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Lady Love
04:53
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Different dreams and sad suspicions,
Murky dazes and bad wishes stir her heart.
Nothing wasted on the tissues,
Nothing spared from other issues but it shows.
She has wept her full endearment,
She has spent herself on caring - that she should.
Can I make this all seem normal,
Can I make myself be closer to her heart ?
You're my Lady Love.
And I haven't even started crying,
You were once my heart.
I was talking to her Monday,
Caught her looking at a weirdo - that was me.
I couldn't talk coherently,
My tongue tied up in knots why should that be ?
I have run this ground before me,
I have tried and she's ignored me now,
I don't care.
But that's a lie and I will warn you not
To trust yourself in matters of the heart.
You're my Lady Love.
And I haven't even started crying,
You were once my heart.
Do we know if we care ?
Does it show if we're shy ?
Do we bleed in the night ?
Do we lie under the lights ?
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Why Me ?
04:38
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Your poisoned dreaming is draining me and leaving me cold,
Negative vibrations rock your soul sometimes.
All those little people running around your feet,
Searching for a fast food joint and something to eat,
Never going nowhere at all
Because there's nothing to see.
Why Me ?
Did I cause you pain ?
Why Me ?
Falter in my face.
If I could maybe change the scene
Could I lie through all your different shades of osbidian.
Nothing ever changes with your attitude,
My eyes fall open it seems that I have changed your mood.
Passing out the time I spend it in the bars,
Wasting all the time that I spent working hard,
Now everything is old and tired and maybe now I can go home.
Why Me ?
Did I cause you pain ?
Why Me ?
Falter in my face.
If you could only play that part then I'd
Slide through all your diseased imaginations.
Passionless and wasted I lie on the floor,
Watching rats from the basement eat through all of my walls.
Faltering, whispering, living in fear,
Agonising, vaciliating, dreaming in tears.
Never thought to look,
Never thought to smile,
Never thought to thank me for the trouble I bewhiled,
Dreaming about the state I'm in,
Wanting to get home again,
Trying to breathe, Breathing hard,
But I wonder why I bother.
Why Me ?
Did I cause you pain ?
Why Me ?
Falter in my face.
Why Me ? Cos if I ever live I'll play to all your,
Amazing alterations.
Your crazy situation.
Your diseased imaginations.
Your crazed infatuation.
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Don't Suffer in Silence
05:24
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I've swept up after gods in dreams,
Silent like a windless nightmare,
Only easing through with time,
A lost and unfamiliar valentine.
Standing on her own,
With a rage within that rarely, seldom, ever shows.
Like a kiss stung on the wind,
Or a lie I'd not have thought to save,
Much less to win.
Don't Suffer in Silence.
A quickness in me,
A touch that I do not remember gracefully,
And you smile like it's ok,
But I remember what it was I wanted yesterday.
Don't Suffer in Silence.
(In your heart you'll find,
Your soul entwined with an aching longing,
To be yourself.
It's a long road and it's a hard station,
And I've never been so scared in my life.)
Still standing all alone,
With a rage within that rarely, seldom, ever shows.
Like a kiss stung on the wind,
Or a lie I'd not have thought to save,
Much less to win.
Don't Suffer in Silence.
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Fight No More
04:49
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You've seen the sun kiss parts of the moon,
You've seen the sky fall down at noon,
You've known the trampling of tears,
Seen faith disappear.
Known the shotgun blast,
Seen the madman crying, dying,
And lying in their blood,
And when the bombs start pounding,
Will you know enough to fear ?
Don't bomb at all don't battle for them.
Fight no more.
Don't politicise don't criticise,
Those who don't talk of war,
Don't be bitter because you have the chance to make a difference.
In the air you hear screeching,
It's an echo of the fight,
There's a tension in the air,
An echo of despair.
There's no fashion bordered princesses here,
No joyful, loving, lovely lovers.
No compromise.
We're hypnotised.
Don't bomb at all don't battle for them.
Fight no more.
Don't politicise don't criticise,
Those who don't talk of war,
Don't be bitter because you have the chance to make a difference.
Now the army's here,
And there and everywhere.
Nothing left to do at all.
So we all sit at home and change the channel,
While we change our names.
And when the bitterness returns,
We'll turn off the TV,
Close the paper,
Ignore the news,
Try to sleep through torment and abuse.
Try to find something that makes everything worthwhile.
Try to close our eyes and normalise and dignify and ratify our lives.
But that's the way today,
No reaction anyway.
Don't bomb at all don't battle for them.
Fight no more.
Don't politicise don't criticise,
Those who don't talk of war,
Don't be bitter because you have the chance to make a difference.
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Therapise
05:33
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You know that I loved you a little ?
A little bit more inside.
You know that I thought you were something else ?
Like a comet rising.
D'you know that I was hopefless and praying,
With a wish to make you mine ?
D'you know that I thought it was really unreasonable
Cos when I had you I thought I had to hide ?
You mother, your father, your brothers are bleeding.
You're on my conscience and I
Could not connect or be true to another,
Until I'd therapised our demise.
I can still see me running,
Running away from you.
I can still see the panic,
That I thought I would have died from.
And I was in the doghouse,
In therapy inside.
And I was senseless,
Suffering suicide.
Cos I was your bleeding brother,
But I was myself inside.
Outside I couldn't connect it,
To the feelings I tried to hide.
I messed things up completely,
I apologised my teen life.
And I've accepted your ignorance of me now babe,
And here I am living my own life.
You mother your father, your brothers were bleeding,
You're on my conscience and I
Could not accept or be true to another,
Until I'd therapised our demise.
You mother your father, your brothers were bleeding,
You're on my conscience and I
Could not connect or be true to another,
Until I'd therapised our demise.
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Bill Coleman Ireland
Makes music with a laptop, a guitar and a pile of live-recorded loops. Reminds people of Eels, Flaming Lips, Talking
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Spent 2011 writing and recording a song a week - check out the "Throwing S**t at a Wall" album.
Currently working on his third studio album.
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