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Be Good or Be Gone
03:19
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Be good or be gone
If you happen to read this
Rose was born
A child actress
On the fifth day of the snow
Be good or be gone
Her range was staggering
Movement & timing
Frame by frame
It did unfold
Be good or be gone
I read to you on saturdays
The museum has closed down
Sell all your things
At the end of the drive
Be good or be gone
I have become an aerial view
Of a coastal town that you once knew
Be good or be gone
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2. |
The Underwood Typewriter
03:01
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The roots are deep below the ground
I like to walk with you in the evening
Up the hill and back down
I watch the mail boat from the clearing
My mind is so confused
I climb back on top of you
I'm changing the ribbon
In this old underwood
Step out of your dress and I'll wear you like a hood
For a hood is a home
For someone who lives alone
I draw a line from a to b
And what happens in between
It is an open mystery
As far as I can see
My mind is so confused
I climb back on top of you
I'm changing the ribbon
In this old underwood
Step out of you're dress and I'll wear you like a hood
For a hood is a home
For someone who lives alone
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3. |
Hunters Map
03:06
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They're biting at your heels
Country lanes lead to fields
Who was that fox caught in that trap laid with hunters map
When the clouds roll back
Back
Back
I'll meet you by the mill
Depressions in your neck
He's just keeping you in check
Who was that fox caught in that trap laid with hunters map
When the clouds roll back
Back
Back
I'll meet you by the mill
You shake hands with lightning for an apple on a string
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4. |
Hey Rabbit
03:32
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Hey rabbit you've had it
Your fingers are in the coin disposal
Hey worm you're tunnelling out
You would not listen to their proposal
The springs in the mattress
Will never reveal how I entered
In a hospital ward
Across a billboard
The girl who collects shells
Has gone back to the coast
Hearing voices in car parks
Pull a diamond from your sleeve
Hey badger you're punched out
Your mouth is around an aerosol can
They want to sink but you stood up and swam
Ideas are like sparrows
They dart down the hall, the chimney, and out of the spout
Down a wormhole and back out my mouth
The girl who collects shells has gone back to the coast
Hearing voices in car parks
Pull a diamond from your sleeve
Nobody these days says thank you
When you open doors for them anymore
Well I made you rich and you made me poor
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5. |
Black Water Child
03:00
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Down here underneath the microscope
It's hard to cope
Don't hide your face in your hands
If your eyes play tricks
It's out of my control
It's going to be a long cold winter
The skeletons of trees
My blackwater child
If you don't love me
Then don't shove me
Out into the dark
Without a flashlight or a spark
And these stitches cling like bitches
To my arms
For all my charms
It's going to be a crooked little winter
The skeletons of trees
My blackwater child
She's walking home through the devil's flowers
Broken bones
Heavy hours
We stay out late
It's a lighthouse trait
And we'll take our time
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6. |
Put a Penny in the Slot
03:59
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I apologise I seem to have arrived home
With items in my bag from your house
There's cutlery, a table cloth, some Hennessy
And a book on presidents deceased
I'll have them FedExed to you
It was a strange to do
I hope we can still be friends
It was not me but someone else you see twisting the steering reins
Put a penny in the slot and make an artificial light shine
Leave go my golden arm
I don't give advice but be wise and think twice
Before getting involved in a game
Where the minority face the majority
Who are faceless and born without name
Was it knock sink when we came across three men
They had church candles wrapped in newspaper
I bought two from them and lit one for you
I hope the message made its way down the wire
Put a penny in the slot and make an artificial light shine
Leave go my golden arm
The soul of a dog, he's alive and not gone
To the farm like the others said
A Rhodesian ridgeback off the beaten track
In the furniture shop down on the quays
For the loneliness you foster
I suggest Paul Auster, a book called Timbuktu
Put a penny in the slot and watch the drunken sailor boy dance
She will not let you be her lover
She goes out looking for a taxi
Her phone is ringing straight to message minder
Send out a battalion to find her
Put a penny in the slot
And make and count the swans through a telescope
I can't help from crying I wish you were mine
When I was seventeen I followed my dream
Up into a high-rise block
The Adventures of Augie March by Saul Bellow
Was all I had for company
At night time I'd lie in Beckenham Park
With tears like flashbulbs
And recall my treasure-searching days
In the rock pools as a kid
