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George

by Thom Weeks

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1.
Autobahn 03:04
You love her and hate yourself in equal measures and hope that the change in the weather ain't metaphor Each perfect rain drop tells me you've been crying They wrap on my window reminding your ego You love her and hate yourself in equal measures It changes with each conversation and contact Transforming and moulding so beautifully beautiful Bittersweet, touched by your own mirror image and quite disappointed you left without spectacle. Coz you love her and hate yourself in equal measures and drift between bars on the rests of a lullaby You once wrote for her but tore up in indifference, Feigning a smile, as I watch you on fire When you love her and hate yourself in equal measures They prescribe you medicine, tell you you're desperate Shaking in time to that terrible lullaby Meeting in the cracks that you forge between space and time. So, you love her and hate yourself in equal measures and just wanna see her spread out on your mattress Writhing in her splendour all golden and glowing The dream that you yearn for is not where we're going. I caught myself watching you eat at the table I counted to ten, scratched my fork on my dinner plate, You're aching from something, most probably sleeping on floors. Maybe when we're in the car we can worry some more. You love her and hate yourself You're tense to the neck, wrought in sexual frustration We're never alone, someone's perched on your shoulder and sometimes they follow you, feeding you orders. You might never know her the way that you want to. You might not be sober enough to be truthful. You're probably itching from some kind of poison and you're not getting out of the van until January.
2.
Creeps 02:19
You're over it You don't need to scratch that itch Solve your problems lip to lip Now you're taking your medicine and all that truth you dealt From the hindsight of your pen Through your self effacing lens You might never feel that way again Now you're taking your medicine Coz I've always loved that you always feel alone It's something that we share you know Is it sinking in? I liked you better in your skin Before the pills coloured your blue a cold yellow In my dreams we sit On the top of tower bridge Staring towards the precipice The river rages underneath Now you're taking your medicine Always sleep with the radio on Coz it scares you stiff every time you wake alone In the sobering morning afterglow Is it sinking in? I liked you better in your skin Before the pill coloured your blue a cold yellow
3.
Bee Line 03:52
You packed up all her bags then you put her on a plane Made a b-line, preaching smoking for a cure Coz I must admit in the past 12 months I've been a voyeur to A repeated pattern forever and over In a plastic bag you post out her clothes, read a note from someone new An expectant host with convenience in her favour So you wash your hair and you make your daddy proud that you're alive You could jump on the next plane But you're here A tarmac riviera Just another passenger On the wrong road You're the cause and the effect But I suppose you never meant to be it Here comes the rain You've been beat on, picked on and fucked with But you like the words she uses in the order she uses them Still, you packed up all her bags and you put her on a plane What are you still doing here? Why you here? A tarmac riviera Just another passenger On a long road You're the cause of her affect But I suppose you never meant to be it and in this tapestry of bastards we inhabit When you get the chance to smile you should grab it At least make a stab at it Here comes the rain Do you wanna face your fear of getting wet? Save a bucket of your tears and fucking drown in it Here comes the rain
4.
Benzo Blues 04:29
I'll sing you a song You tell me a joke, but you're telling it wrong The punchline is garbled And I'm not in the mood for some half hearted foreplay So I'll cover my face Mask my intentions I'm falling space Tumbling aimlessly Not quite convinced I should really be smoking I feel something Maybe not It's confusing It's the best that I've got When we lie here Inches from touching's to far for me How'd you hold your composure together so easily? Calm like a bomb Rambling rhetoric Laid out toe to toe Fumbling pointlessly Not quite convinced there's a point in me sleeping So shit, what's the point? Self loathingly sarcastic Shift at the joints Suspending everything Trying to skip forward and get on the fast train I feel nothing Maybe not It's confusing It's the best that I've got When we lie here Inching from touching's too far for me How'd you hold your composure together so easily? I'll never know Why I'm making a fool of myself
5.
