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More Than Meets The Eye
03:11
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Weeping woman, sleeping husband
Underneath the willow
When he wakes she will be gone
Her tears upon the pillow
Fields of barley rushing by
Night falls through the window
Soon she'll be in other arms
Blacker than a widow
Stranger than her dreams
Nothing as it seems
There's more to this than meets the eye
Bleeding sunset, crying moon
Over Seven Sisters
Counting the regretful hours
Slipping through her fingers
Glint of silver in her eye
Blowing strangers kisses
She's a trooper marching on
There's been more hits than misses
Waiting in the wings
Tugging at the strings
There's more to this than meets the eye
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Poor boy, look at yourself
Buzzing around her pretty head
Oh boy, figure it out
She's got time for no one but herself
She don't want your conversation
She don't want you in her bed
She just wants your idle flattery
She just wants to be adored
Poor boy, fooling yourself
Playing all her clever little games
Oh boy, deluding yourself
Like a dog who's chasing his own tail
She don't want your conversation
She don't want you in her bed
She just wants your idle flattery
She just wants to be adored
La la la la
And she knows just what to do
To make a fool of you
And you know that she will never treat you right
You're losing your mind
She's driving you blind
Oh she just wants to be adored
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Starlings
04:40
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Roosting in the twilight
Darkening the dusk sky
A murmuration, a synchronized show
Aerial bombardment
Lifting the embargo
Swimming upstream against the flow
Starlings are here
And I don't know what's going on
Starlings are here
And I don't know what's going wrong
Kicked into the long grass
Stalemate and impasse
The drones gather preparing to fly
Glossy plumage
Picking at the titbits
A clouded vision, a speck in my eye
Starlings are here
And I don't know what's going on
Starlings are here
And I don't know what's going wrong
They swarm as they fly
They wheel through the sky
I thought I could hear a sigh
Starlings they go
To a place no one knows
No chance to say goodbye
The future slowly cancels
Living life in brackets
Looking for a crisis to make it feel real
Primitive accountants
Optimism groundless
Politicians falling asleep at the wheel
Starlings are here
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Signal To Noise
02:47
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Fallen angel with the keyboard smile
Hoovered up in a data mine
Nightingale song a thorn in the heart
Can't be together, can't be apart
It's hard to hear the signal for noise
It's hard to tell the girls from the boys
It's hard to see the trees for the wood
It's hard to tell the great from the good
Fickle mistress room for rent
Inside the isolation tent
Film director on the empty set
Shoots a scene that I can't forget
It's hard to hear the signal for noise
Xeno's tortoise is out in front
Well he's the pick of the bunch
I feel it's coming to the crunch
Statues staring out to sea
Their creators a mystery
Ghosts lost in the fog of time
Volcanic ash, salt, seaweed and lime
It's hard to hear the signal for noise
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Mermaid Hotel
03:40
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When I check in at the Mermaid Hotel
You're already at the bar
Taking the sting from a lemon and gin
Taking a grip of my heart
You show me to your room
The drink goes to my head
Drunk on your perfume
I lay down on your bed
I see you now at the Mermaid Hotel
I see you there with your smile
I am back at the Mermaid Hotel for a while
Sun sinking low in a marmalade sky
Boats bobbing on the sea
Strawberry lips and your caramel smile
Strolling along the quay
You show me to your room
I see you now at the Mermaid Hotel
I recall the bedside aquarium
Where the fish went to hide away
And we had our hideaway too
You are the fire that burns in my bones
You are the sun and stars
You're the desire that runs through my veins
You are a choir of chiming guitars
You show me to your room
I see you now at the Mermaid Hotel
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Southpaw
02:33
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Southpaw, northern soul
Sweet spot, bitter fruit
Wildcat, crazy dog
Skeleton staff pick through the bones
Pacemaker, heartbreaker
Southpaw, too young to live
Southpaw, too old to die
Southpaw, a twinkle in my eye
Southpaw, magnetic north
Hard shell, soft sell
Outsider with an inside story
No guts, no glory
Glazier, window breaker
Southpaw, too old to live
Southpaw, too young to die
Southpaw, a twinkle in my eye
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Blessed Mary
05:01
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Blessed Mary's looking good in alabaster
As she prays to a Chinese boddhisatva
His face is serene, he generates compassion
He meditates on beauty like it's going out of fashion
Donatello's little angle composes a tune
He's fanning his wings on this hot afternoon
The graceful arms of Shiva weave a mystical dance
He beats the time on his hourglass as if he's in a trance
These busts and these figures from kingdoms east and west
Telling a story that can only be guessed
The old Tuscan lion has fallen from grace
It's in the tangle of his mane, it's in the scowl on his face
The young French warrior clasps his head in anguish
He's fallen on his sword and his army has been vanquished
The face of the pharaoh wears no trace of a smile
He's an awful long way from the banks of the Nile
The Madonna and the child appear at the window
