I ain't a well-travelled man
Just a sometime boy who knows right from wrong
And why's the world got to be so blue?
Just want to find a beat to run to
Break out the trap and pull back the prayer palms
When the leaves begin to fall, the rest will be ready to brawl
With the bridge too far, I remember Ma and Pa
Free to roam along the long path home
See the ones I love and say goodbye
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Hesperus
06:05
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Not one
Moving muscle
She is here
Through the dim light
Through the same night
She is so near
Rolling
Rolling dusk
All over us
Our cheeks brushing
Fingers touching
A slow-burning flare
And all around my collarbone
We danced as Team Home
You said I was a bigger tome
And I unfold as I leave home
I'm tired
And I know exactly why
Push a penny on my eye
You sat with me once
Why can't you sit with me twice?
Push a penny on my eye
How long will you go along with me?
Press a penny on me
Because Lord knows
We'll meet one day
At another feast
And all around my collarbone
We danced as Team Home
You said I was a bigger tome
And I unfold as I leave home
And all around my collarbone
A light dance and speed home
I'd say I was a little torn
It's not like me to leave home
I chance my mind
When i chance my arm
The softest, secret alarm
When I sleep in thunder
Do you lie so calm?
The softest, secret alarm
Run a tip down the length of your back
Your rhythmic chat
Because Lord knows
Rum east
I am lost at the feast
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Flytrap
04:59
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What do you do when you're stuck on the moon?
And the moon is stuck in you
You say "who's coming?
Well, who's coming?
For a connecting view?"
Double lesson
You're western
And soon to be on functional terms
With plastic ferns
The beam hit the decking like the smack of a glove
The year swung around the moon
The flytrap dust sweeps across the desk
The family arrive at noon
Double lesson
In session
The horse won't take the cart
Too short
Too sharp
Oh Sam
Don't be cruel
Don't be cruel
Because someone else will rule all too soon
And they will push you
The cities breathe out through spiracle stacks
A wheeling school of goods and geese
Autumn creeps in like an outcast redressed
And the soil will used for thee
Double lesson
Inflection
Lately on bartering terms
With those you spurn
Oh Sam
Don't be cruel
Don't be cruel
Because someone else will rule all too soon
And they will push you
Aphex twin
Worker army
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