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Men
02:30
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Men in the public eye
Not showing their weakness
Just fear of bleakness
Men in the public eye
Is that why
You never cry?
With no smile for the quiet guys
From those men in the public eye
Men in the public eye
They fear female engagement
Preferring enragement
Men in the public eye
Come unto us
And unload
No lines for the feminine guys
From those men in the public eye
I know you must
Not feel the rush
Of your ego crushed
For you never trust
The other point of view
What they’re going through
Far from the public eye
Men in the public eye
Is that all you’ve got?
I know it’s not
A crime to cry
In the public eye
Let your cheek burn
So much to learn
Without a smile for the lonely guys
Those men in the public eye
You were meant to feel
Were meant to breathe
Were meant to be
If you could just see
That’s there’s a thing or two
You can learn from her
In the public eye
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2. |
Break The Spirit
03:01
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Break the spirit, break it down
Hold it in your hand, turn it around
Let it fall between your fine fingers
Then pick it up and start over again
A spoken thought, is a new object
A series of pieces, begging to be touched
To be moulded and cherished
A warmth that will soften, and not judge
Break the spirit, break it down
Hold it in your hand, turn it around
Let it fall between your sore fingers
Then pick it up and start over again
Break the patterns, cross that line
Run your finger, over the edge
Let it rest, on a new piece of colour
On a new piece of colour, draw a new line
Break the spirit, break it down
Hold it in your hand, turn it around
Let it fall between your fine fingers
Then pick it up and start over again
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3. |
The Hip Scam
03:45
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I walk
with my heel high.
An instant glow look
in my eye.
I talk so I can
be heard
and so I can’t
hear you cry.
I’ve resources and I can walk away any time that I like.
You will not
notice me
wearing your heart
on my sleeve.
You will
see me arrive
but you won’t
see me leave.
You’re stuck in this town until the day you die.
(long after I slip away).
IT’S SAD DAY
FOR SELF LOVERS EVERWHERE
THE KIDS ARE BABY-FACED
THIS IS THE HIP SCAM
(This is the hip scam)
I bring my Miyaki swirl,
a privileged boy,
and a handsewn girl, then “poof” I disappear.
I feel iconic and turn to stone.
(it’s so ironic I’m never alone).
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6. |
Fulfilment Centre
03:30
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7. |
Imperfect Sense
05:44
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8. |
Where Is The World?
03:56
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9. |
A Memorable Sax Riff
04:04
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