They nod to the pharaoh but they can't speak his lingo
These busts and these figures from kingdoms east and west
Telling a story that can only be guessed
The lady in the skeleton shoes flexes her toes
Where she found her feet nobody knows
She takes it in her stride as she polishes the marble
She talks a lot of sense but her message is garbled
Poor Aphrodite has really lost her head
Without her modesty she's one hell of a mess
Madame Juliette evades the clutches of Napoleon
Although she's aged pretty well, she really should have kept her clothes on
The proud Roman emperor, his nose is out of joint
He would go and get a face-lift but he can't see the point
He sits upon the pedestal looking resplendent
Trying to ignore the sleeping attendant
These busts and these figures from kingdoms east and west
Telling a story that can only be guessed
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Manchild
04:02
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Preserved in a jar, locked behind bars
Prowling his cage, feeling his age
Manchild
Gathering dust, chrome turned to rust
Frozen in time, fossilized
Manchild
Manchild seraching for a place in the sun
Manchild curses as the door slams shut
Manchild thirsty but he's stuck in a rut
Carved into stone, fully grown
He would fly from the nest
But he's caught in a web
Manchild
Manchild wondering what it's all about
Manchild crumbling but he's holding out
Manchild stumbling from uncertainty to doubt
And he stares into the distance
But his world has grown so small
And the voice is so insistent
He feels nothing at all
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Memoir
02:53
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We only remember what never happened
We only forget what never took place
I got an unreliable memoir
Written in a smirk across my face
You shouldn't believe everything I tell you
The deceptions, the little white lies
You can see it if you peer closely
The little creases at the corners of my eyes
I got a memoir and I want you to read it
I got a story I want you to hear
I poured my heart out into the pages
Here's my memoir
Imaginary postcards from lands I never went to
Dropped names I couldn't have met
I got to issue a disclaimer
The couplets don't rhyme, the pieces don't fit
I got a memoir and I want you to read it
I got a story I want you to hear
I poured my heart out into the pages
Here's my memoir
I packed my bags in search of the truth
I burnt the pages with the boldness of youth
But I got saddled with the burden of proof
As hard as I try, the finer points escape me
I left them dangling on the tip of my tongue
I have scattered clues to implicate me
The poems I've scribbled, the songs that I've sung
I got a memoir and I want you to read it
I got a story I want you to hear
I poured my heart out into the pages
Here's my memoir
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Echo Chamber
03:21
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I'm getting cabin fever, I need some air
Here in my echo chamber I'm in despair
If you liked that, you gotta like this
Inside the echo chamber, it's lonely in here
Inside the echo chamber, I gotta get out of here
Trapped in an algorithm, swipe left or right
I'm getting tunnel vision, I need some light
If you liked this, you gotta like that
Inside the echo chamber, it's lonely in here
Inside the echo chamber, I gotta get out of here
The cookies crumble on the floor
Makes no sense to me any more
Gotta find me some way out
Gotta find some way of working it out
I'm in a bit of trouble, feel like a fake
Stuck in this filter bubble, one big mistake
I don't like this and I don't like that
Inside the echo chamber, it's lonely in here
Inside the echo chamber, I gotta get out of here
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Vapour Trails
04:15
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Vapour trails criss-crossing in the sky
Laylines, shifting signs
Phantoms from another world
Spirits unfathomed, unobserved
Fleeting visions dissolve among the clouds
Sheet of cirrus draped like a shroud
In vapour trails
Vapour trails innocently roam
Songlines calling me home
Pathways to a sacred place
Here now, then gone without a trace
Apparitions summoned out of thin air
Unencumbered by material affairs
In vapour trails
Unbidden visitors, uninvited guests
Unimagined images, undreamed of events
Vapour trails bridging time and space
Lifelines etched upon my face
Dreamtimes magically recalled
Previous lives animate once more
I see two lovers kissing in the sky
Suddenly a monster breathing wisps of fire
In vapour trails
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Dodo
03:12
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Oh large flightless bird on the Isle of Maurice
You are defenceless, you are obsolete
Oh big clumsy bird, you're a dying breed
Innocence is your downfall
You're so very niaive
Now your number's up
Ah you're thunderstruck
Well I'm sorry to tell you you're out of luck
I'll be wearing black feathers today
The shooting party has begun
The hunter has you on the run
This island is no longer safe for you
Oh large flightless bird, you will have no peace
Cos they're all out to get you
There will be no release
Now you're history
Ah you're salutory
You're about to become a sad memory
I'll be wearing black feathers today
Dodo, dodo
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Fireseed Birmingham, UK
Fireseed's distinctive brand of pop-folk-rock psychedelia is an alchemical blend of melody, mystery, and
melancholy.
As winter bleeds into spring, Fireseed is exploring the first inklings of a new musical project entitled The Red Pill.
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