Pursed between your lips I can sense your bitterness Wild and weary eyed from several night shifts There's something in that stare Glazed but always self aware Irked and anxious, you've had trouble sleeping It's a pity That this city Has grown so cold So forgive her For being selfish And reckless It's not pretty Mate, you look like shit Tell me you're recovering No I'm not taking the piss I just feel like my best friend it giving in
6.
Rotten Mouth 03:06
Come gravitate towards me Ex Lover, exalted, in middle distance Hung up by radio wires Transmitting signals to sleep through the night You just wanna tell her you're lonely But the words seem to rot in your mouth Spit it out Show me you're gravity Lying naked in your bathroom Playacting that you're dying She'd never listen In need of heavy breathing You were never able to sleep through the night You just wanna tell her you're lonely But the words seem to rot in your mouth Spit it out Show me you're gravity Come gravitate towards me and I know it ain't ever getting better and If you should sleep and choose to never wake again Do you think six feet of dirt would make a better friend? An absentee, all absent of gravity or me But then again You don't wanna stay 'til the end You just wanna tell her you're lonely But the words seem to rot in your mout Spit it out Show me you're gravity Don't gravitate towards me
7.
Sofa Stop 03:13
I lost my mind in a hotel in Tokyo Emptied the contents of my stomach onto a machine wash Kimono Praying to god Heaving late night coffee Both palms against the wall I lost my faith at the end of her funeral Oh, cheer that nine strong crowd They worked in her adjacent cubicle There is no god No late night nothing This far from home Regretfully, there's nothing else to do Than play guitar Get high, call in sick and waste my days with you I woke alone In a single room with a view Up on the stage I ooze self indulgence Selling my lack of tact to an inebriated audience Aching to fuck Doesn't life tear you up? So keep you anxiety at bay from your confidence and I'll try to slur you to bed if I can will the common sense I'm not good at that stuff I thin I think too much Replay the simplest of conversations Until it's overblown I'll rip my tongue straight from my mouth before you know In the end there's nothing I'd rather do Than stay inside, get high Write a hundred breathless songs about So you're humming this tune In your single room with a view
8.
Paperdoll girl won't you tear me apart? Practising lines, your origami heart You picked yourself a page and edit me away Do you regret the time that we spent Teasing your chest with a lit cigarette? We set your heart ablaze Now ash is what remains So there's blood on my hands Everyone tells me it's fine She was already set to fly But all jokes a side The brevity and lies There was blood on my hands
9.
There's always something to be said about a country going to shit You've got all the right ideas, you're just not all that eloquent A seconds doubt You've fucked it up Try breathing You seem to make a lot of noise about how you feel you're getting played But you forget about the times between parked cars where she would say A seconds doubt You fret enough Try breathing So you say you're getting bored Of being so damn insecure Can't convince yourself of nothing anymore So did it slip your mind it's harder than you though being on your own? and you kinda thought that things would be alright when you got home? A seconds doubt You fucked it up Try breathing in and out So you say you're getting bored Of being so damn in secure And you feel slightly insane Counting down from ten again and again and again Don't you feel so fucking bored Of being this damn insecure? Can't convince yourself of nothing anymore
10.
Z Sabbath 04:26
Here's a thought Kill the poor Why not just kill everyone? Build machines to tear the sun Acid rain could flood our lungs Die in the room where you were born Where your mothers portrait hung Where your father kept his gun and brought his women So life, before you do your worst Tell me what another year is worth Show me why it all ain't just some dirty dirge Then bring me home Bring me straight home Come morning we're running Turn the key Explode the sun This world ain't fit for anyone Save your pity for the young Swaddled in darkness then they're gone Die in the suit your father wore When he buried mum and saw All the evil enveloping the station concourse He preached your new mentality A human extinction society Preparing his mouth in aid of speech His lips ain't moving Why aren't you moving? And before his body even touched the dirt He said that playing dead was worse He said to gather all the hurt and send it home Send it home Send it all home Come morning we're running Here's a thought Forget the hate We could blot it out for daze In the nauseating haze of purple smoke prescribed for pain Abusing my monopoly On your cancer, your disease Your slip into the reveries of weed and codeine

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released August 17, 2015

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