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1. |
Our Love
04:31
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Our love, is so pure
Our love, will always be true
Our love, between me and you
Our love, I just never knew
Our love, is made of trust
The truth, is a must
Our love, our love
Our love, is so pure
Our love, will never end
It will endure, forever my friend
Our love, is richer than gold
It’ll keep us warm, no matter how cold
I want to hold you
I want your touch
I want to kiss your lips
Oh so much
I need to hold you
I need your touch
I need to kiss your lips
Oh just once
Just once
Just once
Just once
Just once
Our love
Our love
Our love
Our love
Our love, is so pure
Our love, is so pure
Our love, is so pure
Our love, is so pure
Our love, is so pure
Our Love
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2. |
No Control
01:27
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The chains of conformity
That pull upon your collar
Complete control of you
No fear like a caveman
Never do me no wrong
I still don’t feel a thing
Try as I might, helpless
I stuff it up, helpless
Control’s complete, control’s complete
Grow, strive, pride, lies
Bear, share, care, dare
Pain, gain, sustain
Beauty in disguise
Our demise, it’s our demise
No control, no control, no control
no control, no control, no control
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3. |
Our Love (Part 2)
03:01
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When all is said, and all is done
As the sun sets, I’ll still be the one
Yeah I’ll be the one, on which you’ll depend
Your love I shall win, true to the end
I need to hold you
I need your touch
I need to kiss your lips
Just once
Just let me hold you
Just give me your touch
Just let me kiss your lips
Just give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Just give me your love
Oh what about our love
Our love, our love
What about our love, our love
Our love, our love, our love, our love
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4. |
Limerence
04:20
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I take back everything that I’ve told you
All those words that I’ve said
You were walking out on me
Oh you were, messing with my head
Tear up, all the letters I’ve sent you
Forget, everything, that you’ve read
I’ve found a little distraction
She keeps you out of my head
I take back all my desperate rantings
Sentiments I’m recanting
No idea what came over me
No control, as you leave
Forget, all of the promises
They’re just words from yesterday
I found another to play with
I kind of like the new games
I take back all the feelings imparted
My heart you stole and discarded
Misery prevails
So far from where we started
Delete, all the messages sent you
The ones with crosses, at the end
I found another to lay with
To fill the void in my bed
Erase, that song that I wrote for you
Those words they were never meant to be
I found another to dance with
To this song called limerence
Limerence
Limerence
Limerence
Limerence
Limerence
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5. |
Automaton Girl
03:05
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Tambourines banging
Ducks defecating Flautist with fingers of skin
Jacques de Vaucanson
Made fine automaton
But I can do better than him
With gears and cogs and love
My muse she’ll rise above
I’ll build the perfect girl
She’ll always be there for me
With just the turn of a key
She’ll be my automaton
Never do me no wrong
Be my automaton girl
Beauty so heavenly
Only a god can giveBut I’ll be the one to bestow
She sings to me tenderly
Makes love so splendidly
She’ll be my muse be my whore
Curvaceously thin
With milky white skin
Blue eyes I’ll give her a soul
Legs long so slenderlya smile that’s just for me
She’ll be my automaton
Never do me no wrong
Be my automaton girl
Automaton girl
Automaton girl
My automaton girl
My automaton girl
Be my automaton girl
She’ll be my automaton
Never do me no wrong
She’ll be my automaton,
automaton, automaton,
automaton, automaton girl
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6. |
That's Me
04:44
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All my life I have tried, I am tired, find some love, push it down, to the ground, then I found you
Can I grow, can I strive, live my life, full of pride, anti-hide, lies aside, now I’ve found you
Angry man with love, in my heart
That’s me
Perfectly, faulty
That’s me
That’s me
That’s me
That’s me
Yeah
Now I fear, ‘cause you’re here, can I live, can I give, for years together with a woman like you
Soul to bear, life to share, living fair, loving care, never ever dare lose a woman like you
Ironically, contradictory
That’s me
Worn hearts sown, on my sleeves
That’s me
That’s me
That’s me
That’s me
What you get, is what you see
Slightly used, little rough around the seams
That’s me
Living marginally beyond my means
That’s me
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7. |
Sadist In Slippers
04:37
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Boundaries in place, safe words agreed
Limitations discussed, you’re on your knees
You start to sweat, you start to fear
