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And I wake to the wail.
Like moan of a bus as it groans to a standstill,
Around the block from the place that I'll leave soon;
Four bulbs later, bulbs from the lamp that my dad bought me.
So I'll hit the ground running and tear up the streets.
But complain about my face and the pain in my feet,
As I notch up another year until we're all past it.
And the noose around my neck's tightened too much to take.
And I wake to the wail.
Like moan of a bus as it groans to a standstill,
Around the block from the place that I'll leave soon;
Four bulbs later, bulbs from the lamp that my dad bought me.
So I'll hit the ground running and tear up the streets.
But complain about my face and the pain in my feet,
As I notch up another year until we're all past it.
And the noose around my neck's tightened too much to take.
The noose around my neck has tightened too much to take.
- Album:
- Tiny Rewards
- Tree Bursts in Snow
- Boots Met My Face
- Holding the Strings
- Building as Foreign
- Holding the Strings - Single
- Evangeline
- Evangeline - Single
- Nettwerk Fall Music Sampler 2012
- Tree Bursts In Snow (Bonus Track Version)
- Guest of the Government
- Nettwerk: 30 Years of Music
- Tree Bursts in Snow (Bonus Version)
- Guest of the Government - Single
- The Paper Trench
- Beetle in the Box
- Paste mPlayer #46
- Nettwerk Spring Music Sampler 2012
- For The Turnstiles - 16 Tracks Of Brilliant New Music
- Rough Guide To Scottish Music (3rd Edition)