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A Young Turk
01:56
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You’re not who I’d expect would knock down all my doors
Sneaking through the Sorbonne in summer clothes
The tea is bitter and the crescent’s hanging low
Upstream the students used to come in fours
You’re in the water
I’m drinking soda
The green pathway to the
Courtroom where my father’s waiting
The bloodied press that prints his paper
You’re all I ever wanted knocking on my door
Sneaking through the Sorbonne in summer clothes
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2. |
Labour 16
02:03
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Text me when you’re a wife
And your kid’s up
My battery’s so fucking charged
I’m turbo boost up
Hiding in a happy house
When it’s bright out
Sweating in the skai couch
With the blinds down
Trees talk when I walk
On to my day job
Labour’s always very calm
With these markets
Handpicking fresh fruits
From Cuzco fork truck
And my garments are
Always spun by you
Talk slows down
In your history trunk
Groping around
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3. |
Parks and Recreation
01:17
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I’m not the only one who goes to the park at night
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4. |
Juju Jubelpark
02:10
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If I dropped off, I’m paying it no mind
Yeah my baby thinks I’m alright now
Better keep me on her right side
Chained like the pearls on her arm
3”x 3” visa in my new passport
And she walks around in U.N. clothes
Still sitting on the same train though
Yeah she’s my luck and my charm
My luck and my
She’s my luck and my charm
My luck and my
She’s my luck and my charm
Past the Tuna God in the darkened nook
We were hexed by Montezuma’s coat
Saw a picture from a comic book
Then the rainclouds covered the park
With my paddle and my white vest
With her outside I am at my best
When we dress she wins the contest
Yeah she’s my luck and my charm
My luck and my
She’s my luck and my charm
My luck and my
She’s my luck and my charm
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5. |
Night Scene
02:13
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Laying in your car
I had a feeling with a halo
Lifted off the backseat
To a night scene
Out of sight
Out of sight
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6. |
The Happy Valley Sect
01:55
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Not another fucking beautiful day
Lately I’m feeling down
With my chest I followed you to the station
Shoot away, look I’m lost without you
On the French Riviera
Leave me hanging
In the Happy Valley
Leave me hanging
Just a bad day, today
I don’t want to see you die without me
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7. |
Books
02:02
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After reading books I lost my way
But as the sky turned rosy red
I heard the children go to bed
The tree trunks mirrored in the waterway that curbed
And lilacs too, they’re ringing
Like the grass when I was seven
Burning at my shoulder blades
When the sprinklers turned on
After twenty books I lost my way
But when I passed the embassy
The fog was clinging at my knees
The people jogging past in polyester tights
And two canoes were sliding
To the ocean and its tidings
Making shadows on the high cliffs
As my flashlight turned on
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8. |
Aubrey Boccanegra
02:42
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You used to call me on my cellphone
From the throne that I seat
From the TV’s high street
Soundtrack of my big lack weighing heavy
Picture of your best friend getting fitter
Rolling on the floor out of envy
I’m selling views of myself moving through blue anterooms
From the throne that I seat
From the TV’s high street
Soundtrack of my big lack weighing heavy
Never look ahead
The future’s bad
We won’t be back
Looking gloomy in tightly furnished apartments
Drinking kale shakes and dreaming of going farming
To PhD or not to that’s a big question
And she’s still at home and writing her thesis on Woolf’s indigestion
I watched the summer fly
Behind a laptop and black blinds
My bedroom smells like dry sausage
And in the nightclub I never heard a God calling
Never look ahead
The future’s bad
We won’t be bad
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9. |
Regatta
00:38
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Never thought I would be sinking in a boat
the size of my grandfather’s car
Came all the way from the Midlands
to swim in the Watersportbaan
Yeah, that’s right
I’m drying all my clothes tonight
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10. |
The Temple
03:08
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We’re in a place
Where we are underneath the moon
Our ships are docking
As the night birds sing their tune
We’re in a place
Where pillows cushion everyone
Free Wi-Fi in the corridors
We’re trying new habits on
We’re in a place
Where things are just getting started
Our signs are clear
And the bounds are still uncharted
We’re in a place
Where candles light all the halls
Everything I see and feel is colorful
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L.R. Flores Ghent, New York
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