To the remains of the chair-o-planes
Or around a bonfire in Naylor's cove
Good company and grief sit
Like a doc leaf sits beside a stinging nettle
Put a penny in the slot and make an artificial light shine
Leave go my golden arm
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7. |
The Cowshed
03:29
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I still see you as a baby I do
Climbing onto the stage in front of the school
High strung
The cat got your tongue
The spotlight came out
You'd been stung
I followed the trail
When I heard that they found
You in the cowshed
I still see the insect-filled jars in rows
The calculations & the diagrams
Constellations
High strung
The cat got your tongue
The spotlight came out
You'd been hung
I followed the trail
When I heard that they found you in
The cowshed
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8. |
Snowy Atlas Mountains
04:11
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We came down by the factory
Industrial yarns
Where my father did work
When I was a boy I went too far
I lost the thread in the darkest of space
If I become antique then you'll collect me
If I become cheap then you'll respect me
My jumper is soaked in pigs blood
I'm coming out looking for you
If you pull a hatchet
I'll pull something to match it
How about your wife
I'll give her a good life
My vehicle is in your drive
Hey I'm not that low
The wolves came on the radio
Transmitting through a portal in the snowy Atlas mountains
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9. |
Noah (Ghost in a Sheet)
03:38
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There's nobody out there
It's just the noise of the wind
There's nobody out there
And nobody is getting in
I hope that happiness finds
It’s way to your little house
While you were sleeping
I played a ghost in a sheet
When our frames collide there's nothing left to be
There's nobody out there
The rain is just starting to pour
You get some rest now
You'll worry yourself thin
I hope that happiness finds
It’s way to your little house
While you were sleeping
I played a ghost in a sheet
When our frames collide there's nothing left to be
The skeletal wings of birds
I'll take the stairs
The ghosts of tiny animals
With the tiniest of feet
The forecast is going down a storm
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10. |
The End of History
04:36
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I feel your sorrow
Chasing tomorrow
There is no distance
In your absence
If you call the monster he will appear
Like I disappear
Blackout
There is resistance
Behind enemy lines
There goes the hatred
Bursting through
The fabric
If you call the monster he will appear
Like I disappear
Blackout
You are here
You are here
You are here
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11. |
Abacus
02:32
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The grass is screaming long
Midnight cars roll past
I've been chasing your room
While the summer lasts
So count it on your fingers
If we got it wrong
It's because the days have no numbers
If we leave tonight then we leave it all behind
Drinking alphabetically
Because the beauty’s gone all sore
Honey dripping pale of skin
While there's bodies underneath the floor
So count it on your fingers
If we got it wrong
It's because the days have no numbers
If we leave tonight then we leave it all behind
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12. |
Bunker or Basement
06:26
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Wait your turn
You always go for the jugular
Like a juggernaut
Spinning off the asphalt
We wait around pacing 'round this table
You arrive on time to help us lift the trophy
Bunker or basement
The bills pile up
The sea view
Never was an option
The options are blocked
Wait there girl
You leave the place like a smuggler
Across the borders and the trenches we dug
You arrive on time for the family photograph
The options are blocked
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13. |
Campaign Button
03:14
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They want you to live in a cave
No channel to broadcast on
A troglodyte
A derelict barn
Campaign button
They want you in the wilderness
No aerial to pick up the signal
A troglodyte
A derelict barn
Campaign button
The filthy rich to the beggars ditch
God damn these genes
Receiver you have been denied
Human contact
The king eats another mouthful of soil
You need a full stomach to go and drill for oil
They want you lost in your own fear
No compass to find your way out
A troglodyte
A derelict barn
Campaign button
The filthy rich to the beggars ditch
God damn these jeans
Receiver you have been denied
Human contact
The king uses a file to sharpen his teeth
And smiles as long as they keep pouring concrete
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Fionn Regan Bray, Ireland
Over the course of six sublime albums, the man who has been nominated for Mercury, Choice, Meteor Ireland and Shortlist awards, sampled by Bon Iver, tattooed on actor Rhys Ifans’ arm (the lyric "Be good or be gone"), and made an honorary member of the Trinity College Literary Society knows that rewards and recognition don’t come close to what truly matters. “I’m just so lucky to play music,” Regan ... more
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