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My Unknown Companion
04:24
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My Unknown Companion
Don’t stare no more your looking glass
You are full, you are finely made
Swimming in the deep suburban nothing, you are something
So save me from the undertow
My unknown companion
Waits unseen, waits unseen
In the hallway and she listens
In the dark, for my heart
You put them out in a flood of doubt
Catholic candles, pink plastic sandals
On holiday, the end of May
With your family and friends, Visigoths and Vandals
A greater god than my own,
Coughs a nervous cough in the hall
A nervous hand is withdrawn
No one’s seen her lately, I think she’s moved away
And now I leave my wishes
In their new clothes, at the new school
I much prefer the old days
As things were all those years ago
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Leg Bone Flute
06:00
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Leg Bone Flute
I have been cut from the fabric of a sheet
That lined your sick bed, which you kept for reasons lost
You are a ghost and I carry on your secret
For reasons lost I carry you inside
And in the copper of these strings there lies a virtue
There is a collar for a hound you used to own
It's the last straw, it's the final disappointment
It's the hunger you used to own
Leg bone flute, leg bone flute, leg bone flute
Leg bone flute, leg bone flute, leg bone flute
You were born by means of deception
By my light you were shown to be lost
You're in love with the struggle, you've got no time for other
Infatuations, loves or complications
Can you find love in loneliness?
Can you find a home in hate?
Is there hope in your despairing?
Do you win by a crashing mistake?
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Happy Ending Vampire Story
She talks in tongues, have you heard about her?
Her work is never done and she crawls about on all fours for fun
In the land of the living she keeps on giving
She talks in tongues
And I love her as a fable I will help her if I'm able
She wore white to my funeral, she wore white to my funeral
There are holes in her memory, there are coals in her eyes
There are spaces in the places where her loving used to hide
She is cold she is dead and she drinks the blood of strangers
And I'd like to get to know her more despite the obvious dangers
Maybe this will be
A happy ending vampire story
Maybe
I have worked for the devil, I’ve run errands for the priest
I am always overworked and underpaid to say the least
So I'm tired of pleasing masters I am pleased to take a mistress
Of the rich she is the richest she has seven lovely sisters
Maybe when she bites me I bite back
Maybe when I smile she smiles back
I have staked my heart on her, I'll have to stake her in the heart
I like silver I like garlic I like sunshine she likes art
But then I think about her often and my heart begins to soften
And I invite her in as she grins a toothy grin
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Lock Keeper's Daughter
03:52
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Lock Keeper's Daughter
I took up with a weird ghost
Who walked in the shadow, spread seeds in the meadow
And haunted the water, my memory falters
She spread sadness and rumours, handwritten notes of the fury consuming her
Bargained and bought her, I've been here before her
I got carried away, there is nothing to say,
She is long gone and I still remain,
If I wait, if I wait she will come back again
Oh horror, oh horror
She was the lock keeper's daughter
Here I walk and I walk,
From deep in the town to the deep where I drown
And I call out to her though no one is there
I took over her post
By the delicate increments smaller than salt crystals
She threw me over and I fell before her.
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Black Dog
03:42
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Black Dog
Grating on a feather brave Master McGrath
I wore you on my shoulder, I bore you on the path
I swore I’d be a soldier, I’d rather be a priest
You will wait for nothing but company at least
Black dog right beside me
The injured line the streets to welcome you home
The mourners wearing feathers never waive their fees at all
I wish you a safe journey, I break a bottle on your head
I think there’s something wrong with me I should have drunk it back instead
Black dog right beside me
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven times you asked her
Does this thing go any faster?
