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circling
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I'm terrified of Tokyo, not that I've ever been
Something bout the blinding light and people packed like tuna in a tin
When the sun goes down the race it doesn't quit,
Its all a master craft machine of cogs, a city like a clock that never stops its tick
Walking up a woodland trail, roadside's distant noise sustains
Music from a motor and it's spinning wheels,
"they should put a bench up here don't you agree
So we can sit and think", not that it would do us good
Every time we talk our brains begin to sink
Herons dancing miles above our heads
Waiting for it's prey to wilt away
Willow trees in solemn dress
Kris crossed on the grass
The weather turning, lurching back
Daylight cresting dark
I'm terrified of Sitting still, the life that it contains
Friendships borrowed like a pack of playing cards, handed back with folds and stains
A king misplaced, though they never seemed to mind. We stayed up late
To watch the day and night collide, the past and future intertwined
I've done my share of awful things, few that I'll admit
But I like to think I've learned a thing or two on the face of it
Scabs will heal, like all ordeals, unless you keep on picking till they bleed
Or you'll live each day suffering yourself the only one to blame
Herons dancing miles above our heads
Waiting for it's prey to wilt away
Willow trees in solemn dress
Kris crossed on the grass
Numbered days to disembark
Daylight cresting dark
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do no harm
04:14
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Dusty streets meander westward out of town
Canals filled with sewage to keep the tourists out
No end to the museums, monuments to sand
At night, you've never seen the sky so dark
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The writer in the corner of the bar
Not another drink, that's four so far
His pen heavy at the end of the page
Only a few more words and he'd call it a day
The postman's son, on a stool by the fire
Heavy coat, and a frame like a wire
Drew his pipe to grow some strength
To ask the waiter when his shift would end
"I'm on for the night sir
You can eat and drink till dawn
I'll be here to watch the door
I hear there's devil's about"
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At a table I sat judging my wine
To set the mood every bar needs a bard
I heard it first, the steps at the door
A thundering rain as a shadow strode forth
A storm broke through and emptied the town
After an hour or so the gale moved along
I stepped outside to feel to cool harbour air
Take a glass for a walk, ease my despair
Took a seat to watch the tide roll in
A bench with a plaque to a man long dead
He'd gotten lost and slipped into the bay
Now his legacy rusts on a damp autumn day
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A woman came to join me, her hair thin and white
Her eyes brightly blue with the veins popping out
She sat in the grass, legs outstretched
"Give us a story" she said, as she rolled a cigarette
That's a bookshop on that hill
Where during the civil wars a gallows stood
Killed a thousand just to sell me a book
I'd never read, I only liked the way the cover looked
"A robin in a blue vest, sitting on a branch
Judging how long the rain the would last
It's eyes blackened out the shape of a cross
Its mind idly fixed on a moment in the past"
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Dusty streets meander westward out of town
Canals filled with sewage to keep the tourists out
No end to the museums, monuments to sand
At night, you've never seen the sky so dark
At night, you've never seen the sky so dark
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No Harm No Foul
Only dead on the inside
The outsides fine
Satan's hands clenched
On a goblet of wine
Choking on flesh as he laughs into the night
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