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So, so is this learning?
A way to stop hallucination, make sense of the world
But why when it’s burning?
I could sit for hours and contemplate
There’s a testing room to figure out your traits
Where being alone is clinical
To work out how it’s all going to go until the crematory curtain stalls
This how it is now but it’s just like it was before
How could anyone ever think to know that this was the haze?
That this was the haze
Angel of the slow death, making me think
Is this a test? Simulation? Someone has to take the brunt but am I now a figure of
my own imagination?
We sit and talk America again
Thinking of our endangered friends
I can taste the church and their words refracting in the air
as I cling onto pushing on without them
They’ve hooked and readied themselves to reel in
But I’m a dog with a stare so strong that I can’t take away focus from the birdbath
All that’s left to do is sit and laugh
Let me watch your mouth as I Iay on your bed
Make Auburn colour tears as I cry through your hair
And pretend that all my worries and my cares, they’re like a snare, will fade away
Call it an endeavour, the shaping of a head
The sweat of an existence that's pulled apart and needs a friend
Soaked into your linen and stains what once was fresh but still you stay
Somedays I want to leave you behind
Sitting cold in a chamber away from the light
But others I’m glad to have you by my side
The death of a certain kind of life
Over my shoulder you’re there while I write
Her on the other in the middle a war child
But you take me to the harvest darling you’re my honeyguide
So thank you for the end of a that kind of life
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Head
02:05
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Walking the street that takes my name
The touch of slur and insult covering up rain
I could live forever under indigo light
The chemical in my heart that makes it hurt says otherwise
Lay me in the bardo
The pang now the mirror shows a different face
Only gets louder when I try to change your ways
The covert operator tells me the best that I can do
Is to let you be a ghost and not to misconstrue
Lay me in the bardo
Lay me in the bardo
Lay me in the bardo
Lay me in the bardo
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Yes Love, Forever
04:53
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Oh lady Paris girl to be the other hand, well could it ever be
The flow undoubting flow, maybe one day if I could still and make it clear
But I lie, a crystalline veil upon my face that hides, that hides, that hides
Will this never change?
Yes Love, Forever
Yes Love, Forever
Tell my sleeping legs that one day there’ll be so much more
Are you running round in love?
I’ll play Dillinger to thieve and take it all
One moment takes the day away, the Delphic kiss, the faulting of the floor
A pirouette - I wouldn’t ask for much
But it’s a fallacy, a romantic dream
Yesterday brought some veracity
There’s a thorn in the stride of this beautiful mind
Is this how it’s going to be?
Yes love, forever
Yes love, forever
It’s late again
Is it wrong to think of one so much and for so long?
I’m no good with words you see
I’m no good with anything when it comes to sealing deals like you
I want to live the truth of everything is beautiful and nothing hurts
Oh lady Paris girl
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Clean
05:08
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I know I’m clean
But it’s so warm in here why would I leave, why would I leave?
Staring off the edge of a bed of another
One that isn’t you, I’m alone, cold sweat ruins slumber
It’s not that it’s love just a passing of addiction
The snake in a garden but real and unpredictable
And I’m sorry it’s you but the stillness of it all is the like the purest dream
Something so vacant yet so full, I won’t look anymore
Anymore at the pictures in my hands that make it so easy to pretend
That I’m not really solitary inside this bomb site of a head
Oh to leave this dead dog of a room and move into your clutter
Be the burning in your mouth or the note that drags you under
I know I’m clean
But it’s so warm in here why would I leave, why would I leave?
Everyone you know has to have a bleeding heart
Some could call it winter art but it’s just they haven’t realised
The start of it all for them
No lying eyes for me tonight
Take all the pills and pair them with wine
It's starting to happen all of the time
I don't even like wine
And when you're sleeping in your bed
I wonder if your thoughts are of me instead
Of dreams and wonders that'll go unread
Recent rumours, untimely deaths
Scraping at your heart
I’m sorry it’s you but the stillness of it all is the like the purest dream
Something so vacant yet so full, I can’t look anymore
I know I’m clean
But it’s so warm in here why would I leave, why would I leave?
Everyone you know has to have a bleeding heart
Some could call it winter art but it’s just they haven’t realised
The start of it all for them
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Cheap Wine
05:57
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It was my time to come back around and stay
A dream of white surrender, that finally crept in
A sign of the days, another soul to break
She rode past the window frame, unaware of everything
that I was thinking
the Innocence and empty hopes
They’re still the same as years ago
So now I
I’ll down cheap wine
Keep her on my mind for the night
The perfect end?
Like it was back then?
Not this time, not ever again
Then it all changed as her colt kicked my face to the floor
And we made a life in the back of my car
One we couldn’t keep but we stayed free on your sertraline
Hiding the grief and building up fantasies of infamy and bad things
That could fill the simple hole that we now had to hold
All the while
Drinking cheap wine
Then settling down for the night
After making plans
You’d take my hand
and scream out to the woman upstairs
Say the pain
is the perfect stain
to wipe on the bare wood walls we’d wake to in the morning
And every time
swearing that it’s all a lie
Then turning back to cheap wine
Sitting in the doorway like runaways I saw
In the palm of your hand lay a fresh quiet scar
I think it’s time to save you so let’s move it all
I’ll buy you all the memories that I can afford
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Reprise
01:58
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Reprise
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Dean Parker Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
Dean Parker is first and foremost a guitar player, singer and songwriter who is finally finding his own mercurial
voice.
Born and raised in North-East England, he’s been beneficially brainwashed by the likes of Jason Isbell, Jeff Buckley and Jackson Browne while making sure to come into the fold with his own sensibility and stubbornness.
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