Shapes [official video]
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Respire
00:54
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Gun Shy
04:31
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As I saw it no-one called it
Breathe in, hold it, wash over, ignore it
Step back, shaken, voracious, I know
Fully loaded, too anxious to let go
Come down, see now
the rancour that pours out
Comfort is sought out in ways that bring us down
Reach for the wrong side, we’d hold it, but it’s gone
Fully loaded, too gun shy to let go
We look to them for wisdom, but they don’t know
Are all sides cut off?
No-one else to let go of
See now, all that comes off
When we pour out the venom we’ve known
Crawl out, can’t undermine, can’t fall in line, we’d fall apart
Fully loaded, fully empty of all heart
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3. |
All It Was
03:04
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Seamless down to the core, it was the only way to look for a cause
Seen sideways, you know it was the making up of a storied paradise
Is that all it was?
Send a call out for a place in the soil, eyes glaze over
Sliding the stone back on where your ghost should be
“Tire me while you can, son”
That was all it was
It was all it was
Is that all it was?
It was all it was
As high as tired and caught in a fine mess, caught between your rules
Cling to virtue, but you cannot believe that you’re all that if you’re caught too
We’re here finely, but where we move next? To find you?
Calling it on and on…
Is that all it was?
Is that all it was?
Is that all it was?
It was all it was
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4. |
Don't Mind
02:49
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Strong words, few deeds
Tell me what a friend should be
Go again: roll the dice
Show me where my heart should be
Nevermind if we see the day
When it comes it surely waits
Warm lights on the wall, is it too late?
Lift the cup, lift the plate
If you don’t mind
Big wounds in your small lives
Don’t mind me, I’m just saying goodnight
Bet you can’t tell what comes out of my mouth
Was it wizened pearls, was it turpentine?
But you don’t mind if you don’t mind
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Grace
03:19
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Oh, my word – I would never act so calmly in the
face of the wreckage that you wrought
Storm upturned: the copper beech, the couches
Still we tell ourselves that nothing ever changed so much
I see it all
The grace that you hold
You send me out in the cold
All talk all told
As much as you’ll ever hold
Is it enough?
As infinite as sin, don’t ever cast a stone before you
all of us are fickle and unmoored
At least you’re not all the things you’re not
Could there be anything that you would rather hear less?
I see it all
The grace that you stole
You send me out in the cold
All talk all told
As much as you’ll ever hold, you send me out
You send me out in the cold
It’s not enough
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Anything
00:26
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All We Know
03:45
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All we know is wrong
Got ahead without words
At the flag from the start
It’s not as much as you’d like
but it’s more than enough
(thank you very much)
My conceit has been razed
And my folly has crumbled
You can leave when you like
The halls and the doors haven’t changed
Fine, only fine in the measliest sense
Pride in these misleading notions
All we know is wrong
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You pull me into shapes that I can’t get out of
Less is more than you want it to be
Follow it down, there’s an end to this stream
Held aloft in the dying of spring
How to pretend that you don’t mean a thing?
You pull me into shapes that I can’t get out of
Stretched linen cloth, nothing stays without stain
Wait for the pull to get out into the rain
The pull never came, now the sky’s almost clear
Not laying blame for the fallowest years
I want it all
I want none
You pull me into shapes that I can’t get out of
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Better
03:05
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And as their call went quiet into their sighs: to mess it up, is much better
And though your dominance would see it as trite, just wash it off, and get better
And did the Midas reach right into inside? ‘Ineffable’ would sound better
And from the calling ‘round to the way you got down, for all it is, it was better
And as the wall was rising, blank as their insides, you pulled it off, you made better
We saw the words appeared to form their own style are ours obliged to be better?
All that calcifies to hold him in place, and all of us could hold better
And you call it on so regular tired, and all of us, we need better
The thought is all too easy where it is now, to make it up, to write better
‘Cos we’re our poor relations too many times, we really ought to know better
Of all the golden sheets we make it between for all of us we know better
And each and every night, get sewn in the seams…
And wash it off, can’t wash it off…
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Half Awake
04:59
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Does it mean something because it meant something?
Let it go for a while
But you watch it striving to see if it’s surviving
Make a pact: let it lie
More than half awake
Called only to say
You’re apart from feeling
Set adrift on meaning
Let it go for a while
But you won’t see it
Getting hard of hearing
Let it go, call it dying
More than half awake
Called only to say
It’s not enough to stay
If you won’t face the weight
Call it dying
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11. |
Little Sun
06:49
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Start a flame, some little sun
Backs away for another one
Bend my little ear to it
Stanchioned either side
Bad as I was I didn’t know
You come around until you go
Stand out, stared out of your eyes
Back when all I got was fire
It is here and on again
Sad as it was, it wouldn’t go
Constant eye up in the yard
Much as it was not my fault
My heart
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Paper Beat Scissors Montreal, Québec
Musical monstrosity deposited in Montreal, Quebec after the first years in Burnley,
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Tim Crabtree’s haunting voice burns at the centre of the Paper Beat Scissors sound with an honesty and rawness that skirts discomfort.
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