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Razumikhin
03:38
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I guess this is the life,
Safe and structured, ordinarily suffered.
No need to piss on the fire,
Your integrity's worth more than one camp scuppered.
There's a difference between not trying to fit in,
And trying too hard not to fit in.
For a melancholic soul, this season's first days,
are that perfect feeling between a bandage and a graze.
I won't be what the Winter expects me to be,
But there's just no point throwing punches at the Arctic wind.
Frostbite and knuckles don't mix well,
But nor does sitting and waiting for the flu to sink in.
I guess I'm doing it right,
Calm, deflated, neither liked nor hated.
For when the present's bright,
What's the future got to offer than a light belated?
There's a difference between a pessimist,
And a man who's always wanting more than this.
For every step of that carriage there's a muscle strained,
No offensive, just a hanging sustained.
I won't be what the Winter expects me to be,
But there's just no point throwing punches at the Arctic wind.
Frostbite and knuckles don't mix well,
But nor does sitting and waiting for the flu to sink in.
No, I'm not a killer or a young ignited scholar,
But I still seem to float in between with this crime.
No, this is isn't St Petersburg,
And times have moved on with all their dirge,
But punishment stays personal and internalised.
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Tongues of Travesties
04:07
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Stop pushing that big red button,
We're not dropping bombs, we're only telling the truth.
She won't stop pushing that big red button,
I don't know what the hell to do.
If it's not one thing, it is the next day.
If it's not controlled, it can't be the right way.
Break it down, set it on fire,
(You're a part-time arsonist by now)
Flood this town with crooks and liars.
Stop pushing that big red button,
I'm only singing songs to stop me telling the truth.
I can't stop pushing that big red button,
Though it's not what I want to do.
If you don't like this, you can go your own way.
Just whatever you do, don't stay another day.
Break it down, set it on fire,
(You're a part-time arsonist by now)
Flood this town with crooks and liars.
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Crooked Snakes
04:51
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Oh this precious life, I've kept it safe,
Keeping the sharks and crooked snakes at bay.
And though there's darkness along the way,
There can be brightness found in each new day.
I used to watch The Lone Ranger, that's who I wanted to be.
I don't have a mask, I'm looking down at the ground and keep my dark horse close to me.
A pen is my revolver, firing so aimlessly.
I make this feeling last to treasure the sound of voices drifting out to sea.
Such cautious life, yet never home,
Like there's a bitter past running through these twisted bones.
And though the climb is steep and progress slow,
It gives more time for Happiness to grow.
I used to watch The Lone Ranger, that's who I wanted to be.
I don't have a mask, I'm looking down at the ground and keep my dark horse close to me.
A pen is my revolver, firing so aimlessly.
I make this feeling last to treasure the sound of voices drifting out to sea.
I used to watch The Lone Ranger, that's who I wanted to be.
I don't have a mask, I'm looking down at the ground and keep my dark horse close to me.
A pen is my revolver, firing so aimlessly.
I make this feeling last to treasure the sound of voices drifting out to sea.
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Raggybones Epsom, UK
Raggybones are a DIY band from Surrey, mixing the socio-political punk of The Jam and Billy Bragg, the spacious elements of
Fleetwood Mac and Tom Petty and the adventurous approach of Biffy Blyro and Reuben.
After developing their sound with full length 'Minimum Rage' and then EP 'From The Stronger', the band are releasing a string of individual songs with no limitations.
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