Found underneath a gooseberry bush, some time past. A purveyor of pomes and posey, liking nothing more than to be thumbing his flaming jangle music all hours.
Don't take it personal - the day's dull
it's the liminal i'm after to make fun
of evenings bored awake
don't wake me i'll sleep 'till tomorrow
i'll beg, steal or borrow
gently drift away
don't break it up, no taking off, i'm turning over after you go
don't wake me i'll sleep in - it's no...
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We have our ways, our ways find means
the winter king and his harvest feast
burn the wood man! Make him dead! Kill the thing he represents! Hoist him up with rope or string! Make him dangle! Make him swing! Eternity is found again! In the sea mixed up with the sun
burn the wood man! Make...
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A rollicking, drums and bass-laden ride through the deepest genre-bending corners of flakebelly's malleable, musical mind. Fusing elements of funk, soul, blues rock and hip-hop into a subtle flow of fractal sound, 'she loves like a vampire' examines themes of dependence and desire, filtered through...
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Kt when i'm older and balding
when i'm loud and boring, will you be there? Even when you've heard my stories
when i'm broken and haunted, will you still care? Promise me we'll keep exploring
looking for our kind of ordinary treasure chests
whenever you are melancholy, i will make you tea...
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