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Talking/Talking
01:35
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Welcome to Hell
A success story with a URL
I can’t hear myself think with the sound of you patting yourself on the back
It’s not an attempt to normalise a lack of lust for being alive
I’m sure that shaping the world around you makes it easier to control
You don’t have to tell me all your problems
I’ve already read your press release
You don’t feel half as real as you used to
Please don’t try to sell me all your problems
I’d rather cut you off at the knees
I don’t feel half as connected as I used to
There’s a difference between talking about it and talking about it
The difference between talking and talking.
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New Sun
03:50
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I saw the fifth sun being slaughtered this morning
We both smiled as the earth shook and the light disappeared
There was no sense of panic, we just waited till someone
Kindly cut themselves open, then we dipped our bones in the blood
It’s nice to see you happy for a change
It’s nice to see you happy
There didn’t seem to be a hook to let you off back then
Only one that went in my bottom lip and out through the top
But now I’m starting to feel the relief of sharing the blame
And I can imagine a life where love and joy aren’t strangled to death by shame
I can hear the sweetest songs where no two melodies are the same
Now I see the new sun when I close my eyes
Now I feel the new sun when I close my eyes
It lights up over time
It expands over time
I saw the fifth sun being slaughtered this morning.
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Cracks
03:03
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Abstract terms are what I’ve been speaking in
I guess some things are harder to talk about than I thought they’d be
Yet I never seem to get past the point of a quivering lip and a lump in my throat these days
It’s not a case of being dead inside
Just partially desensitised
You said you’re always either drunk and in love or sober and awkward and feeling let down by yourself
And that living this way just takes up so much time
I know I always sound so insincere and make a joke out of everything
But I meant it when I said
No more making arrangements with cracks in the pavement
No need to go back there
You don’t need to go back there
And if you end up half-dead in a hospital bed
You can still make plans from there
I’ll drop by empty handed apart from the details of dreams from a dental chair
Then I’ll go back to a life of absenteeism and claims of being snowed under
I’ll thaw out by the time you’re better
I won’t care about the cracks in my skin
You won’t care about the cracks in yours
And you won’t see those cracks in the pavement
No more cracks in the pavement
I won’t trade sleep for thoughts of something more
And you won’t see those cracks in the pavement
No more cracks in the pavement
We won’t give up when the world’s being unkind
And you won’t see those cracks in the pavement
No more cracks in the pavement.
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Scottish Weekend
02:43
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Chest Pains
03:01
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I see friends turn into monsters in the blink of an eye
And I’ve never known why
Heart and blood to the ground
Heart and blood to the ground
Pulled towards a darkness I can touch
Before I get stuck
Open my world back up
Make peace with the light
I’ve got your calling cards in boxes
Years that wouldn’t pass, blue carpet and broken glass
So I’ll bury you alive just like I did last night
You never speak a word
And nor do I
Only silence and locked eyes
Maybe the bloodline’s not so strong after all
Because I’ve been drinking this down
And since I haven’t gagged once
You show no signs of letting up
And so now I give a green light to the black hole
And let Hell follow.
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19/11/19
02:55
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The same sense of dread against a different background
The same off-key dreams oscillate the same sound
Oh, what a time to be sober!
Oh, what a time to be bitter!
Simply in regards to the way the world works
But there’s no time to feel lonely
There’s no time for what ifs and if onlys
Only time to kill till this all blows over
So I’ll wait here on my own
On the bench at the end of Whitehouse Loan
Scrolling through notes on my phone
Sentimental for a life lived inside my mind
When I look up you appear on the other side of the road
Smiling and poking holes in the lines I couldn’t bring myself to sing
They were just too hard to sing
I wish you didn’t have to go
but the light bleeding out from the side of your skull highlights the hope in everything
Hope is everything
And I hope one day you’ll see that those words have become obsolete
And the blood on my feet dried up long before I called asking for more
That last life was vicious, but not enough to make me religious
Or enough to forget that you’re out there somewhere
When I’m suspended in dead air
You’re the sound I need and you come from nowhere
Constantly in awe of the way your mind works.
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Digging
03:04
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Stuck around for another year
To watch more backbones disappear
Went to the basement and slept it off
Woke up in Spring with a brand new cough
Called from an unknown number and said
No point waiting till the sky turns red
Not when you know where you have to be
“Heaven’s not an option for people like you and me.”
Now I’m digging holes again
On the road with no end
Losing patience with old friends
On the road with no end
Not sure exactly where I buried that memory
That field, that rock, the sky, you and me
Early attempts at optimism
And vivid recollections of time spent with my mum
At an AA meeting at the age of eight years old
Not understanding what I was being told
By shells of strangers doing their very best to start again
Echoes translated by fear have had their day around here
I’m digging holes again
On the road with no end
Counting every second I spend
On the road with no end
All this unresolved hurt lies dormant in the dirt
This year will be its to take if it’s not shaken awake
So I’m digging holes again
On the road with no end.
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Dreamer's Gait
02:57
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I stayed in bed till the door went
Then I got up and pretended
That I’d been busy for hours
Just a little spaced out
Stood under the cold shower
Remembered about the tiger
Welcomed back each body part one by one
But when I sleep I can’t stand straight
A bad case of dreamer’s gait
So for now I’m best staying awake
But I’ll keep my head firmly in the clouds
That’s where I see you most
I was never the best at singing or talking
Still, there’s no harm in trying
Even if it doesn’t get me that far
Now that I have no bad distractions
I focus on the subtractions
In addition to what divides me from you
Sometimes I think of that other world that brightens up at short notice
Where I’m still eighteen and you’re just the early workings of an idea
I’m only somewhat cracked, you’re not quite cohesive
Then I’m awake again in a concrete dream
The slate’s never quite clean
Oh God, I miss drugs at times like these
But they won’t help me stand up straight
Whether I’m asleep or awake
Someday I’ll have to learn to stand up straight
Untapped parts of my spine form the shape
Of a key to unlock this dreamer’s gait.
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10. |
Bloodshot Ballad
03:06
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I’ve got your absence in my pocket
You’ve got your eyes inside my head
When you look at me through them you see a child
If I keep one closed I see the truth instead
This can’t last forever
Each passing day I feel it fade
But your bloodshot ballad’s getting louder all the time
You’re upstairs being reborn, sweating through the floorboards
I’m sitting downstairs catching it all in my left hand
Won’t celebrate your new birthday or give in to my old ways
As you script the same show over and over again
Positions, everyone
Spotlight’s on you, seven trap doors for the rest to fall through
Your waves of disturbance are keeping us both lost at sea
Your next appointment’s always an emergency
Your see-through scissors are never really cutting ties
Your long-lost brother’s looking dead behind the eyes
He comes to visit me at night
He’s less responsive every time.
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Wrong Life Edinburgh, UK
I'm Fraser. I play music under the name Wrong Life. I tried fooling people into thinking it was a proper full band with a
somewhat steady line-up but it didn't work, so here we are.
"... somewhere in between heartfelt, life-affirming contemporary pop-punk and smart indie-rock of the ‘90s and early ‘00s." - Keep Track of the Time
"Emo-ish punky bullshit." - me
(Photo: Capacitor Photography)
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