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Born Fodder
03:33
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/// A man considers himself the natural, obvious choice for a sacrifice ///
Not everybody's getting out of here
Somebody has to hold the door
One million sacrifices just to get this far
And it'll take a million more
Well I've got no wallet full of polaroids
I've got no sight I yearn to see
Got no retirement, not even when I'm dead
So let's not waste the energy
What a silly thing to matter
And what a silly thing to dream
And what a waste of our volition
To mourn the man I would've been
Thought I was meant to be remembered
Be a statue on the mound
But I'm coming around
I wanted death to be a party
All my friends in backless gowns
But I'm coming around
And I see fire on the new horizon
Thought we could reason our way out of this
I don't believe that anymore
Say it with gravity, we're only going down
If we don't kick off of the floor
I know the killer is a growing boy
I know it's in my blood to bleed
You know the way it is, I live from A to B
I'm the ending of a legacy
But don't go thinking about a story
And don't go thinking I don't think
And don't go thinking I don't love you all
I love you more than anything
I was to be a living legend
Be the gilding on the crown
But I'm coming around
To be the guru on the mountain
I had eyes on higher ground
But I'm coming around
My pride was in my patience
I was something to be found
But I'm coming around
And in my head I was a father
Trying to pass an asset down
But I'm coming around
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2. |
Aggie Knows
03:31
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/// Half of a rich, Christie-esque couple tries to convince his wife to allow him murder her ///
Darling stand right here
Beneath the crystal chandelier
And read your eyelids
I know how much you love surprises
Darling, I insist
A martini with a twist
To go down easy
Oh please, don't make a scene dear
I don't even know why you're upset
We live a life of billiard rooms
Now what did you expect?
Aren't you well read?
Cause oh! Aggie knows!
Someone's always wanting you dead
Oh! Aggie knows!
A gunner's gonna hollow your head
Oh! Aggie knows!
A gentleman will measure your neck
Oh! Aggie knows!
It's always who you never expect
Darling face the facts
There's a knife in every back
So why ignore it?
You either die or pay it forward
Darling did you think
That an angel made your ring?
Possessed is haunted
Killing's just the cost of living
And I don't wanna live another day
Knowing a utopia is just a shot away
So whaddya say?
Cause oh! Aggie knows!
Someone's always wanting you dead
Oh! Aggie knows!
A gunner's gonna hollow your head
Oh! Aggie knows!
A gentleman will measure your neck
Oh! Aggie knows!
It's always who you never expect
This is why the angels gave us lead
Father told me death is just like falling into bed
Or so he says
Oh! Aggie knows!
Someone's always wanting you dead
Oh! Aggie knows!
A gunner's gonna hollow your head
Oh! Aggie knows!
A gentleman will measure your neck
Oh! Aggie knows!
It's always who you never expect
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/// A film buff finally snaps ///
I hate the new stuff, hate the old stuff
Hate every step along the way
I hate every summer juggernaught
I hate every coming wave
I hate pictures, I hate stories
Hate the hacks that act them out
I hate every word of dialogue
That spews from out their mouths
And I'm sickened by the things
That I have never seen
That's why I love the silver screen
I hate romance, I hate drama
Hate the global avant-garde
I hate Truffaut, Demy, Resnais, Rivette
Varda and Godard
I hate any wide-eyed child
Who takes a cap off of a lens
You can scurry to the shutter
But they'll cut you in the end
Like I massacre the extras
In my lucid dreams
That's why I love the silver screen
I saw the thing you told me to
I read the thing you wrote
There's a feeling in my stomach
It comes crawling up my throat
There is nothing here worth seeing
There is nothing here to get
I've been doing this for decades
Why has no-one paid me yet?
Now I'm walking down the carpet
Wearing gasoline
That's why I love the silver screen
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4. |
Pushovers
03:59
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/// A low-level mafia goon has a crisis of conscience after a dirty job ///
I gave them the address
I was a worker not a thinker, why consider what'll head his way, the part I play
I gave them the address
On the driveway was a tricycle with pink and purple ribbons tied in shoelace knots
I gave them the address
Now I'll forever know a stranger, cause a stranger's how he'll go no no
I gave them the address
I guess you give until you die
Well I don't wanna be another body standing in the water
I don't wanna pray upon the flipping of a rusty quarter
I don't wanna be around these people when I meet my daughter
I don't wanna do this anymore
I'm a decent man
One day I'll afford to prove it, I will choose it, I will make up for this time I'm losing
I'm a decent man
If I'm machinery, I'll be the open blade that's taking fingers off the operator
I'm a decent man
I numb my knuckles on the mirror, I get shivers down my spinelessness, 5 to 9
I'm a decent man
I just make things worse sometimes
Well I don't wanna be another body standing in the water
I don't wanna pray upon the flipping of a rusty quarter
I don't wanna be around these people when I meet my daughter
I don't wanna do this anymore
I'm free in the morning
Speeding on a sleeping highway
Free in the morning
Leave a briefcase on their driveway
Free in the morning
When you get the boss' orders
Free in the morning
I've already crossed the border
Free in the morning
I'm gonna go where living's slower
Free in the morning
A fishing boat in sinaloa
Free in the morning
Sunset on a creaking harbor
Free in the morning
I'm gonna be a real good father
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5. |
It Was A Good Run
02:20
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/// Two rebels/outlaws meet the end of the line ///
I often dream
Of barcelona
We stole it all then
Before they nailed it down
And we were phantoms
We were young and handsome
Our day may not have come
But sleep now, it was a good run
All code, no law
We leapt the borders
We could not be cornered
It took the ends of the earth
And you were bleeding
You told me I was bleeding too
We watched the stars together
Sleep now, it was a good run
What we wanted
And what we thought we wanted
May it someday matter
Sleep now, it was a good run
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Gumshoes Birmingham, UK
Homespun indie pop about eccentrics, losers and fools.
Project of Sam Sparks. Please email me!
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