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Mama said that I was born to be a sinner
Self-fulfilling prophecy
Cage the kids to keep them safe for the winter
Roll my eyes, and toss away the key
In cold blood, the prophecy demands it
Rinse the Earth to wash away the scum
Keep it warm, as hot as they can stand it
Fahrenheit 451
All I do, I do for you
All I am, I give to you
I shed my blood and tears for you
All I kill, I kill for you
Mama said that I would grow to be a killer
Self-fulfilling prophecy
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Sign, it’s a terrible sign
When they’re forming a line to watch you burn
Head, man, off with his head
Let’s find him a hole to fill in
In the dead of the night
The flames they will fly
What a glorious sight
A lesson well learned
I’ve been waiting my turn
And I’ll be watching you burn
Nigh, the ending is nigh
With no goodbyes to sooth you
Life, what a waste of a life
No tears or roses falling
In the dead of the night
The flames they will fly
What a glorious sight
A lesson well learned
I’ve been waiting my turn
And I’ll be watching you burn
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The Half-Empty Man
05:14
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Doomed from the start
You tore me apart
I’m not here today
Please don’t call again
Dreaming of you
The last thing I’ll do
I’m not here today
Please don’t call again
Losing my edge
Still mourning my friends
A flickering flame
Extinguished then grey
I’m not here today
Please don’t call again
Warning. Don’t say you got no warning
Those lies don’t suit you
Warning. Please don’t ignore the warning.
I cannot lose you
Well, we gave them quite a show
We pulled it off, blow-by-blow
When I say stop, that’s when you go
The more I learn the less you know
Warning. Don’t say you got no warning
Those lies don’t suit you
Warning. Please don’t ignore the warning.
I cannot lose you
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An Ode to Orson Welles
04:01
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They’re gonna love me when I’m dead
That’s what the great director said
Then he blew it all for fame
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
I hope you’re not the only one
If so, then I’ll shoulder the blame
Oh, what a day
Oh, what a day
The perfect life
You threw it all away
Oh, what a day
Oh, what a day
Back down to Earth
In the most inglorious way
My unfinished masterpiece
Must be buried incomplete
Left to ruin in the rain
It’s best the world will never know
Just how far this man will go
Forever burdening the shame
My dirty secrets die with me
A badly written tragedy
That gets worse with every page
Thank God we lose our memory
A blessing bound to you and me
The pain gets easier with age
Oh, what a day
Oh, what a day
I cannot claim
I did it all my way
Oh, what a day
Oh, what a day
Although it hurt
I’d do it all again
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All Dressed in White
03:52
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She combed her hair for the break-up call
Checked her smile was symmetrical
Kept it quick, kept it clinical
Scripted her lines
Aftershave for the funeral
He rolled his eyes at the speech
Caught her gaze, unmistakeable
Her red, blushing cheeks
Is it me or did you look my way?
Oh, what a tragic day!
But you’re looking nice…
I can never quite find the right words to say
God, you’re so damn brave
All dressed in white
A silhouette in the morning light
Coffee breath and little sleep
Cigarette, stay another night?
Shoulders marked by her teeth
What makes you think that I want you to stay?
Did I forget to say;
That you’re not my type.
Keep this lighter as a souvenir
And wipe away those tears
We’re just too alike
So, comb your hair for the break-up call
And check there’s nothing in your teeth
You can talk for the both of us
Be sure to enunciate your speech.
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Bert Honour Oxford, UK
Singer-songwriter from Oxfordshire.
Misguided, wayward and fueled by whisky. Breaker of
strings, glasses and eardrums.
Primarily a songwriter and author, Bert is also a mediocre singer, guitarist, pianist and harmonica-ist.
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