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I Get Lost
04:57
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I called you twice but you didn't quite pick up
On my silent screaming mutilated words
There are truth and lies in every speech I write
And the crumbled dreams that I feed to the birds
We find our friends when we're outside looking in
Watching window scenes of merriment displays
I sold bland facts but I didn't know you then
And you smiled benignly asking me to stay
I have wounds deep in my eyes
And I am asking you for help
Fools are wise when wisdom dies
And we all run out of time
And I am asking you for help
Take one look at the prize you won my love
There's an honour found in finding throwaways
I'm a not quite working fix-up pocket watch
But I'm still almost correct two times a day
I have wounds deep in my eyes
And I am asking you for help
Fools are wise when wisdom dies
And we all run out of time
And I am asking you for help
You know the song, you sing along
As I'm preaching to the choir
And I am asking you for help
'Cause I get lost and found
'Cause I get lost and found
'Cause I get lost and found
'Cause I get lost and found
Oh I get...
Well you find me here in gratitude
And I'm grateful for the things you move
As you guide my eyes around the park
And I sit here wondering just what people are
And I sit here wondering just what people are
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Digging
04:54
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I've been digging for a long long time
And I'll keep going deep until I find what I find
My friends are my spade and the fossils I've saved
And I sell them for tuppence on grey rainy days
When colours of stories bleed out down the drain
Out gutters past doorways with crusted off paint
Down sewers and waterways into the sea
I wear them all on my face with my heart on my sleeve
I want to play it cool like I've something to hide
I want a duck feather fortress to shelter inside
I'm cis and I'm straight and I'm male and I'm white
And I don't really know why I'm terrified
I don't really know why I'm terrified
I used to be able to roll a good cigarette
Back when I danced naked to pay off my debt
And self flagellated to dampen my dreams
They're still saturated and torn at the seams
So I pick them up careful and I place them aside
I've got to keep digging until I find what I find
And I find that just knowing does not make me wise
Got dirt on my hands and old pain in my eyes
From telephones and mirrors and distant headlights
And I don't really know why I'm terrified
I don't really know why I'm terrified
But I think it was something about you
Yeah I think it was something about you
Each shovel load turned ends up burned in my mind
I can still see the urn from the day that I died
We're slaves to the graves that we scrape all our lives
And I don't really know why I'm terrified
I don't really know why I'm terrified
But I think it was something about you
Yeah I think it was something about you
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Behold Our Smiles
03:37
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We walk the walk here in this town
To be cunning you must play kind
Cause you're two steps up or you're two steps down
Or you get two steps left behind
We knock each locked door right on through
But always turn off every light
We love our guns but we never shoot
We just like to hold them high
Behold our smiles
See how strong and sane we are
Behold our smiles
See how strong and sane we are
The whispers cast behind our backs
Tend to get a little strained
When I took such advice to heart
I lost every cent I ever made
See we're not ones for hedging bets
We're not ones for playing safe
Behold our smiles
See how strong and sane we are
Behold our smiles
See how strong and sane we are
Behold our smiles
See how strong and sane we are
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I went walking in a photograph
Side by side with a group of my best regrets
And I wandered home
Later all alone
In a come stained dirty dress
And at the side of the canal
I sat and watched all the young people hanging out
Yeah there was a time
When that could have been mine
But I guess I just missed my chance
Now I listen hard
Try to hear what real life is
But I can't make it out
Over the murmur and shout
Of the street scene playing out in front of me
All my ravens have come home
To roost in the boughs
Yeah they are sitting there squalling in the bare crowns
I went walking in a photograph
Down the fields with the Ghost of Ambitions Past
And he had his fun
Showed me what I could have won
If I got my head out of my ass
And on a lonely road
In the kind of cold that cuts into the bone
I can barely recall
What you look like at all
See you are playing all coy
As I trudge through the mud in my moth eaten coat
All my ravens have come home
To roost in the boughs
And they are sitting there laughing at what I'm reduced to now
And I cursed every word I shat out of my mouth
Staining rue to the hue of my photographs now
Oh I didn't know it all
No I didn't know at all
Oh I didn't know it all
No I didn't know at all
Oh I didn't know it all
No I didn't know at all
Oh I didn't know it all
No I didn't know at all
Know!
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5. |
Old Argyle Sweater
05:46
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I was adrift at sea
Out the back of the Stephansdom
Swimming down an old cobbled street
Sometimes I just get this urge to float
And though I hate getting wet
I love the sting of the ocean
Washed up on an empty strand between
An AA meeting and the university
While a red and white tram
Rattled on down the road
Rattling like a box of my brittle young bones
Oh help me help me help me
Help me feel the weight of my feet
On these streets where I'm going
Your dialect makes it quite hard to connect
And though I heard the odd word
I missed the gist of the story
I've come untethered
I need to do better
Than shrill voice, sad eyes
And an old argyle sweater
Birds of the air have the freedom to breathe
Like voyeurs in vantage points up in the trees
Maybe that carpenter had a point
Though I don't really want to give up my TV
There's a house on the hill where the gaps are filled in
And we're each in command of the stories we spin
Getting up there is a burden we share
Because it moves two miles back each time we stop for air
Well I deeply inhale a whole lungful of dust
That's been ground from the bones of my wandering lust
Because each siren I followed just led me back down
To the stooping door where all my journeys began
I've come untethered
I need to do better
Than shrill voice, sad eyes
And an old argyle sweater
There's a bridge on the ford
On each fork in the road
And they build them up high
To keep horizons low
It's there that she dwells
Her voice clear as bells
Saying I had to leave
Because I was no good
Removing myself to a whole other place
I dream of the sea on a wild windy day
Things don't get different
When you do things the same
But I'm still here at the Bahnhof
I'm begging for change
Sticky tape wrap me I'm falling apart
I tore myself trying to reach up to the mark
Well aloof is aloof and replaced is replaced
Yeah what would life be if I was a different way?
And back in the world and I'm sat by the door
Amongst beggars and businessmen on the U4
In the arms of a city that's kept me these years
My heart lies with another though my body rests here
I've come untethered
I need to do better
Than shrill voice, sad eyes
And an old argyle sweater
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Dylan Goff Vienna, Austria
Born and raised in Drogheda, Ireland, Dylan Goff is a singer-songwriter who has lived in Vienna, Austria since the early 2000s. Although he has long made his physical home in Central Europe, musically he lives somewhere between the indie and folk worlds, with influences ranging from The National, Phoebe Bridgers and Gregory Alan Isakov to The Pogues, Lankum and Christy Moore. ... more
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