1.Come On, Come Clean
You know it's a funny thing.
You might even be my favourite human being.
I want to meet you where
If we choose, we can do it; I'm almost there.
I move like I'm asleep.
Everything's solid, still, a kind of fatigue.
But I can feel you rushing me
Into your arms, off my feet ...
COME ON WATCH ME SLOWING DOWN.
ONCE AGAIN I'M COMING ROUND.
WHAT IS IT YOU WANT？
COME ON, COME CLEAN.
The glow of things at dusk,
Sometimes I think I'd die for a single touch.
Come on and taste the air,
God, I want to meet you there.
COME ON WATCH ME SLOWING DOWN.
ONCE AGAIN I'M COMING ROUND.
WHAT IS IT YOU WANT？
COME ON, COME CLEAN.
COME ON, LET'S DO IT ONCE AGAIN.
SOON THE MOSS WILL COVER UP OUR NAMES.
WHAT IS IT YOU WANT？
COME ON, COME CLEAN.
Decorated with casualness：
The abyss in my stomach, so much bliss.
The messages you send...
Stage fright, here we go again.
Yesterday's miasma creeps
Round the flowers you intend to keep.
But the sun is breaking through
The fuzzy mist between me and you.
COME ON WATCH ME SLOWING DOWN.
ONCE AGAIN I'M COMING ROUND.
WHAT IS IT YOU WANT？
COME ON, COME CLEAN.
COME ON, LET'S DO IT ONCE AGAIN.
SOON THE MOSS WILL COVER UP OUR NAMES.
WHAT IS IT YOU WANT？
COME ON, COME CLEAN.
2.Bubblehead
In here you are a pale shade of cream,
Weightless, attractive, a disposable dream.
Yeah, reality is an empty space.
You can make things happen, you can sit and waste.
Space, fill it with holes and things.
For all I care, you can pull all the strings.
Come now and see the sheen of what
We take in, fake up, throw out, up.
Blood, electric with joy,
The urge to cradle and the urge to destroy：
Take it out on me, out of me, out of sight,
It's all right if you do not want to make it all right.
HERE IT COMES, I CAN TAKE IT.
HERE IT COMES, RIDE THE WAVE.
HEY, BUBBLEHEAD, YOU'D BE SURPRISED AT WHAT YOU CAN TAKE.
Whatever moves forward will also move back.
If you don't expect anything, then that's what you get.
I see you in silhouette against electric light.
Warm human magic, you are alive, alight.
For the zoom that is in it we like to hear sung
The language of bubbles that is spoken there;
Come clean. You wear me out.
The lustre of whatever jets out of your mouth.
HERE IT COMES, I CAN TAKE IT.
HERE IT COMES, RIDE THE WAVE.
HEY, BUBBLEHEAD, YOU'D BE SURPRISED AT WHAT YOU CAN TAKE.
3.I Don't Care If You Like Me
I don't want to have anything to do
with you anymore, oh yeah, I'm rid of you.
You tried to take me in, you tried to take me out.
And by your good intentions I have been messed about.
And all the things you did, you say you did them for me
Well I cut myself looks from those things not free
Yeah, you are out of me and I'm breathing fresh air.
I'm the best from all of us, not that I care.
I DON'T CARE IF YOU LIKE ME
All the things you did in the privacy
Of our home, yeah you did them to me.
I don't hate you now and I don't think I will.
I guess I'm being indifferent to you at full tilt.
I DON'T CARE IF YOU LIKE ME
(lots of) Nanananana
NO, I DON'T CARE IF YOU LIKE ME
(lots of) Nanananana
4.Little Everyday Things
We tried so hard
To get off to a good start.
All the toil and care
Won't get you anywhere.
Sing me a song
As dusk is coming on.
A lullaby,
A song at the end of the day
THIS IS MY ROOM,
THIS IS MY VIEW.
THIS IS WHERE I ENJOY MISSING YOU.
LITTLE EVERYDAY THINGS,
RADIO TUNES.
OH, IT SEEMS TO GET ME THROUGH.
Sing me a song,
Mend whatever wherever went wrong.
A lullaby,
Fill my room with who you are tonight.
THIS IS MY ROOM,
THIS IS MY VIEW.
THIS IS WHERE I ENJOY MISSING YOU.
LITTLE EVERYDAY THINGS,
RADIO TUNES.
OH, WHATEVER GETS YOU THROUGH.
5.Catching The Bug
You say the river is heavy with melted ice and melted snow.
What a slushy thing to say：We mirror this, this river's flow.
By the river we found a bug, underneath our feet, underneath the
ice.
Now we are waiting for the joys of spring, will it come to life,
will it come to life？
I WANT TO FEEL WHAT IT IS TO LIVE.
You are wonderful and present in the sun. I can see your skin, I
can guess your bones.
Into our hall of mirrors I choose to run with a bag of tricks, a
bag of stones.
CAUSE I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS TO LIVE.
I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS TO LIVE.
INSIDE MY HEAD ...
6.All I Know
Come to rest, as I am now,
With my thoughts dispersed and whirled about.
With silence and a blank face
I am moving through a maze of days.
You, do you want to know where I have come from？
You, do you want to know where I do belong？
ALL I KNOW
IS THAT I FOUND A WAY,
IT NEVER GAVE ME AWAY.
They buried the tiny soul
Where the oleander grows.
They drank and sang until they dropped.
Something wild to absorb the shock.
And now, now you know where I have come from？
Now, now you know where I do belong.
ALL I KNOW
IS THAT I FOUND A WAY,
IT NEVER GAVE ME AWAY.
Now, now you know where I have come from.
Now, now you know were I do belong
Now, now you know why I don't belong...
ALL I KNOW
IS THAT I FOUND A WAY,
IT NEVER GAVE ME AWAY.
