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London You're my High
04:47
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Trembling tube train
Needling through an underground vein
Track marks taking
Me through stations
Hundreds of names
Fly by the pane
Can I get another hit
Of this city?
It was a chrysalis
When it hit me
Tunnels filled with sky
London, you're my high
Trees stand upright
Spoons clamouring to melt the light
Roots go creeping
Junkies seeking
Only delight
They shuffle to flight
They cannot get enough of it
Of this city
Each street a tourniquet
When it hit me
I came up and cried
London, you're my high
Once I thought I'd
Drawn up powdered lines on the sky
Down from dreaming
Tears came streaming
Tasting the lie
Still I reached to try
...
I was in my bed
Wary of the day that lay ahead
And with dying dreams dropping petal-like down to my pillow
Below roots and trains
Billowed from the heavens clouds gave rain
To me
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2. |
Bones
03:13
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Puts meat on the bone
Makes skeletons move
We laugh
We cry
We are so tender now
Our bones are bound
Lips give but beneath
I can feel your teeth
Ready to bite me
So if one day I'm bit
If you're mettle I hit
I'll show
The unknown
Hardness
I have hidden in
My bones
Stones under the sea
Carve and cut your feet
Like knives slice through meat
Hungry bellies groan
Puts meat on the bone
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Morning Finsbury Park
05:39
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Morning, Finsbury Park
When it's still dark
When all the sparks are calling
You to join in their glow
Join them and go
Out to where darkness is falling to
Morning, all answers hid
None but time's bid reveals them
'Though soon you will feel them
Forget them
For you've not met them
All deaths and births
This turn of the Earth
Morning lights half the globe
Sweeps as it goes
Cleaning the souls of those hope had seemed
Dead to the world we are
Under night's charms
Sure of no harm I turn my dreams to
Morning, all answers hid
None but time's bid reveals them
'Though soon you will feel them
Forget them
For you've not met them
All deaths and births
This turn of the Earth
Morning lights half the globe
Sweeps as it goes
Cleaning the souls of those hope had seemed
Dead to the world we are
Careless and far from mourning
Far from mourning
Morning, Finsbury Park
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Owen Duff London, UK
A true adherent to the DIY ethos, Owen Duff creates everything related to his music, from artwork to videos, as well as playing/programming nearly all of the instruments on his songs. His songs that blend influences from folk, 60s chamber pop, electronica, film and TV scores and jazz. Owen's lyrics are inspired by books, films, TV, high and low culture, politics and personal experience. ... more
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