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Fresh Envelope
04:45
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Covered in mud to be clean of the soap
Licking the stamp on a fresh envelope
All the right lingo to see what you mean
Never denying the pope
Slating your own pantomime
Holding your head to mine
Hearing your heartbeat reduce
Letting your whims on the loose
Covered in cobalt to keep yourself clean
Reading the shape of a glock magazine
If you can’t swallow
Be sure not to choke on the last of your cocaine remains
Fleeing your own carnival
Pondering the where and the how and why
Only to dine on the rope
Where is my fresh envelope now
Covered in mud to be clean of the soap
Polish the antlers on your antelope
All the right wingers will see what they’ve done
Done, to everyone
Slating your own pantomime
Holding your head just a bit above the water line
Hearing your heartbeat reduce
Mixing your whiskey with juice
Fleeing your own carnival
Pondering the where and the how and why
Do it unless I refuse
Wishing your whiskey was booze
Slating your own pantomime
Holding your head to mine
Hearing your heartbeat reduce
Letting your whims on the loose
Fleeing your own carnival
Pondering the where and the how and why
Only to dine on the rope
Where is my fresh envelope now
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2. |
Gypsy Magic
01:57
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3. |
Punctured Lung
03:42
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Oop I got a feeling that I have a debt to pay
Roll another cigarette and hope it goes away
Watching all the little piggy rolling in the dung
Back is heavy, all a sudden, gonna get a punctured lung
Open up and see a little desperate and
Depressive on the pressure of the air that you will breath
Hopin that your mother cannot see what you have done
Smokin like a troubadour you’re gonna get a punctured lung
Sing a song a penny if the song it will be sung
What was up with Jenny when he made a Gump run
Puffing up a hurricane, could it be perhaps
Feeling like a lung in me oh surely will collapse
I’m sealin’ up the lie
Done Howlin’ at the moon
Won’t be a sewin my
Lung puncture very soon
When I get to going well I’d rather use a gun
If I had the option then I think I would be hung
Wheezing out a tI ny little hole beneath your ribs
Never was the image that you had when we were kids
Never was the image that you had when you were young
When a healthy future was on the tip of your tongue
Was all the intoxication a form of release
Or a way to surely make your organs all decease
Chorus
Open up and see a little desperate and
Depressive on the pressure of the air that you will breath
Hope you share the way in how the draining will be done
Either way you never ever wanna get a punctured lung
Oop I got a feeling that I have a debt to pay
Roll another cigarette and hope it goes away
Watching all the piggys oh and the shit’ll be flung
Back is heavy, all a sudden, gonna get a punctured lung
Sing a song a penny if the song it will be sung
If I had the option then I think I would be hung
Wheezing out a tiny little hole beneath your ribs
Never was the image that you had when we were young
When I get to going well I’d rather use a gun
Climbing up a ladder and I’m slippin on a rung
Falling to a heavy drop and now I hear the claps
Shit I think a lung in me has finally collapsed
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4. |
Love Canoe
05:20
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Would you board a Love Canoe?
For it’s only built for two
Which is your determined side?
I like right
What’ll it be to get flying
Board a Love Canoe
Reaching out
Out into the blue
Which is your determined side?
I like right
I know you get me down
Even in the wind
Rowing it away
But would you board a Love Canoe
I’m bored of waiting round
Doubting what to do
What’ll it be to get flying
Board a love canoe
Stroking all the waves
On a new lagoon
Rippling out upon the tide
I like life
What’ll it be to get flying
Board a Love Canoe
Reaching out
Out into the blue
Which is your determined side?
I like right
Would you board a Love Canoe?
For it’s only built for two
Which is your determined side?
I like right
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5. |
Rolling Down The River
02:59
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No one’s working anymore
You took the diamonds and you rolled them around
To make them look proud
We’re rolling down the river
It’s so slow
I look at you naked
Swimming around
When the water sweeps you clear
Don’t forget to breath my dear
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6. |
Clive & The Rope Swing
02:42
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Life is a river
Build a rope swing
Come tumbling down
You don’t know
How many lives you’ve skimmed a stone upon
But I do
Loads and loads
Got a real neat bivouac
I built
But I couldn’t sleep
For the bear is
Right outside my tent
Or is it you?
Or is it you?
I couldn’t do half
Of whatever you could do
Life’s a stream and
You’re supreme and
Still I dream of
That old rope swing
Come tumbling down…
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7. |
Cellophane
02:39
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Cellophane
I'm walking on cellophane
Why does it see through me?
And why can't I see through?
Cellophane
I'm walking...
I'm walking on
Cellophane
And when you sell your soul
And when you sell your soul to the devil
Everyday it's pouring down
Get yourself a raincoat
Cos you won't miss me now
Mary Jane
Oh you again
You ain't kind eyes to leave me blind
Cellophane
I'm walking on cellophane
Cellophane
I'm walking
I'm walking on
Cellophane
And when you sell your soul
And when you sell your soul to the devil
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8. |
Euphoric Collapse
03:12
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9. |
Slumber
03:37
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Would you, board a love canoe?
For it’s, only built for two
Which is, your determined side?
I like right
Quiet
When you’re sleeping
Don’t wake the babe
From a slumber
Silent
When you’re creeping
Don’t wake the babe
Don’t wake the babe
Feet down
On the man’ll go
Headlong
Into the unknown
Witches owning all the spells
Of your love
In my head
Quiet
When you’re sleeping
Don’t wake the babe
From a slumber
Silent
When you’re creeping
Don’t wake the babe
Don’t wake the babe
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George Styles Abbots Langley, UK
George Styles is a musician and producer from Watford.
All his music is produced from a small
garden shed studio, experimenting with a variety of genres and frequently collaborating with other musicians and singers.
Incorporating a combination of acoustic and electronic instruments, Styles approaches his musical composition almost cinematically, not shying away from any form of variety.
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