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The Store
02:24
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Seeing all the dust and cotton
always getting what's forgotten
Sizes in the smalls and larges
Aisles and aisles of stupid assholes
What am I doing here?
The pain, everyday.
Miserable life.
In this store.
Take down the mannequin's
stupid shirt and leggings
Fill the racks with diamonds,
diamanté mui frustrante!
Oh what am I doing here,
in this store?
Standing here behind the same
fucking counter everyday
people becoming bags of flour and melons
sinking into carpets
falling through the tiles,
crashing through the glass...
“Do you have this in a medium?”
“No, we have it in brown.”
I wish I didn’t give such great fashion advice
crying in the fitting rooms
It's the end of the day
I gotta pack up, close up
to go to another store
to get myself some food...
Hello Mr Flour do you need a small?
What's that Mrs Watermelon? Can I smash you against the wall?
The fucking store
the fucking store
Fuck it all.
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2. |
Sugar
02:16
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Lost in the sugar cane,
I felt my way back again.
I'm lost in a dirty haze,
is this how you feel the same?
I'm lost.
I tossed all that stuff aside,
I go.
Oh. I'm in the middle of a slump,
and all I do is laugh by myself,
yeah, I laugh by myself,
I think I need to go home.
It's hard when people say
they've found the perfect way,
I'm lost in a dirty haze
and I go
what do we know
I take a chance now.
Oh. I'm in the middle of a slump,
I took myself upon the wrong way, up,
where is down, the wrong way down,
And now I know,
I go
You might not even be real,
And now I'm breaking my head in two,
I think the signs are all wrong,
I'm lost in a perfect place.
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3. |
Queeny
03:18
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The copyright in this sound recording is owned by Tara Bakkes, Joao Luis Lanca Henriques, Ines Soutschka, Roderick Hugh Alexander MacLeod.
© 2016.
All rights reserved.
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Julia Robert Cape Town, South Africa
Julia Robert was born in a mouldy garage on top of a hill.
Julia Robert has guitars, keyboards, drums, cables and singers.
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