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Ten Minutes
03:28
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It was probably the quickest I'd ever gone
From meeting somebody to biting their tongue.
She said that she was a lesbian,
But for ten minutes, well, she didn't taste like one.
After the quickest ten minutes she'd gone.
Ten minutes later, me and my friends we left the club
To find her waiting by the door.
Next thing you know, she takes me back to my place,
Where I winced as she called me attractive
Shortly after she turned out the light.
I think I embarrassed her when I told her something similar,
Because I guess stamina suggested otherwise.
It was probably the quickest I'd ever gone
From hubris to humiliation.
We successfully dragged ten minutes of failure
Into an hour of drunken behaviour.
If I could blame it on the alcohol,
If I could blame it on my health,
If I could blame it on her,
I'd probably feel better about myself.
And I suppose I should feel guilty
About not paying for her taxi home.
And I guess I should feel emasculated
And I would if I wasn't busy feeling alone.
Quickly put your clothes back on
As if they'd never kissed my floor,
I'll find the keys whilst you find the door,
I'll find a way for you to stay ten minutes more.
Is there a way that you could stay ten minutes more?
I wouldn't complain if you happened to stay ten minutes more.
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Nugh Yorque
03:57
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When I get bored, I Google flats in New York.
I know I can't afford to change my life,
But something has to change.
A studio in Long Island might be just what I need.
Maybe something by the water,
Something by the sea.
When I get scared, I have to stop myself
From selling all my shit, and running somewhere.
'Cause I know I can't just go, I have a life,
I can't fight or flight when I've got grass to mow.
Am I on the wrong Island?
Is there something wrong with me?
Well either way, with Street View
I can belong vicariously.
Yes, you can outrun yourself,
leave your baggage running laps
on carrousels in JFK.
You can fly three thousand miles,
but even in Manhattan
your shadow looks the same.
I'm only looking, I'll probably never get to Brooklyn.
I'll just amble around with these big ideas until I buckle.
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Nocturnal
04:34
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I feel your heartbeat shake my bedsheets
Regardless of whose bed I'm sleeping in,
And even when I shed the sheets that shroud me
You show your face in the darkness that surrounds me
Your features perceivable on the crumpled black canvas,
I can't stand this.
If I'm left to illustrate the dark of the room
Then the pictures I make are bound to be you.
If I open my window to release my inability to sleep
I can just about, above the asthmatic air of the streets,
Perceive you breathing in and out.
And how can I respire when I'm forced to
Seal the room in order to escape the sounds of you?
And it hurts my head to get back into bed
With sheets that are colder than you,
And it makes me wheeze to go over these
Words and know that they won't change a thing.
Our death hath murdered sleep.
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Paper Round
03:17
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I opened up a savings account today,
It's possible I'm growing up.
This is how it ends.
This is how it ends,
Not with a bang, but an ISA.
How I miss not having to care
About AER, oh you and I
Will get through this unscathed
And if we don't, at least
We saved the game,
We can always turn it off and on again.
Cross your fingers, count to ten.
If all I can think about is what comes in
And what goes out am I even here at all?
When I was a kid
I made about three quid
On my paper round,
Rode my bike to the edge of town,
And thought about nothing.
Knee deep in my overdraft again,
It's possible I spoke too soon.
This is how it starts,I'm falling apart
And my balance is unsustainable,
But we do this to ourselves,
This is the life we choose,
Oh! You and I
Should treat ourselves tonight,
Because there's no such thing as overkill,
We can always go off the rails again,
Cross your fingers, count to ten.
If all we can talk about is what we spend
When we go out, are we even here at all?
When I was a kid
I made about three quid
On my paper round,
Rode my bike to the edge of town,
And thought about sweet fuck all.
If all I can think about is what comes in
And what goes out am I even here at all?
When I was a kid
I made about three quid
On my paper round,
Rode my bike to the edge of town,
And thought about nothing.
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Bandolier
02:20
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Running red lights,
Pretending I'm not the bad guy,
Law abiding when it suits,
Taken aback when someone shoots.
I wish that you'd have known.
The black hole hung like a chandelier,
the cap gun and the broken bandolier.
I didn't know.
I am alone,
I can't look you in the eye,
I didn't know.
The narrow beck running red,
the call is thrown, floating like a threat,
and eddies like a rowboat made of stone.
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Succulent
02:13
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Lay with me against the netting of civil twilight.
Let the day evaporate through the skylight.
Yesterday is looking the other way,
You're allowed to misbehave.
Out of place, like a honeybee in the moonlight,
it's warm outside, wrap me up in rock-a-bye.
Tomorrow is just a stubborn succulent
that will never grow,
You never know.
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Mathew Kerry Manchester, UK
Heart on sleeve and tongue in cheek, candid and silly, Mathew Kerry is a bespectacled singer-songwriter from Leeds currently based in Manchester. He is always writing and performing, and often forgets to eat.
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