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Tentacle
03:01
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A tentacle appeared to me in my dreams,
beckon'd to the sea,
so I built my submarine
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Wet weather at the bottom of the sea again
Ship's log; better grammar than my speech has ever been
Heavy tide doesn't touch the Submarine at all
I woke to a bad dream
Thick smoke clouds my judgement and my head again
New bout of the misery, her it comes again
No doubt we're descending deeper once again
I woke to a bad dream
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3. |
Blue As
02:41
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Spent a year figuring out what I want to do
Giving up time getting these hands used to tools
It's a long way down from here
Too many years putting out fires,
let it burn
Everlasting border to the sea, there I'll turn
Crumbling submarine lowered in the water
heavy letter to your daughter
Perfect passage to the bottom
shattered wishes, heard you've got them
leaving lovers, I forgot them
It's a long way own from here
A past full of mistakes,
A handful of handshakes
A bag full of painstaking writings and an earthquake
A rope like a bad snake
A helping of my mother's cakes
Sound that your heart makes,
a beauty that you can't take
A sentence you can't take
A sentence you can't fake
The path that your life takes
crumbles beneath your feet
And I'm beneath the sheets
I am within your sheath
More tender than a peach
More salty than the sea
Blue as stronger waters
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4. |
Insecure Anchor
03:32
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Something is different
Something has changed
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5. |
A Letter
01:33
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Selfish so-and-so, sat at the controls
held a razor in his right hand
held it right up to his soul
Did you say 'let go of the controls,
selfish so-and-so' no
Oh no
Wealth of wisdom in a wreckage buried
just below the sand.
All hands, stand by.
Dry land, goodbye.
We'll be miserable, but we'll be miserable together
Friend
Don't forget our favourite songs
and how I cried when you were gone
and when you said that we belong
safe and sound
in the belly of the beast we built
from drugs and cigarettes
sort of wishing we were dead
But we made it out
and we're jobless now
and we're singing louder than before
because we can't stand
I can't stand
on my own
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6. |
Up There
02:11
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Wrote a letter to you
from the deep, tender, blue
and I hope you respond
because post is quite rare down here
Guess I might see you up there
Split an orange with you
that's when I said to you
that 'I'm leaving the city, and I'm living underwater'
And you said ' it's okay'
If I'm better this way
and you kissed me goodbye,
you're the only thing stopping me
And I might not see you up there
and I hope I see you up there
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7. |
Enough Rope
03:08
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Standing at the seaside
letter tied to a brick, usually a bad sign.
Not
This
Time
Patient of the workplace,
stole a pen to spite the boss
a martyr
you're a disgrace.
My
Miss
Grace
Departure at the front door
left behind, the harbour like a portal
wish it opened up to my
door
Never enough rope
Seven miles deep mostly
but deeper in some spots
postcode measured in knots
Read the book I gave you
A. A. Milne's Not That It Matters
made u
Think about us in our bed
Cigarette paper
as an alternative to bookmark
fraying near the spine and
it's holding your place for next time
Sat in a deck chair
remember I betrayed you
'I forgive you'
came, aloud, from your sweet, fair
mouth, I wish I was up there
Never enough rope
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8. |
Ohms
05:06
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Frayed threads from my uniform
spell out
'Are you okay, son?'
Stumbled passage of my autobiography
says 'No'
Wishful thinking told me
prayer could retrieve you
but you're 16 years undone
melting faith collected in a condensing chamber
alcohol made of love
Empty corridor, ringing with voices
source is unknown
Empty cabin 4
waiting for you
uniform is folded, pressed
with a letter
'hope you're doing fine'
Earth fault loop impedance
pointlessly measured
since there's no earth down here
Fully submerged in my favourite atmosphere
wish I'd brought you down here
Ohms and ohms, resistance pulls at my guts.
Your voice is not on board this vessel,
yet, your voice rings through my vessel
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Whale
03:16
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Sparked up a rollie in my cabin
probably shouldn't do this.
The smoke fills up my room
and I would happily drown
Wrote in my diary,
probably shouldn't write this.
I miss the way you fuck me
Record collection ringing out from the bookcase
personal belongings overstated my stated
allowance.
No remorse
Look through the porthole
Whale
If only I'd thought of using the radio to reach you
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Manhole
03:28
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I'm fine, believe me
there's no need to lie about it anymore.
I'm done conceiving vicious notions
of my soul being sore.
It's easier to ignore it
with the sound of the engine's
roar
I woke to a bad dream, again
Fell through a manhole
saw all issues and discrepancies.
collapsed through the belly of the sub and
right into the latrine.
Covered in shit, climbed flights of stairs to
control the machine.
I woke to a bad dream, again
If only I'd just stop making such stupid decisions
maybe I'd stop having all these sinister visions
of dying so much sooner than initially planned
hello sadness and, indelibly, goodbye dry land
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11. |
Lighthouse
06:00
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Periscope above the waves
searching for a kinder current
tired, but O2 okay
pressure building, fear
summoned
Close to coastline, slipstream pulling in
SUBMARINERS TO YOUR STATIONS, PLEASE
All of us in one vessel
coming to terms with
who we are
I felt like a lighthouse
Crashing to the sea
Clearly I'm the knackered one
Falling to my knees
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I see the plastic fall like snow
this summer wasn't that great
Since that one summer
many years ago
things haven't been the same
The coral cuts into our vessel like a
guillotine through a traitor
taking water, we might drown
and the sub is sinking down
with my last breath, I'll say the words
'I love you and let me go'
The things you can see from my submarine
are astounding and destructive and inspiring,
whatever that means
It's not a weapon, it's designed for
finding things we've never known
and as the mayday sirens flashed
I just basked in the glow
Cast a shadow on the floor that looked exactly like you, felt the ringing in my ears as if I might just see you
soon
Was nice to know me,
nice to meet the people I am
It was nice to know that we all had a similar plan
The submarine, it hit the seabed
and the water flooded in
We gathered 'round together
like we always should have been
The things you can see from my submarine
The darkness and the solitude
and water rising past our knees
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