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'lost songs: volume one' lyrics
gothgirl killer

the deeper part of me,
it could see right through you.
the deeper part of me,
could see right through to you.

stumble in the heat,
fail to find the new beat -
it's always out of reach,
it's always out of reach.

you and me, me and you
left with nothing else to do
but stare at dirty underwear
and cease to care, and cut our hair.
sleepwalk through the day,
find new ways to pay.

chorus:

I'll love you til you love me,
I'll love you til you love me,
I'll love you til you love me again.

(repeat)

Rita Hayworth, love goddess,
slips into her favourite dress.
I look at you, you're such a mess -
but that's the way I like you.

crumble in the rising heat,
fail to find the perfect beat -
it's always somewhere out of reach,
but what the hell can I do?

falling to the kitchen floor,
wishing that you loved me more.
my legs too weak, my eyes too sore.
my back against the broken drawer.

the letter never came.
the days all felt the same.

(chorus x 2)

until it kills you...

broken in two, I'll see you through.
broken for you,
until it kills you.

(chorus x 2)

 

all the reasons

I swallowed you picture perfect,
I wallowed in perfect pictures -
truth reflected in your eye.

I followed the road to treason,
I tried to explain my reason,
fit my words to your disguise.

chorus:

all the reasons in the world

can't make me make-believe it - (maybe in time)
all the reasons in the world.
after you heard it,
you asked, "is it worth it?" - (maybe in time)
all the reasons in the world.

in the open air, it's hard.
with the clothes we wear, it's hard.
in the end, there's only us.

in the rooms we share, it's hard.
with your constant stare, it's hard.
in the end, there's nothing much.

(chorus repeat)

throw it all away, don't throw it all away,
don't throw it all away...

 

samaritan snare

jimmy small heeds his call
to lead the dancing girls -
teaches moves to latin grooves
and acrobatic twirls.
you alone, on the throne,
wonder where the future lies.
if you could, then you would
sever all the family ties.

your brother turned out kind of weird,
changed his pants and disappeared.
said he'd found the motivation
to climb above his lowly station.
use your voice, use your vote
to see who'll put an end to hope.
use your voice, use your vote
to see which way the shit will float.

chorus:

what do you do when it moves too fast
and everything is past
(everything has passed)?
too tired to try, and too weak to last -
everything is past,
everything has passed.

 

the night sky

thought so fast, I ran out of thought.
chased the wind, and found myself bought.

music sounds with echoes of youth,
loaded up with visions of truth
(the more I felt, the less that I knew).

chorus:

the night sky, the sweet earth.
the night sky, the sweet air.
I never knew what hit me.

fragrance clings like smoke to my clothes.
autumn trees shed leaves over me.
colours bring new life to the earth.

chorus 2:

the night sky, the sweet earth.
the night sky, the sweet air.
I tasted heaven, and it hurt like hell -
the higher I climbed, the further I fell.

among the trees -
smell the damp from the branches,
listen to the river.

I take the leaves,
scrape this sin off my skin,
breathe in the sweet air.

(chorus 2 repeat)

(chorus 1 repeat)

I never knew what hit me.

(repeat until fade)

 

catford gun supply

(instrumental)

 

days like these

all boys are snakes, all girls eat cakes,
their stupid noise keeps you awake,
like visions of those bowie fakes
your evil parents love to hate.
he looks at you and you can't speak -
and all you see are mysteries,
and images from history
of greedy men from sicily.

chorus:

on days like these,
you just can't breathe.
on days like these,
when love deceives.

Jane's boyfriend's still a crashing bore,
Tom's wife became the village whore.
the prices in his corner store
just make you want to smash the door.
the gift he sent you wasn't new,
the love he gave you wasn't true.
he said "forever" - now you're through.
you need to find some things to do.

(chorus x 2)

 

days in the trees - bach

(instrumental)

 

paradub

(instrumental dub version of 'painting paradise')

 

hard shoulder

(alternate instrumental version of 'soft shoulders')

 

love among the white trash

you lie on the carpet,
you smell of sweat and talcum powder.
I'm so tired of fighting,
so tired of being alive.

won't you kiss my neck?
won't you soothe the pain that wears my body down?
won't you be my strength?

chorus:

deliver my soul (love, love, love among the white trash)
... (love, love, love among the white trash)
deliver me whole (love, love, love among the white trash)
I will be your strength (love, love, love among the white trash)

(chorus repeat)

the weight of all these days,
and the hurt of all these shapeless years -
I'm tired of healing bleeding hands
and hearing empty talk.

(chorus x 4)

(repeat to fade)

 

amateurwahwah

and what if you should fall?
and what if you should follow?
and flame goes out,
and heart grows wild with sorrow?
and what if you should give?
and what if you should suffer?
and time gets tight,
and damp sheets are your lovers?

earth is moving, heat is rising.
sun is calling, calling you to the dream.

chorus:

the sky was never so blue,
the air was never so sweet,
the world was never so new,
you feared the loss of fear.

you hear their laughter,
their stupid laughter.
you shake with boredom,
shake your boredom away.

(chorus repeat x 2)

 

drug me

take the short cut and take it slow,
to the place where we always go.
take the short cut and take it slow,
and cover the land like buffalo.

chorus:

it feels so real,
it feels so true
(endless days with nothing left to do).
it feels so real,
it feels so right
(it's hard to fight when you're as high as a kite).
like a ship of light
in my sea of night,
with a lover's might
you drug me.

no uglier place than this.
do you know how hard it is
on the century's super list
of all the sick and the pissed?

(chorus repeat)

it feels so real,
it feels so right
(it's hard to fight when you're high as a kite)

(repeat)

like a ship of light
in my sea of night,
with a lover's might
you drug me.

 

pale as angels

off the boat
and on the shore -
so pale,
like angels.

off the boat
with dreams of more -
as pale
as angels.

pale...

as angels...

 

coming through slaughter

I'll tell you why I did what I did.
I'll tell you why I lied and I hid.
I wasted lifetimes in the heat of machines.
I gave my mind up to the stars in my dreams.

why try to walk when the roots are shaken?
why try to talk when your vision is breaking?

(repeat)

chorus:

coming through slaughter,
coming for you.

I'll tell you why I said what I said,
I'll tell you why the feeling is dead.
your desperation left a shadow on me -
your blank expression shaped my true destiny.

why try to walk when the roots are shaken?
why try to talk when your vision is breaking?

(repeat)

(chorus x 2)

coming through slaughter (taken in by the taste of you)
coming through slaughter (taken in by you)

(chorus)