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Your suffering has been noted.
There’s places that I will take you and places I will not,
it’s not that I’m embarrassed it just that I ain’t got.
We could bring a hipflask and hide it in your purse,
I’ll look closely at you face, to see if I am dirt.
A puncture is a puncture and a hole is just a hole.
I like that song by Elbow, It’ll keep me when I’m old.
When I was a young boy, they said the mystery’s in the bread
and when you get much older, it’ll be inside your head.
From the bones of Jones, to the mobile phones, that you all have lost. To the girl with a face, like an expensive plate, that I loved at cost. Blessed are those, who catch their fingers in the doorway of a holy place. Your suffering is noted, it just not that clear, upon his face.
You may not believe this and I'll forgive you that.
You may not forgive this and I'll believe that.
From the bones of Jones, to the mobile phones, that you all have lost.
To the girl with a face, like an expensive plate, that I loved at cost.
Blessed are those, who catch their fingers in the doorway of a holy place. Your suffering is noted, it just not that clear, upon his face.
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K.P.I.
04:04
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Wet winter bus ride, steamed up windows,
coughing along with their songs.
So many headphones, wrapped round cold bones,
day by day we drag on.
I think about x3, doing something.
I think about x3, moving away.
Could we get away?
Sent you a message, from the wreckage,
written in Braille on my skin.
I hope you get it, before I lose it,
I need to know that you’re in.
I think about x3, doing something.
I think about x3, moving away.
Could we get away?
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From here to her
04:36
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This uniform really sticks to me, it costs a lot to live in the city.
And still it calls to me, from underground to shop fronts and pity.
I think I said it, I might I said it under my breath.
I should be gone. I should have gone when you left.
No more shining star, guide me to where you are.
Most days are works with no meaning, but the nights, they seem quite revealing. I was enthralled from the start, took those Tic Tac thorns to heart. She kissed air for the camera, then breaking every window she could. Just like, Angie Baby, by Helen Ready, from the seventies.
No more shining star, guide me to where you are.
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WolloW Dublin, Ireland
WolloW is a solo project, a small room in Dublin, a place to record thoughts.
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Spenser Tomson.
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