Hey we see the effigy, eight times she whispered
Disaster, disaster
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4:38am Stand-Off
04:47
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4:38am Stand-Off
I bring my words towards your head with a terrifying speed
I spell your name in the sand, I clip the wings of a flea
Wide is the view in my window I have insincere dreams
My poems written absent minded while the TV is on
Pass on these words from my heart that I take it all back
It doesn't really make up for all the things that I said
For all my absences and lapses please forgive and forget
That I plagiarised and lied I give as good as I get
The fear of failing son is on me
There's things I never did that haunt me
The flickering failing sun is slowly fading away
Before I had the chance
Before I had the chance
I hitch a ride in your car I nail my flag to your mast
I put you first in the list of those I want to come last
I make a fire of your work and as it burns it's my muse
It keeps it me warm in the morning keeps me cold and confused
A man's as strong as his bones and his bones made of dust
The work he does in his life is just smoke in the gusts
Are there really things in the breeze
Your name my name carved in the trees
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7. |
The Dreams of Animals
04:28
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The Dreams of Animals
You are like the dreams of animals
You are half finished with an inexplicable delight
You wear the skin the fur the feathers of another life
I have fallen further faster ever, ever, ever
I had a plan, long, long ago
But it went wrong
And it's too late, not long to go
Below, below, below
You are a velcro puppet confession box
Sin flounders on your rocky promontory helplessly
I leave a note I pay the bill there is a trace of me
I build an alibi from tiny pieces of the universe
Faith in love will undo your dreams
The dreams that lie in darkness in the comfort of the night
Only love will undo your seams
You have survived so many times
It's no surprise your stitches strain
And your patches are a patchwork
Throw it out and start again
As if to quote yourself repeatedly
Will somehow clear your head
The thread is lost and now unravelling
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Cartoon Telephone
04:52
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Cartoon Telephone
Sad songs when she’s happy
Christmas carols when she’s dead
Life will never be the same
Flowers for lovers
Christmas crackers on her deathbed
Not like the others
You can’t believe what other lovers say
She’s a part of a plan that swiftly came apart
She’s a part of a scene, doomed to failure from the start
She calls me two sheets to the wind
But I’m not in to that my dear
Piano, Anvil, twenty tons
All suspend above my head
You hit me with a frying pan
My head goes flat but springs back again
I run and I run right off the cliff
My head still spinning, I wonder if
Life will ever be the same?
She said she was a lonely girl
I said this is a lonely world
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Bad Things
05:49
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Bad Things
Can’t believe you’re out, falling all about
Causing all the wrong vibes
Everything you do makes me think that you
Don’t give a fuck tonight
Bad things happen on the brink
Happen when you drink
Don’t you think?
Good things happen to the good
Happen when they should
If they only would
Most people think you’re mad
You seem to have it bad
Born in to the wrong time
Daytime you wander streets, count the cars
And heart beats, time leaks
Oh lay me out
Like you’re a cannon ball, a boxer or a wall
Oh follow me
Off to war or on the breeze or out to sea
For any time, for a crime
Would you like to wait in line?
Old men have the same days as you
They have the same point of view
Aching but try not to let it show
Oh for a dream, for anything
My memory fails
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St Cecilia's Day
05:52
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St Cecilia's Day
In a house, in a town, I could throw my arms around
The failure of a fear that runs from there to here
Oh well she sits next to me though I travel alone just me
I will wait for her shadow to appear I will wait for her year after year
On a horse she rode, through a car park in a suburb
She wore a necklace, half asleep and reckless
Can you help me find a witness?
If you are afraid, don't succumb so quietly
Shout for her oh scream for her oh sing to her delightfully
With love she waits, for losers at the finish line
She hands out the medals whilst the medal winners stand in line
It was Saint Cecilia's day when the fear failed
It was Saint Cecilia's day when I threw my arms around
It was Saint Cecilia's day and she was real
It was Saint Cecilia's day, Saint Cecilia's day
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Moat Hill
05:23
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Moat Hill
As I sat upon the hill, vodka, moonlight, pills
Something heats the air, my human body isn't there
And in the sky I see, a hundred hopeful dreams
Can you believe in human folly? No
Where does the evening go? I wake up in blind confusion
And blind Ophelia weeps for all her bankrupt dreams
A place to hide her body from the fishes in the stream
That nibble at her feet, and saturate her dreams
Can you believe in human folly? No
Where does the evening go? I wake up in blind confusion
Wasn't there a thing that you nearly said to me?
Wasn't there a thing, wasn't there a thing
That you thought but didn't sing?
When you passed out on the Moat Hill
And sitting on my arse, seeing stars through the grass
Some things are for free if you have the guts to ask
Tunnels go from here, I wipe away a tear
And take my chances, don't remember, no
Where does the evening go? I wake up in blind confusion
I need your loving eyes, your loving eyes to hold me
You wore a bad disguise, a bad disguise today
As I realise your barricades are falling
It was a bad disguise, a bad disguise today
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Neil Cousin and the Julia Sounds UK
Songs about nothing, stream of consciousness anecdotes and unreliable testimonies to events that never
happened.
Neil Cousin releases albums as a solo artist and with his band, the Julia Sounds. Also occasional lo-fi tape recordings released as White Rabbit.
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