1. |
Out Quickly
02:01
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We won't keep working on like this now,
Pumping blood as quickly as it's coming out.
There's others vying for some time,
How we wish that we could stem the flow, no doubt.
If you wore uniform like forces,
We'd round up the horses,
Whip it out of them.
Let's call it now.
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2. |
Door Knock
02:56
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He's late for work,
Your friend will leave before you,
Reliable and dull,
Don't know what could delay you.
He went straight there,
He shouldn't be much later,
Zipping round about,
Hope he doesn't rush there.
But when blue suits ring the bell,
You'd better come soon and find out,
We'll have a call,
Sustain it all,
Prepare yourself for a fall: no; no; no.
He's late for work,
Your friend will leave before you,
Reliable and dull,
Don't know what could delay you.
He went straight there,
He shouldn't be much later,
Zipping round about,
Hope he doesn't rush there.
But when sharp suits ring the bell,
You'd better come keep them out now,
They'll ask you nicely for your ripped heart,
To put on show for us all: no; no; no. Yeah.
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3. |
Stand Back
03:20
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Parked at the back of the church,
Attending as you ought to - but why?
The coffin shuffling down the aisle,
One hundred children showing the way.
I bet you didn't cry, cry, cry, cry.
You did not say: "hi, how are you",
"What grade? What team? What friends?", hold my eye,
A coffin can't be hugged.
Or held close 'cause you care more than shit.
I bet you didn't cry, cry, cry, cry.
Forty years from now,
I'll get a strange request,
From a sister that I never knew,
I will play dumb how,
More quickly than your health,
Amnesia took what you never knew.
So cry, cry, cry, cry.
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4. |
Graveside
03:04
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Walking back from a grave,
Arm around a shoulder,
Faces are in a haze,
Speaking wisely like someone older.
If I close my eyes I cannot recall you;
Pass the photograph, frozen in time,
Like Dorian Grey or Peter Pan.
Crying all through the wake,
Can it get any harder,
Tears fall down on the cake,
Take me home please, well, someone ought to.
If I close my eyes I cannot recall you;
Pass the photograph, frozen in time,
Like Dorian Grey or Peter Pan.
I see you're dead now.
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5. |
Breathing
02:13
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Quiet, breathing,
Wheezing: low, slow,
This well could be the last.
Heart beats stutter,
Anxious, waiting,
Kicks in another blast.
Lung is stretching,
Tubes are flexing,
This one could be the last.
Eyelids dapple,
Nervous, thinking,
Your role is not yet cast.
Even the wonderful boy needs a day off,
Take your time.
Even the happiest boy needs a day off,
Make it soon, please.
Even the happiest boy needs a day off,
Make it clear.
Even the happiest boy needs a day off,
Take your time.
Happiest, happiest boy.
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6. |
High Days
01:57
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Each year, you don't send kisses,
Every celebration you miss,
My calls have a reply? No,
There's no wedding, birth or Christmas.
I miss you on high days,
And in those other ways,
When you ignore me.
I miss you on holidays,
Please call me.
Each year, you don't send money,
Every celebration you miss,
Each year, you don't hold my stare,
Every affirmation, resist.
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richaux England, UK
richaux is a band from Essex, UK … producing synth tunes, usually from the introspective, dark, edgy, angsty end of the spectrum. Hope you enjoy; thanks for listening 🙏
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