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Atomic Football
03:48
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I just wanted to know
How it feels to feel nothing at all
The city's full of circling crows
Eye sockets with no macula
I didn't want to stay
I thought of running away
Now I'm detaching my brain
The tyre on the lake
The towers melting away
In chromatic haze
We're reverting to clay
Atomic football
Feel it coming down
Losing control
Atomic football
Bodies all around
Bathe in the glow
Atomic football
Be my baby now
Let's hit the road
Atomic football
Think I'm coming down
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The Athlete
03:21
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I leaned back in my chair
To be honest I wasn't paying attention
I was trying to maximise my airtime
And I was getting better
I rocked a few times
And with one last great push
I hit my ceiling
I lay sprawled on the floor
I don't know what I expected
Gold medal, silver medal
I don't know what I expected
Bronze medal, wooden spoon
I like your style but just a word of advice
There's pre-established ways now to ruin your life
Every teacher knows a kid who smashed their head on a radiator
But what if a top scout from a top team had been?
(Yeah what about it?)
Says I have the best balance that they have ever seen
(I kind of doubt it)
Could you really ask me to give up on my Olympic dream?
(It's not going to happen just cos you say so)
And sponsorships and endorsements
And celebrations and standing ovations
And worldwide adulation and recognition and admiration
(Forget it)
What I was trying to say
Before you fell again
Into a fantasy
'For the last time, listen'
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Professional Conduct
05:23
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Now we’re in the earth’s twilight
It’s not without its highlights
I lost ten pounds on the big fight
Torn from a clover, my luck is over
Staying out of the spotlight
A subterranean luddite
On the factory floor
Lack of refinement, it’s not a science
Taking apart the machine
From the outside it’s mighty clean
I root around on the inside
I’m free
I’ve put it down to boredom
And the rule of the warden
Tired of working the lathe
I think I’ve had it
So I put a spanner into it
And tore up the meeting minutes
But on the way out I blew it
Bungled the operation
Taking apart the machine
From the outside it’s mighty clean
They root around on the inside of me
Hooked up to a machine
One hundred and twenty volts
Time passing by so quickly
The first cut hurt a little
It’s like a new kind of love
Without the inevitable pain that it implies through absence
Come on and cure my scatterbrain
I let go of something in that moment
Felt like a ball and a chain
Had loosened
Different but the same
I’m doing eighty words a minute
My car knowledge is infinite
When something’s broken I bin it
I’m a disciple of the new bible
Reorientation
And spectral visitation
They’re offering salvation
I turned my head to listen
Then I said to the spirit
“I’ll be down in a minute”
I turned on the television
And scratched at the incision
This professional conduct
Is more than a dream
It’s becoming a map for my nerves
Now you see
This world on loop feels pretty nice
I’ve got every pleasure device
To keep on picking me up
Like cold cola and ice
Hit the waves on pleasure beach
I want to ride on that highway
For days and days and days
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