1. |
Born In A Hit Song
03:10
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Every move she made, every breath was yes
I knew she was mine, she had to be mine
Born in a hit song
Got my hands on her head, the world on my shoulders
She’s on her knees
Got my hands on her head, the world on my shoulders
Sucking on my toes
Born in a hit song
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2. |
Come 2 Your Senses
02:06
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If you won't come to bed
Then at least come (round)
To your senses
If the walk's dark ahead
Then it maybe can be sped
By laying low
Your defences
The night no longer young
All roomates have gone
Step over this mere frontier
And into my arms
You can keep on your jeans
You can do as you please
But please, keep me warm
Though the covers are scarce
I could not care less
As you caress me
Here,
In my home.
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3. |
Next In Line
02:49
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OK, so
maybe
he's
not (yet) mine – that's okay ;
there's still
plenty
of time -
least he forget
my wild bet (of a soft breast pressed)
on his body,
laced firm
against mine
to remind him
I'm
next
in
line.
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4. |
Time 4 Us
03:21
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If the sun
Doesn't come
I won't wait for him any longer
There is always time for us
If the sum
Doesn't come
I have a plague for him and all his villagers
There is always time for us
If the sun
Crashes into me
With the full force of an atom bomb
I won't budge
There is always time for us
If it's love
Flashing lights at me
With the face of my own worst enemy
I won't run
There is always time for us
If the fun
Hasn't gone
I will stick around a little longer
There is always time for us
If by one,
I'm still around
You can't kick me out no matter what
There is always time for us
If their guns
One by one
Take care of each an every last one of us
I won't budge
There is always time for us
If it's love
Flashing lights at me
With the fist of my own worst enemy
I won't run
There is always time for us
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5. |
Come Close
01:25
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There are bruises all over you
A teenage diary in black and blue
From your ankles to your shoulders
A tale of hugs and drugs and wasted hours
If you want to get over it,
If you want me to know
How the fuck you got here
You’ve got to let me come close
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6. |
My Days = My Bad Dreams
02:43
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My days are my bad dreams
Everything seems to cripple me
It's a feeling I didn't recognize
A cold face from another life
How it all came back to me
A memory – lost in time
How someone remembered
A borrowed word
That once was mine
My days are my bad dreams
Everything seems misplaced to me
It's like coming home to my room
And finding someone had searched it
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7. |
Crime Scene
03:03
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I'm a crime scene
Don't cross me baby
You'll hope to die I swear
Her name was Faustine
Only eighteen
In 2-0-1-2, I was there
The door ahead is open wide
Beware - but don't be afraid
Be prepared for anything
And expect nothingness
Back at the crime scene
Don't touch me baby
Cross my heart and hope to die
Walk through the bodies
And through what they mean
If you dare, my friend
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8. |
Night Time Delight
02:33
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My coat is dripping wet
Your summer dress is gone
Shoes and all
My hips under your weight
Your white teeth shining in the morning sun
She’s not like you
And I’m not used to being used to not being
She’s not like you
And I’m not used to being used to not being
Your night time delight
Your summer dress dripping wet
She’s not like you
And I’m not used to being used to not being
My coat is dripping wet
Your summer dress is gone
Shoes and all
Your legs around my neck
You steal my breath my hand bangs on a wall
And I’m not used to being used to being here
Without you here too
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9. |
The Product
03:59
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I’m the product
Of your intellect chasing emptiness
reflecting on itself
Of your obsessions
and your disbelief in your old teachers
Of your restlessness
in your search for patterns in the universe
Of your primal fear,
your wish to die and your will to live
I’m the product of love
I’m the product of pain
The product of every time you failed
I’m the product of you being yourself
A better version of your former self
I’m the product
Of the time you spent in a dark dark place
holding your mental breath
Of the attention you paid
to details when you made your plans
Of your selflessness
and your sacrifices and all the rest
Of your hopes and dreams
and the wisdom to know they’re not what they seem
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10. |
Come Close (reprise)
02:06
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You hide your story under long sleeves
But it won’t make it less real
Just know you’ve got no one left to fight
Forget the boy and his switchblade knife
If you wanna get over it
If you want me to show
How to help the wound heal
You’ve got to let me come close
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11. |
Skin Deep Love
03:02
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No skin deep love is enough to fill up
My bottomless heart
My restless heart
My barely-making-it-to-the-end-of-the-day heart
I’ve tried it before and I’ll try it again
I know of every touch every smell every taste
Your body has to offer
But your mind is what I’m after
Can’t fall in love with a secret
Can’t connect with body parts
If what you see is what you get
I don’t get it
You wanted it slow, I took it slow
Looking back I was wrong from the get go
I spoke the wrong language, you didn’t pay attention
Caught in expectations we thought the other had
I’ve tried it before and I’ll try it again
I know of every touch every smell every taste
Your body has to offer
But your mind is the true wonder
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12. |
Stop Drop
02:34
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You’re always gonna see him
Dancing on his own
Shaking his feet to the odd beat
Of a forgotten song
You’re always gonna hear him
Knocking on your door
With both of your hands on your ears you pretend
Not to hear his call
You’re always gonna find him
Walking by your side
When you know where you’re going but
Can’t remember why
Stop drop and lay down a while
When you wake up
When you fall down
When what’s left
Doesn’t feel right
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Eastern Trade Lille, France
Picture Iggy's twenty-year-old son pounding a minimalistic drum kit and screaming backing vocals in a duet-cum-band fronted by a silver-haired left-handed, grunge-riffing Jim Morrisson, singing somewhere between Iggy Snr, Bowie and Nick Cave.
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