1. |
While Not In Paris
02:30
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All brave faces though someone’s got to say it
But I’m not sure we know what the opposite of
Exponential, how do you call that
Never mind now cause days are getting shorter anyway
And I miss and I miss the…
I spent most of summer just hiding from the sunlight
But I’m familiar with this preemptive autumn dread
Existential, how do you deal with
Knowing that your days are getting fewer by the day
And I count and I count them
And I wish and I wish that…
And I dream and I dream that…
And I mostly regret that…
And I also forget that…
This is what happens when you leave me at home by myself (with the cats)
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2. |
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For a simple idea
Look for something nearby
Should that not sort you out
Look for something elsewhere
In and out of focus
In and out of focus
I was in and out of the moment
Trying to squeeze some juice out of a dried up fruit
Or to put it somewhat better I was
In and out of focus
In and out of the moment
Finding some relief knowing this bit needs fewer words
Hey dear brain
dig deep in your
Folds and cracks
Before the end
Of this here song
There must be some
Thing we can say
That will not make
Me seem lazy
And uninspired
If not I give up
Second chance
How often do
You get one
To dig yourself
Out of deep shit
So here it comes
My big statement
That made your time
Worth spending with
My little tune
Cats are wonderful!
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3. |
Bargain Hunting
03:40
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Great to see
Cold and free
Grown to be
Quite the
Showpiece
Pride of
Place on
My shelf
In a cabinet of treasures
Where you keep me safe and in near mint condition
Sitting there gaining value
Though i know I’m only worth what you would pay for me
How much would you pay for me
In this economy
If anything at all
Type one vertical clips
I wish I’d never noticed you were age appropriate for my sets
What strange fixation gets you
Out of bed each day what’s giving you a sense of accomplishment or anything remotely close
Storing plastic for the future
If there even is a future
And if there is a future
Am I a dick for storing plastic
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4. |
Topical Kinda
03:30
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A double take
If it’s ambiguous
And currently under wraps
The finger’s touch
And its ambiguous response
The flaming torch
Potential weapon
And currently sadly placed
In the wrong hands
A fever burned
Until it didn’t
Predictably fair enough
The finger’s ache
Is back to keep me on my
Yet to break toes
Bright as any
Cinema white
Shows the cuts and scuffs on the screen
Takes me so much concentration
To see past them
Magnifying
Glasses half full
Don’t get tempted to wish for some hope
Takes all my self deprecation
To see past this
Blatant shitshow
A double take
That feels uneven
You’re secretly spelling out
But we can read
And we can see you, hear you
Dream big
My friend
Squint through this awful fucking nightmare no one ever asked to go through
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5. |
Lesson 3
03:25
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Oh trying hard to stay away from real life
Oh this is not the time or place
I’m trying to change to subject
But you’re parked up in my head
Oh gather round I’d like to share the tale
Oh of the cousin of a friend
He said to me without words
It’s time to make amends
And the list
Is very long
So very long
Get to work cousin of a friend
See I reject even the smallest notion
of any kind of higher power
But you’re intent on jamming the concept
Of karma in my head
So my cousin’s friend he took a first step
He reached out to someone he held dear
Apologised for having been a dick
The answer brought him tears
Where part a leads into part b
And part b is helping with part a
Is helping with part a
I wish you the best
Once you’ve fucked off out of my life
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6. |
Aurora Babsealis
02:14
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A lot to hide
But override
Fall all this time
Down in a mine
Lava to sea
Cctv
The snares are set
You placed your bet
Lava to sea
Lover to see you clouds of breath around you
Eyes up
Clouds go away
Layer up
Damp will stay
Eyes up
Clouds please go away
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7. |
While Not In Manchester
03:32
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Get up we’ve got shit to do
Ok we’re up so now what
The house is warm the bed is nice
There is not much to push me
Seen as you’re away
All these are just excuses
For the fear of a full page
Get on we’ve got shit to do
Fine I’ll just have a shower
Maybe clean up the kitchen
Hang out and cuddle the cats
They miss you just like I do
All of this
Just to push
Away the thought
That I might fail
That’s what goes round in my head
For the fear of the full page
As if in complete contrast of views
It’s panning out exactly the way
I have been dreading for a few days
It’s not bad luck
As if to tempt me into the sense
I might have not brought this on myself
Rather a victim of some big plan
There’s no bad luck
It’s not even 9am
And We managed all of this
With a little bit left
Wasn’t all that bad, hey?
With the serious out our way
We can start having fun
Get up
Days are short
There’s no sunlight
Down in my basement
Get out
I’m alright here! the page’s almost…
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8. |
Crowbar Handy
03:33
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Doors to let us out
Doors to lock us in
Windows just in case
You never know
Rooms to walk in and remember
We were meant to be elsewhere
Situations out of our control
Where is my phone excuse me
Faces that I know
People that I like
Still there’s something
Feeling out of place
I swear I didn’t mean to sneak out
I was only tired and bored
Situations out of my control
They scare me please excuse me
Anyway
Maybe I’m just shy
Maybe I feel above this
Maybe I’m a snob
Think I could do better
Likely just a dick
Too spoilt for choice
Surely a trait to work on
Certainly not charming
Always packing a crowbar
Still please forgive me
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9. |
Mondays And Tuesdays
01:29
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Mondays And Tuesdays
Mondays And Tuesdays
Mondays And Tuesdays
Mondays And Tuesdays
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10. |
Finders Keepers
03:36
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Floating in reverse
High above the gravel
That sticks to the blood
From my smiling wounds
Down the hardware store
To Purchase long pliers
Wire wool and glue
And something to snack on
Finders keepers
The gravel’s mine now
Buried deeper
Near the broken bone
Finders keepers
The gravel’s mine now, you know
Buried deeper near but not to touch the broken bone
Can’t seem to get to the end
Of this unfinished business
Can’t seem to get to any end
This is just procrastinating now
Finders keepers
Distractions are all mine now
Buried deeper
Near the pretend broken heart
Finders keepers
Distractions are all mine now
Buried deeper near but not to touch the poser heart
Transparent
Transparent
Soft to the touch
Out of synch and out of tune
Transparent
Transparent veins
Transparent
Expectations
We don’t do that stuff around here
Repetition’s unforgivable
I’m not going to hell
(Don’t wait for me to come up with a reason)
Fingers typing
Till the mended bone stops aching
Cartilage’s another story for another day
(White snow can get to fuck if you want my opinion)
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11. |
Beehive
02:32
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Diverted
Funnelled down and out of the way
Discarded rejected washed away
Overlooked
Belittled and pushed aside
Compartmentalised
Never once worrying it might later return to bite
Never once thinking when it bites it will bite hard
Never once worrying it might later return to bite you
Never once thinking when it bites it will bite hard
Exploring
Drawers locked up inside your head
Filed under forget and walk away
Taking charge
At some point it’ll be easier
Perhaps with some help so go ahead
Box cutters
Lock pickers
Mine sweepers
Safe crackers
Beekeepers
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Alex B Kurbis TI, Switzerland
Alex B Kurbis is a punk rock band.
New EP "never had a chance, mind." out Friday 1st December 2023. Yeah!
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