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november (act i)
02:15
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lovers are better than friends
lovers are better than friends
lovers are better than friends
lovers are better than friends
what am i doing?
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we're stood outside a landlord's home
i told you that we should have run
and sure as hell we'll both get it
i said you'd never be alone
in this dear world of monochrome
but no, that ain't enough for you
oh, my love is pure
but we'll all love you more in death
we'll love you for sure
but we'll all love you more in death
it's funny how you said to me
how we would always ever be
but we'll all love you more in death
we all have our achilles'
for you it's understanding
that we'll all love you more in death
i saw your face walking down the boulevard
i thought, "screw that bitch", but am i thinking too hard
about a life lost and coated in the deepest depths of waste
you said "hey man, what's the haps these days?"
as if the months of torture were just a passing phase
and i was tempted to run but all i could say was "no"
oh, my love is pure
but we'll all love you more in death
we'll love you for sure
but we'll all love you more in death
it's funny how you said to me
how we would always ever be
but we'll all love you more in death
we all have our achilles'
for you it's understanding
that we'll all love you more in death
(left channel)
silence is never key
when you're living the american dream
i'd die and i'd make it a show
i'd die and make sure that everyone knows
something's up, something's down
a pink eared wolf in a dressing gown
the deliberation of imagery
the idea or image of me being free
(right channel)
get the nails out with the glitter glued on
rock a pink shirt, else get yourself a new one
all pent up or falsified
it's in these words you hear my cries
the anecdote of a cursed bride
the aftermath of a suicide
gotta dial your number and take a pick
your friends won't stay, can your lovers stick
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3. |
lonely summer song
03:35
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what about the time when i
fell into the waves so hard i cried
there's no excuse and and no way out
this summer's gonna give me jack to talk about
close your eyes, it's a brand new day
freak in the sand, gotta change my ways
i'm cast out far, i'm removed from sight
singing out loud to weezer white
these memories are starting to taste like a counterfeit
is anybody asking?
and i'm acquainted with the novelty of feeling like (shit)
is anybody asking?
what about the time when i
fell into the waves so hard i cried
there's no excuse and and no way out
this summer's gonna give me jack to talk about
on and on, on and on
i drown my sorrows in my favourite song
again and again, i'll tell you when
the summer lives up to its name
the summer lives up to its name
i'm locked inside, i sleep all day
i live my life through the songs they play
my friends are out, they're getting sick
cos clearly loneliness is worse than a pandemic
who am i to enjoy myself for a little bit
is anybody asking?
i'll namedrop covid so you'll laugh at my supposed wit
is anybody asking?
what about the time when i
fell into the waves so hard i cried
there's no excuse and and no way out
this summer's gonna give me jack to talk about
on and on, on and on
i drown my sorrows in my favourite song
again and again, i'll tell you when
the summer lives up to its name
the summer lives up to its name
the summer lives up to its name
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this is jarring for you? well it's jarring for me
an out of place interlude, an awkward conversee
i think i'll make some friends, i don't like my old ones
maybe someone to talk to, maybe someone to love
don't dream big boy, don't look around
you love your screen more than you love yourself
it's lockdown baby, just deal with it
but for now i'm stuck at home tryna make friends on the internet
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5. |
django (act ii)
02:32
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django
don’t you go away
don’t you think that it’s okay
to leave
to end your life
you’re a good guy at heart
the one who wants me in their arms
and who am i
to say you’re wrong
but who am i
to play the saviour
when i sometimes
need the saving
he's back again
he's damaging again
he needs a friend
to tell him his life shouldn't end
django
the world is ending, you’re better now
i swear you love to make shit go down
for the benefit of thine
i’m a trainwreck at heart
you’re aware of that, for a start
but still you try
to play my strings
when all you desire
is somebody to hold you
despite who ends up
being said somebody
he's back again
he's damaging again
he needs a friend
to tell him his life shouldn't end
django
you know i can’t take flattery
but it’s nice to hear that it’s
somewhat cute
when i flounder with my words
maybe i'm just like me
because i think it's effort making enemies
but clearly you're into that so that's cool
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6. |
he
03:31
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he's got a face like an
i don't know, no i mean it
i don't know what that face en-
tails, but i guess it proves the
love, running, can you feel the
love, love is running through the
air in copious amounts
to the point where it kinda starts to clump
my november darling dressed in pink
and donning stripy thigh highs
your face, as i had said before
i make up in my mind's eye
suckup to your crimes cos they can't
be too bad once they're done
reaping the rewards cos all your
flaws are just small ob-sta-cles.
