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Key Cutters
04:43
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Grey morning
For once the gloom doesn’t seep into the bedroom
As I am far too caught up in hoping
For another sweet signal from you
Having forgot
What’s it’s like to be freed by a feeling
After so many years of raising
The drawbridge to craving
Almost lost what I was hiding
Then I found you in the same position
Now we’re key cutters for doors that were disappearing
My love, my love
A match in the rain
May be doomed but we chance it all the same
After you call to see if I’m awake
And ask how quickly I can reach you
The countryside flies by but not nearly fast enough
It’s a grey morning but I’m already lost
In the first flicks of euphoria
Almost lost what I was hiding
Then I found you in the same position
Now we’re key cutters for doors that were disappearing
My love, my love
It feels like every decision I make these days is head over heart
But it’s hard to keep building back up
When you seem to belong to the dark, belong to the dark
Almost lost what I was hiding
Then I found you in the same position
Now we’re key cutters for doors that were disappearing
My love, my love
Everything that has a hold
It’s not as simple as ‘let go’
But I’m not laying down red carpet for the clouds
While I’m heading for your house
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2. |
Anderson Shelter
04:26
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Building an Anderson shelter in peacetime
Still far too young to look so resigned
A bag under each eye, unwanted suitcases
Did your old man repent, after filling them with worry
Are you afraid one day you might pass his spirit on
Like a cursed torch to a child yet to be born
You never raise your voice, does it feel like he's still listening
I picture you on a plane, assuming the crash position
When nothing bad is happening
Wrestling, are you wrestling
With yourself, day and night
Like I am
Last night you dreamt you shelved your old self
Ventured out into the world as someone else
Discarded your name like keys pushed through the letterbox
Of a tired old house you were glad to see the back of
I wander what you question when you think of me
Is there anything left of who I was when we were seventeen
The bare minimum would be my preference
Now we're chased around by far deeper deep ends
They've turned all the lights on
Wrestling, are you wrestling
With yourself, day and night
Like I am
Scared to get set in my ways again
Like dried out clay
We once could change shape
What has oxidised can be painted over
But to hell with saving what we've shouldered
Let unhappy homes surrender back to nature
And tell me it's not too late for us to get out
Wrestling, are you wrestling
With yourself, day and night
Like I am
We've put ourselves down long enough
I want to feel alive, wasted so much time
Building an Anderson shelter in peacetime
Building an Anderson shelter
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3. |
Minefield
06:05
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It could happen so easy but it won't
There's something between us but don't
Linger by the window too long
I should turn down that love song
And find cold water for my face
I need a reason to turn away
You say your head is a minefield
That's just music to my minefield
In better health we'd both be somewhere else
I don't belong here and you can tell
There are locked doors in your eyes
I almost ask to be let inside
To mix your minefield up with mine
You've no faith in what you find in the mirror
Well look at me duct-taped together
You tell me every day feels the same
Living like an observer has the reigns
But confetti cannons are going off
Every time we almost touch
I worry some vital spark has withered
Just as there's always something slipping between your fingers
So mix your minefield up with mine
See what we fix, see what we find
Ah, mix your minefield up with mine
We still know how to be kind
Come mix your minefield up with mine
And let our old selves breathe tonight
Come mix your minefield up with mine
There'll never be a perfect time
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4. |
Bad Turn
03:13
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You’ve been asleep at least an hour
I’m sitting upright, an ancient tide
Overpowering me
The light at our bedside having drawn back the feeling
That I never will be free
You won’t wake up with the man
Who kissed you goodnight
He might be gone a while
This isn’t my first time, taking his place
And I hate to make you wait
While I wander out in the rain
It’s just another bad turn
There’s something rotten
Deep in my system
But please don’t worry
I’ll make it back
By the skin of my teeth
Living with the healthy
It never has been easy
Trying to keep pace
I pay in blood and forfeit grace
But in the midst of winter sometimes you find
An invincible summer waiting
It’s just another bad turn
There’s something rotten
Deep in my system
But please don’t worry
I’ll make it back
By the skin of my teeth
Just wait and see
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5. |
Even Now
04:48
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Even now when I feel your eyes on me
There is no room I couldn't leave
If you whispered in my ear
But you never whisper
I am not the beginner I was
Never could have been enough
Silent when I sobered up
As a wide-eyed dog lost in the fog
But it's not like we can decide, who we think of at night
And you have re-appeared, after all of these years
A closed door in the distance
It's not an ache, just a fleeting craving
To return to some lost morning
With everything that is in me now, to stamp all my old weakness out
Knowing there's no time to fuck around
As we're surrounded by those we will lose
Neglecting gardens as the heaviest of news
Stacks up and numbs like paperwork, how tempting to look backwards
While the present still holds space in which to move
And I know I should
But it's not like we can decide, who we think of at night
And you have re-appeared, after all of these years
Almost a stranger
Oh, last night to my eyes
You were as easy to turn from
As a single candlelight in a dark room
And I wanted you closer
What might happen now we're older
In spite of my best thinking this is a decadent feeling
And I give in all too easy
I give in all too easy
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6. |
Genius
04:40
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Like a preacher at my door
Twisting conversation into a war
Bullet points are flying out
Of your mouth as you’re looking down
Like some God in judgement
Convinced there’s nothing
But fairy tales between my ears
Don’t we all think we see clear
If you can’t listen then don’t start talking
Not even a genius can be all knowing
And you’re no fucking genius
You’re no fucking genius
I interject and your eyes glaze over
Blind faith massaging broad shoulders
Would you scream the world into submission
Just to shield yourself from slipping
Into the shoes of strangers
That would give you nightmares
Just stand down and meet me halfway
I’d have let you have your say
But it’s like trying to reason with a steamroller
Do you even see me, bludgeoned and bored
If you can’t listen then don’t start talking
Not even a genius can be all knowing
And you’re no fucking genius
Like I’m no fucking genius
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Linburn Glasgow, UK
Linburn is Fraser MacIntyre, a Dunfermline-raised, Glasgow-based songwriter.
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