I NEVER GAVE IT AWAY.
7.Honeycomb
She offers me the honeycomb, its sweetness in the air.
A young and beautiful girl with pearls in her hair.
She showers me with shiny things, the pleasure that she brings.
A young and
beautiful girl, she aims to hit me with her sting.
She offers me the honeycomb in hands that are reversed,
With the left hand on her right arm, and her hair is full of
pearls.
I feel the dew rolling off my skin, I can see mirrored in her
eyes
My pink and shiny, shiny skin. She measures me in sweetness and
light.
I REALLY DON'T CARE NOW FOR ANYTHING YOU DO.
In the light of day the world takes shape, as solid as you and
me.
In the light of day there is nothing left of the things that
cannot be.
Hey, look at this, this is me. This is my half-lived life.
This is me, I'm drawn into a pattern of my design.
I REALLY DON'T CARE NOW FOR ANYTHING YOU DO.
...and if you don't care now, then we are free to go.
And if you don't care now, then we are free to go.
8.Welcome Home
So here we are now,
A sleepy place.
On sleeping pills you ride the waves.
WELCOME HOME,
RUN INTO OPEN ARMS.
SAY HI TO MOM, TURN ON THE CHARM.
Chemical refreshments,
Anything for a laugh.
So this is where the current dropped you off.
WELCOME HOME,
RUN INTO OPEN ARMS.
SAY HI TO MOM, TURN ON THE CHARM.
YOU ARE STILL IN BLOOM.
What will create coherence
Where there is none？
Will nightmares and flashbacks guide you home？
The leaves and flowers
Of your childhood sing.
It's a lovely tune, it is still within.
WELCOME HOME,
RUN INTO OPEN ARMS.
SAY HI TO MOM, TURN ON THE CHARM.
YOU ARE STILL IN BLOOM...
9.Show Them What You Are Made Of
Adapted to a myriad of ends...
Adaptability, the way we bend...
Covered in glittering, connecting sparks;
Caught in the cogwheel jitterbug.
Why don't you show them what you are made of right now？
Get up and show them what you are made of right now...
Nothing is there to hold you back, a black wall.
But nothing is nothing, it is nothing at all ...
YOU'D BE ALL RIGHT, HEAD-ON.
YOU COULD BE ALL RIGHT, YOU COULD BE AT ONE.
Guiding light from a long way off ...
Glowing tissue in an ocean of moths ...
Floor of wings underneath you, too ...
How I wish to open up into you...
I WOULD BE ALL RIGHT, SHINE ON.
I COULD BE ALL RIGHT, I COULD BE AT ONE.
I COULD BE ANYTHING, I COULD BE ANYTHING ...
I COULD BE ANYTHING, OH GOD, I COULD BE ANYTHING.
I COULD BE ANYTHING, I COULD BE ANYTHING
10.Nothing To Have
An uncanny sweetness seeps in through
A black speaker into me and you,
Chasing the dust out of the things we wear.
We walked out of the dusk into the light
Of the promenade, side by side.
Throwing stones into a fading day...
WE ARE SORTED OUT,
IT MAKES ME ILL.
I WANT TO BURN, I WANT TO FEEL
THERE IS SOMEWHERE TO GET TO,
SOMETHING TO HAVE.
There is a curious glow that radiates calm.
It's in the waves, it's in the dawn.
It's in the cars crushed into squares of scrap.
Finding shy creatures under the stones.
It's all part of the place called home.
Can this be true, can such things be？
WE ARE SORTED OUT,
IT MAKES ME ILL.
I WANT TO BURN, I WANT TO FEEL
THERE IS SOMEWHERE TO GET TO,
SOMETHING TO HAVE.
THERE WERE LOVED ONES,
MACHINES THAT CLICK.
THE END IS BITTER AND NOT AT ALL QUICK.
THERE IS NOWHERE TO GET TO,
NOTHING TO HAVE.
11.Solid
Hey now, it is high time we moved onward.
Yeah, we have seen it a thousand times.
Is it so sweet to the taste, this load of junk？
Hey now, this is something special.
Can't you feel it is something special？
Are you anaesthetised by the volume of waste？
TO GET OFF I WOULD BEND INTO ANY SHAPE AT ALL.
We are solid with each other.
Easy to make, hard to destroy：
The make-up of the world we think we know so well.
TO GET OFF I WOULD BEND INTO ANY SHAPE AT ALL.
12.Out On Your Own
You are out on your own.
You got yourself free.
Have you been caught by the offshore breeze？
You are out on your own,
Am I getting you down？
Hey, I don't want to get you down.
All these beautiful things
You are waiting for,
They slumber on the ocean floor.
To very strange things
I am host.
Where will you be when you need me most？
You are burning it now,
You are burning it now.
I have piled it all up, it is burning now.
I hope you are well
And your sleep will be sweet
Among bivalves and sea anemones.
13.The Long Slide
Moving inside a structure of restraint and doubt.
A state of torpor induced by what the code allows.
Grant me one wish and I will bag that set of rules.
Let's break the wishbone, let's break the rules that govern you.
I'm a creature in great shape and thus I spend my days：
A grey thought in a grey shade, folding into a light-filled
space.
The long slide, the long slide,
I'm going down the long slide.
My trail of star dust
Was once the fabric of my life.
I'm coming back to what I know.
14.You Hate Yourself, You Want To Die
Awed by you, your anger, angst and hate.
You wear denial, running shoes of lead.
Uncared for; bloody but unbent.
Hey, are you exploding once again？
YOU HATE YOURSELF, YOU WANT TO DIE.
Hellfire girl, bloody but unbent.
Hey, are you exploding once again？
YOU HATE YOURSELF, YOU WANT TO DIE.
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