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Footpath Closed
03:36
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Footpath Closed
In the public notice of making
A road traffic regulation act
Notice is hereby given that Herefordshire Council has made an order
Under section 14 of the road traffic regulation act 1984
The effect of which is to temporarily close part of the following public footpath
The order for closure is required,
The gas mains replacement work has to be carried out
there are exemptions in the order to permit pedestrian access,
well because
there is no alternative route
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Shoes
03:33
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I can't handle it
These shoes hurt my feet
Days in the sun
Are ones I regret
Being born here
It's not what I want
Oh
These shoes they hurt my feet
For the last time
These fucking t-shirts are too tight
And for the last time I'm not going
My laces have rotted away
And my soles are like fucking rocks
There's nothing of worth taking anymore
Get a fucking new pair of shoes
Oh
These shoes they hurt my feet
For the last fucking time
Oh
Days in the sun
Or eat your fucking kids
Oh
Being born here
It's really not what I wanted
And for all I've been through, It's not even the worst of it
I just can't fucking do it
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Downcast
04:52
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I have issues with the lad culture today
Grey tracky bottoms and black puffer jackets
Nothing wrong with it intentionally, but it just seems to confuse me
I guess I just don't understand the trend
The trend to wear the same thing as everyone else
With curly permed hair
Skin fade sides
It's odd
If you enjoy it, you enjoy it I suppose
My house is grey, the walls are white
It's too sterile for me, I'm sick of it
It lacks creativity and meaning, there's no love
I don't understand why anyone makes their house these sorts of colours
It baffles me to as why you'd want this
Especially in such a location with the greens, reds and blue tint in the sky
The brown branches that everyone loves
For the final time I wont accept it
What's the point if I wont be happy doing it?
(And I can feel it)
And I can feel it coming to
I hate it all, and for what it's worth
I'm not sorry
I hate it all, I felt it
From the start
It's time you move on
I'm not sorry for what I've said
Oh and for the last 7 days of the week I found myself lost
caught up in those ones and zeros that I oh so worry about
Oh how I would hate to be caught up in the ones and zeros, I would hate it all
an everlasting feed, catered to your direct needs
gratification at an instant, I hate it all
oh im going in dots and loops,
maybe giving in to the cyber-facation of our reality isnt such a bad thing after all?
Oh im so sick of going in dots and loops
I see those giant eyes float in the sky talk in cahoots with those number creatures
I live under their roof which has been provided by an unwritten cause
I hope to say goodbye to those number screens one day
(It's definitely a song)
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4. |
Unwelcome Guest
02:56
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5. |
Forever
01:02
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I
Know
You
Are
A part of me
Forever
A part of me
Forever
I
Stuck in traffic
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Darla
04:32
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Darla standed outside the butches
She hates the wait times
A loaf of bread and four steaks
All she wanted was human flesh
An overwhelming sensation to chomp down on your best friend
The blood and guts spewing down your jaw
A shrug with blooded water
Darla's my friend now
She's no vampire
Maybe a cannibal, but
She's alright in the end
My friend Darla
We visit the park often together
She looked to me funny with a blood hungered taste
When I'm not looking I'm worried she'll bite
Darla promised she wouldn't bite
Now I have a taste for blood
Eventually evil will corrupt us all
The castles will crumble, blood will pour
Oh Darla I'm sorry
I was never there to help you in your trying times
Another byte in the system
A clip on the wall
All for it to end up meaning nothing
Nothing at all
Oh Darla
I'm Sorry
Oh Darla
I'm Sorry
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Supermarket
05:32
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Oh and I remain so unconsciously anxious to all the problems in the world
I have no regards to those who are struggling
Every last breath taken on a Sunday morning
Every waiting moment
Every Monday morning, I do the same thing
Every Monday morning
Every Monday morning I'm waiting for my friends outside the car by the supermarket
Every morning is the same
The repetitive nature of theses songs
The repetitive nature of my lyrics
The repetitive nature of the notes in my voice
I can't imagine what it must be like to listen to
All I do is sit around and wait for those better than me to do what I can't
Every waking minute is the same
I wait for my friends outside the Bossman's Londis
A two pound coin in my left pocket
And no-one to question me why I'm there
Oh
It feels alright with me
Oh
How it feels alright with me
It feels okay to
Wait around here
(Oh, Oh)
(Oh, Oh)
They'll be waiting for you too, they're waiting next door
Outside the store they're waiting, by the front door
Outside the store they're waiting, by the front door
They're all waiting for you here
(They're all waiting for you here)
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