1. |
Gertrude Littleman
04:08
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Can you take me anywhere, my love?
Can you take me to see the stars above?
Just you and me and our love
Just you and me and eternity
We exist in an unreal world
On flights of fantasy we're impearled
Can you take me to the stars above?
Can you take me and make me feel loved?
Though you are much different to me
I feel safe in your company
Maybe we are ghosts of loves now gone
Maybe two lost souls in a lonely dream
And the stars above are lights of lost loves
That we look up to from across the seas
We exist in an unreal world
On flights of fantasy we're impearled
Can you take me to the stars above?
Can you take me and make me feel loved?
Though you are much different to me
I feel safe in your company
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2. |
Once More
04:02
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Who are we?
And where do we begin?
She is devine and much too good for me
My head hurts
My heart is on its knees
My head hurts
My heart is not on my sleeve
Who are we?
And can we be?
She is devine and much too good for me
She is devine, too good for everything
She is devine and much too good for me
She is devine, too good for everything
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3. |
The Horne
04:48
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4. |
Middle Eight
03:39
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The cold that surrounds you
It emanates directly from here
This cold that's inside of me
Won't leave us or let us be
The searchlights
The summer heat
Vacant stares
The unheard cries
Those kind eyes in slow retrest
To deep within
Where no light can reach
So I'm sorry you ever met me
And I'm sorry you feel we must go on
And I'm sorry you never left me
To my cold and blackened self
Where there's fire, there's no remorse
With desire there's no recourse
The static on the air and on the shore
The lives we had that are no more
The searchlights
The summer heat
Vacant stares
The unheard cries
Those kind eyes in slow retrest
To deep within
Where no light can reach
So I'm sorry you ever met me
And I'm sorry you feel we must go on
And I'm sorry you never left me
To my cold and blackened self
To my cold
And my blackened self
To my cold
My blackened self
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5. |
Hero, Oh! Potato
01:25
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(sniggering)
Oh potato?
Oh potato!!
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6. |
The Filmic Drunks
04:05
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They met in the end times
Of humans on the earth
In the winter of He Dark Age
When everything would end
So with no time left to lose
They set about their work
Of finding and killing all those unwilling
To accept their demise
They were
The filmic drunks
Cutting throats
Of those already doomed to die
Filmic drunks
Pissed as goats
Laughing at noses of those they've disposed of
And in these the end times
They did not see their actions as crimes
They joked they were mercy killing
But really just found it so thrilling
To see the eyes of those about to die
The world was ending but it was so splendid
To write in blood on battered trunks
Here lies another friend of the filmic ...
Drunks
Cutting throats
Of those already doomed to die
Filmic drunks
Exchanging notes
On cinematic serial killers
Dipso manic cinematic serial killer wannabees
Dipso manic cinematic serial killer wannabees
Dipso manic cinematic serial killer wannabees
Dipso manic cinematic serial killer wannabees
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7. |
Letter To A Faraway Star
03:21
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The former words to this song
Live a life of their own
In the back of my car
(As) a letter to a star
A faraway star
Out of harm's way
A world away
You don't know how lucky you are
You and the faraway star
The new words to this song
Exemplify the wrong
Penned in one go
And tragically so
Rhyme for no reason
Lightweight, pleasing
From the back of my half-baked, broken mind
So lightweight, pleasing
Rhyme for no reason
How lucky you are
You and that faraway star
CH: Letter to a star
A faraway star
Gold that lacks the light
Of the dumb waiter's smile
Letter to a star
A faraway star
Gold that lacks the light
Of the dumb waiter's smile
The former words to this song
Live a life of their own
No rhyme and no reason
Heavyweight, displeasing
You don't how lucky you are
You and the star
The words remain unheard
As a letter to a faraway star
CH x2 etc
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8. |
ELs
04:06
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You say some of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard, she said
With that she rose, dressed and headed for the door
I propped up on my elbows expecting to hear more
But all I heard was the slamming of the door
There goes another one, I said to myself ... again
I sat on the edge of the bed and felt the tears in my eyes
I don't know why as I've been here (so many times) before
Then the door flung open and in she walked again
Looked at me, laughed, and said 'I'm just going for coffee'
Here comes another chance, I thought to myself ... again
As she joked and laughed at me, I looked over at the door
And thought, 'How much more?', 'How much more?' ...
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He Dark Age Brisbane, Australia
He Dark Age is a collaboration between Paul Newsome (Pork, The Sump etc) and Tony Milner (Swell Guys, No-V-Bleet etc). We were mostly active from around 1986 to 1990 or so in Brisbane, but have started working together again with new releases from 2013. ... more
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