1. |
Another Shitty Movie
02:12
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Told me to look after myself,
can't rely on anybody else.
You don't have the time.
We eat, fall asleep,
wake up, then repeat.
Routine's going to kill us.
I remember when I was flying,
and I looked down at the sea,
from the airplane window.
Closed my eyes and
thought about crying,
while the in-flight TV
played another shitty movie.
Staring at a comatose telephone
Millencolin and a six pack of my own
best night I ever had.
So far, so good.
Oh wait. I miss you.
And your naval strip wardrobe.
A cold day in the city of sails,
near the apartment you used to live in.
But you don't live there anymore.
I can see the skeleton of a whale,
you say it's a building, but I know better,
you don't live there anymore.
I remember when I was flying,
and I looked down at the sea,
from the airplane window.
Closed my eyes and
thought about crying,
while the in-flight TV
played another shitty movie.
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2. |
Hotel
02:54
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Clean white towels and mini bar vodka,
I'm getting by.
Watch TV, eat room service lobster,
AC on high.
It's dark all day, bright all night.
Body clock's fried.
Are there more towels, coming my way
I can't stay dry.
I'm sleeping in a hotel that bears your name.
Turn off the TV, read Franz Kafka,
It's a bug life.
I ought to sleep, but I don't wanna
got a full mind.
Don't disturb me,
cause I'm trying to finish something.
I'm sleeping in a hotel that bears your name.
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The Muscle Auckland, New Zealand
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