You start to wonder, why am I hear
She’s a sadist in slippers
Warm and friendly, kind of cute
But in her boots of Spanish leather
Oh boy she’ll walk all over you
Restraints attached, control’s complete
Your trust is given, it’s time to heed
You want to scream, her glove grips you tight
Safe words they mean little,
when gasping for your life
She’s a sadist in slippers
Cane breaks your skin, you start to bleed
But in her dungeon of pain and pleasure
You’ll get more than just what you need
You feel the lash
She needs your fear
Her pleasure’s building
She’s almost near
Your pleas are mute
No-one to hear
She’s a sadist in slippers
Fluffy ears, cute eyes they stare up at you
Another whip cracks down upon you
Those bunny slippers were just a ruse
She’s a sadist in
Warm smile, and steely cold black boots
You feel that pull, that pull upon your collar
Oh she’s got complete control of you
Of you
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8. |
(Don't) Open It
06:03
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35 Oakfield Avenue, Freeport New York
Mailed buzz and heroin,
found post mortal thought
Poor man’s copyright, from 1965
Don’t open it, I said don’t open it
Creedmore state hospital, village green
Shock me, mock me, I don’t feel a thing
Queer leanings, hostile mood swings
Stomp my, my ostrich head,
I still don’t feel a thing
Poor man’s copyright, 1965
I don’t want to listen to that shit anymore
I don’t want to hear it
Don’t open it, I said don’t open it
Syracuse University, downtown New York
Tormented introspective, romantic poet
Delmore and Seymour, Bunnies gift
Shelley’s love, competing with this shit
Poor man’s copyright, from 1965
I said I don’t want to hear this stuff anymore
I don’t want it in my life
Poor man’s copyright, May 11, 1965
Primitive, warlocks,
falling like spikes from the skies
Don’t open it, I said don’t open itI said don’t open, I said don’t open, why would you open it
56 Ludlow Street, on the lower east side
Normal like a caveman, no drug fuelled high
Heroin and Venus, on a Harlem sidewalk
To pay the rent, to keep warm,
moreover just to score
Poor man’s copyright, 1965
I’m not going to listen to these things anymore
Poor man’s copyright, May 11, 1965
Primitive, warlocks,
falling like spikes from the skies
Poor man’s copyright, from 1965
Primitive, warlocks,
falling like spikes from the skies
Poor man’s copyright, May 11, 1965
Primitive, warlocks,
falling like spikes from the skies
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9. |
Helpless
04:35
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I’m helpless, to your charms
Inevitable pain, we sustain
The joys, that we gain, I’m helpless
I’m helpless, that look in your eyes
Hey don’t look, too closely into mine
Suffering as beauty, in disguise, I’m helpless
I’m helpless, it’s helpless, I’m helpless
I’m helpless, our demise
Tides change, love subsides
Hurt swells, please don’t despise
Our memories, will survive, I’m helpless
It’s helpless, it’s helpless, just helpless
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10. |
Flying
05:12
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I need to escape, this labyrinth of lost
I want to soar like Icarus, in the sky above
Not too high to melt, or too low to clog
I’m flying from you, you could have flown too
Chains of conformity, our lives lived so normally
This world’s no longer for me,
I need to grow break free
Find higher ground, where gravities not abound
I’m flying from you, you could fly too
You could have flown too
I’m flying from you, but you could come too
In purgatory we exist, we’re dying bit by bit
Mortality it will kill you, the moment you let it
Time to rise above, or settle in the dust
I’m flying from you, you could fly too
And now I’m flying, I’m soaring high above
I’m living not dying, all my dreams and love
Oh but it’s sad to look down,
and see you from above
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11. |
Find A Way
05:55
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Haven’t had much luck,
with this thing called love
Try as I might, I seem to stuff it up
My thoughts are with you, most of my time
The more I think about it,
we have a problem in kind
But we can find a way
We can find a way
Two lost souls, on this journey of life
We danced through the days,
we cradled in the night
We’ve had our problems,
enough to see most out
But as I sing this song, oh I have no doubt
That we can find a way
Oh we can find a way
We can find a way
We can find a way
We can find a way
We can find a way
We can find a way
We can find a way
Give yourself to me, I give myself to you
Let me take your hand in mine,
we can see this through
Hey nothing’s perfect,
yeah we’ll have doubts
But is we’re together,
we can work it out
And we can find a way
We can find a way
We can find a way
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2 Inch Tape Melbourne, Australia
Melbourne band 2 Inch Tape adheres to an aesthetic of yesteryear; real instruments played with an authenticity that is often abandoned in our technology-enabled times.
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