well, i guess that i'm a messed up lover half the time
but i'll accomplish what i set to do and make you mine
where's the heartache?
i'd take back and redefine what qualifies as having crossed the line
and kill my friends if you'd have said, i'd happily oblige
where's the heartache?
i got my friends in the
back, and they're rubbing all their
hands, with an alcohol rub
before they stop and start to
bawl at the sight of the
girl they adored
holding hands with a boy she adores
but she's oblivious to the
motives. the motives!
keep up and try to focus on not
screwing up again, try not to
lose your only friend
he's a snake, in their eyes
so is joy all worth the grind?
so kampai to your eyes
and your soul, and your smile and you're
crawling out of my justification
how do you plan to be free?
airdrop me your invitation
and raise a toast to you and me
well, i guess that i'm a messed up lover half the time
but i'll accomplish what i set to do and make you mine
where's the heartache?
i'd take back and redefine what qualifies as having crossed the line
and kill my friends if you'd have said, i'd happily oblige
where's the heartache?
life through the lover's eyes
a trivial but fun pastime
where's the heartache?
keeping with his flaws is tiring
how many more exceptions to his perfection?
before i say
kampai to your eyes
and your soul and your smile
and your face and perception of life
two, three, four!
well, i guess that i'm a messed up lover half the time
but i'll accomplish what i set to do and make you mine
where's the heartache?
i'd take back and redefine what qualifies as having crossed the line
and kill my friends if you'd have said, i'd happily oblige
where's the heartache?
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your day breaks, your mind aches
you find that all her words of kindness linger on
when she no longer needs you
she wakes up, she makes up
she takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry
she no longer needs you
and in her eyes you see nothing
no sign of love behind the tears
cried for no one
a love that should have lasted years
you want her, you need her
and yet you don't believe her when she says her love is dead
you think she needs you
and in her eyes you see nothing
no sign of love behind the tears
cried for no one
a love that should have lasted years
you stay home, she goes out
she says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone
she doesn't need him
your day breaks, your mind aches
there will be times when all the things she said will fill your head
you won't forget her
and in her eyes you see nothing
no sign of love behind the tears
cried for no one
a love that should have lasted years
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8. |
,the swan (interlude)
01:40
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set this swan afloat
they'll come back on their own
now you're on the receiving end of their punishment
i'll start but won't resolve this argument
i've just come down from my high
your front door looks nice
i can be too free, so can i get away with it
eat my face on my birthday to get rid of it
now i have no face
because you ripped it off and made it your fireplace
now i have no face
bear with me, girl, i'll try not to die today
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wring my body
out my dear
mangle up my remains
feed me to the wolves outside
and my grandkids
slowly my insides turn
poisonous over time
spit me out, writhe and die yourself
my, my twisted mind
and as the bough breaks
you're born again
walk my mind out
until i join you
who am i to cry
if i don't see you again
if something's wrong with me
i'm dying too
i reckon that the grave looks right
i don't see nothing wrong
mother cleans the house and the children
ready for the funeral
young child,
no one lives for eternity
quit while you're ahead
cos one day you'll join too
and as the bough breaks
you're born again
walk my mind out
until i join you
who am i to cry
if i don't see you again
if something's wrong with me
i'm dying too
noelle, since we moved to the city
the sky's been obsidian in our sleep
i'm broken hearted
but still i wear love on my sleeve
because we'll all sleep for
three summers more
cos when the bough breaks
you're born again
walk my mind out
until i join you
who am i to cry
if i don't see you again
if something's wrong with me
i'm dying too
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hands tied
