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The Ladder
04:27
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Do you want to wear suits at the weekend?
Do you want to wear suits at the weekend?
Two dead in a Newtownabbey car park
Wear your PE kit 'cuz your uniform was nicked
Talk to people if you wanna get high
Two dead in a Newtownabbey car park
Wear your PE kit 'cuz your uniform was nicked
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Bird People
03:17
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Candy Samples
05:35
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Written on a wall back then
Ellie or something
I had strange ideas back then
That I could walk through walls
Conjure strange shapes out of them
A broken hand
Wanted to be rid of them
You look like a page three girl
I know what you've done with him
It's oh so sweet but you just give it away
I would have sold my soul
Are you waiting still?
In the total night
Listen through your busted aerial
I'm watching you watching her
On the edge of the motorcade
A dream to feel your hands
A dream
But you look like a page three girl
I know what you've done with him
It's oh so sweet but you just give it away
I would have sold my soul
It was a regional hit before
He made it to your bedroom wall
And it's safe to say you're gone
When you look like Candy, oh
It was a regional hit before
He made it to your bedroom wall
And it's safe to say you're gone
But you look like a page three girl
I know what you've done with him
It's oh so sweet but you just give it away
I would have sold my soul
I would have sold my soul
It was a regional hit before
He made it to your bedroom wall
And it's safe to say you're gone
When you look like Candy, oh
It was a regional hit before
He made it to your bedroom wall
And it's safe to say you're gone
When you look like Candy, oh
Look like Candy, oh (repeat)
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Costs
02:52
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Dracula Money
05:20
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When language can't express what you see
The ghosts of destrier corrupt by disease
Spectres of birds and the manimal wraith
When to you death become holy, the only
Open door to the manacled plane
Faces form in the rain, open filament
You find comfort in the places that bleed
Ecstatic horror brings a terrible ease
Mystic visions in the shop counter glass
In a lift the fear ascends with the floors
A blossomed stain obliterates the face
Post offices, filthy corners to scry
Lonely women with their children indoors
You breath cadaverous sweat through the floorboard
The dust of fallen brides collects in your chest
A window girl bruises under her dress
I couldn't sleep 'cuz I wanted you
I couldn't sleep' cuz I wanted you
And if I could
I would leave you all behind
If I could
I would leave you all behind
Dracula Money
Royal bones inside an arcade machine
Plasmatic rites behind closed libraries
Pulling the souls of ancients out of the earth
You see forelegs, eyelids reanimate
A garland placed around the neck of a king
Catamites weep for the story of Christ
Squalid places that you know that you've been
A bus stop vanishing
A cursed memory
I dreamed of JFK on the ocean floor
I dreamed the burial of Anna McFall
How many years now has your father been gone?
A hidden photo in the kitchenette drawer
Couldn't sleep 'cuz I wanted you
Couldn't sleep' cuz I wanted you
And if I could I would leave you all behind
If I could I would leave you all behind
Dracula money
If I could I would leave you all behind
If I could I would leave you all behind
Then I would leave you with the lie
That I loved you
When I never even tried
Dracula money
Dracula money
That I loved you
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7. |
The Toucan
04:41
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8. |
The Way Through
03:50
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Winter Wife Brighton, UK
Winter Wife make music in Brighton, England.
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