1. |
They Come And They Go
01:25
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payday people
forever in line
out of options
and out of our minds
always the day
that Mark E. Smith dies
they come and they go
to what’s left of the class war
they come and they go
to what’s left of the class war
don't you know
that we all abide
everything’s at stake inside
what’s still left of the class war
borrowed thoughts
couch-quarters and time
out of sorts and
paying in kind
always the day
that the truth lies
they come and they go
to what’s left of the class war
they come and they go
to what’s left of the class war
don't you know
that we all abide
everything’s at stake inside
whatever's left of the class war
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2. |
The Favourite
01:09
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yeah you could be the favourite today
come tomorrow
come tomorrow
but what a waste to give
up and away
right now
'cause it’s always right now
yes you could be the favourite today
come tomorrow
come tomorrow
but that’s no way to live
never you
never you
never you right now
feels like it’s always right now
yes you could be the favourite today
come tomorrow
come tomorrow
we arrive and we leave alone
we arrive and we leave alone
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3. |
It's Not A Weakness
02:02
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I’m waiting to relax
and understand my tone
every plane in the sky
finds the interzone
and I’ll find the resolve to
stop your sadness
it’s not a weakness to be forgotten no
it’s not a weakness to remember me
I try to predict
whatever’s coming next
you can’t lose because
you’re not lost yet
see I’ve found the resolve to
stop your sadness
it’s not a weakness to be forgotten no
it’s not a weakness to remember you
I lose my speed
and hear new sounds
everything that’s been
vibrates underground
see now I have the resolve to
stop your sadness
it’s not a weakness
it’s not a weakness no
it’s not a weakness
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updating the vacuum
recycling the time
sung to sleep in a bind
breathing and thinking and holding my own
I tell myself I’m at home
reusing the passwords
deleting the files
sung to sleep in a bind
breathing and thinking and holding my own
I tell myself I’m at home
parables take time but
these fragments are forever
scrolling the hard screen
old ideas in mind
sung to sleep in a bind
breathing and thinking and holding my own
I tell myself I’m at home
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Jeremy Todd Vancouver, British Columbia
Jeremy is a self-taught-middle-aged-non-musician refusing the death-cult of capitalist relations. He also plays in bands/groups sometimes, writes poetry and makes art.
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