i wish i could just leave
and formally
be your enemy
because
the shadow isn't dead
he wants to be your friend
you're not
in love with me at all my dear
you're not
in love with me at all my dear
my dear
the other night i was dreaming that my
cat was alive again
we dug her body out
from 'neath the blackberry bush
and she was walking and shit
and her heart was exposed
but i mean at least it was beating
cos when i woke again it wasn't
and mine was, it was racing
because i thought she must be lonely
and scared, six feet under
and i wanted to claw at the
dirt and make sure
that she was okay
and if she wanted to
we could both swap places
but you don't see my
hands tied
i wish i could just leave
and formally
be your enemy
because
the shadow isn't dead
he wants to be your friend
you're not
in love with me at all my dear
you're not
in love with me at all my dear
my dear
at least get to know your victim
before you make the strike
cause it was just two days ago
and i was crying at night
and i put something on
i think it was radiohead
but i don't recall the details
but at least it's more than you
would ever know
i'm here to be warm when you're
cold, can't afford to be
honest about me
i'm not your november darling
just please let me out
let me scream, let me shout
but my hands are tied
i wish i could just leave
and formally
be your enemy
because
the shadow isn't dead
he wants to be your friend
you're not
in love with me at all my dear
you're not
in love with me at all my dear
but my hands are tied
i wish i could just leave
and formally
be your enemy
because
the shadow isn't dead
he wants to be your friend
you're not
in love with me at all my dear
you're not
in love with me at all my dear
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11. |
faith
09:50
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guess i was never that close anyway
but should've been for a while now
might need an afterlife now
i read the scripture with difficulty
my family would be disappointed with me
with me
cos i'm more distant
i'm missing out
i'm more distant
i'm missing out
why don't you come sleep beside me?
i'll tell you stories of these eighteen years
and you can tell me what a prophet is to you
who are you? what you do?
man-child of the state
glorious sinner
cos i'm more distant
i'm missing out
i'm more distant
i'm missing out
i've lost my faith
i've lost my faith
what's so good about what i say
one kiss won't make it okay
i've lost my faith
i've lost my faith
what's so good about what i say
one kiss won't make it okay
i'm more distant
i'm missing out
i'm more distant
i'm missing out
i'm more distant
i'm missing out
i'm more distant
i'm missing out
missing out
missing out
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12. |
concussion (act iii)
03:51
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what was his name?
i swear he had another but it's
left my brain
i swear i had some but they're
dropping like flies, born to die
born to change their ways and leave this life
i've found out how to make this work
i gotta up and leave town with the ones i love
but i can say "i love you" to anyone
and any three words can make me feel like i belong
someone's out there
someone wants to care
who are they? a friend?
a lover? family?
i am out there
i want to care
who am i?
who am i?
someone said i was a junkie for this thing
someone said i was a junkie for this thing
someone said i was a junkie for this thing
someone said i was a junkie for this thing
who am i?
why does change take me by surprise?
why am i rife with
denial with, the tiring
cliche of coming to my senses
the lover's just a tired role
i hate my peers for not saying so
but love them more than anyone
i'd said i'd ever loved before
someone's out there
someone's out there
someone's out there
someone's out there
friends are better than lovers
friends are better than lovers
friends are better than lovers
friends are better than lovers
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13. |
18 (outro)
01:44
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the blasphemer turns 18
he doesn't have much to tell to his children
something inside of him screams
of regret and bitterness, he never made many friends
guess i didn't die at the age of sixteen
your childhood's a trainwreck, then a distant memory
was everything worth it? if it was, did i deserve it?
happy birthday to me
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