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House Of Brittle Bones
03:25
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Welcome to the house of brittle bones
A fallout shelter under piles of clothes
Some still fit me
Like I haven't grown
It reminds me this is home
No place like home
My home is the house of brittle bones
With these two frail souls
Who I've always known
And somehow don't know much at all
You don't get answers when you're small
Here I'll always be small
Memories hang from every giant tree
They drop leaves on
Your prescious legacy
The one you dropped on us
To make the sacrifices last
I'm sure they will last
Take me home
Cos no-one's answering the telephone
Take me home
Welcome to the house of brittle bones
Your bones, my bones
Our house, our house
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2. |
Nothing Now
03:19
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My dad is older than rock'n'roll
So I heard this times before
The good old days
They're mainly that
Dated
Ancient
Gone
I'm a riddle
In the middle
What I craved and swore to die for
Turned into a troubling foot note
To my tragedy
I refuse to turn my head
No hidden treasures looking back
Only more cause to forge excuse
That still would start more fires
Keeps getting better
Is it?
Getting better?
All I know is
Nothing and it's now
All I know
I could so throw up right now
I stay as screwed up as I am
Girl, you gotta love your man
Girl, you gotta love your man
An impossible demand
With all the gender bending
All I know is
Nothing and it's now
All I know
I could so throw up right now
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3. |
Armour
04:15
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It's getting late, baby
Don't get too confessional
You're in the nude, baby
It makes you so adorable
So adorable
Is this who you are?
Don't act so professional
So professional
It's the same old game of hide and seek
That makes my love so tired
Now, does it feel like armour?
There's no counting scars
When you're in my arms, baby
Still the same mistake of give and take
Is sitting on our shoulders
It was never true
That anyone could start again
All over
Does it feel, does feel, does it feel like
Armour
And do you really need to know?
Does it feel like something
Your heart's been harbouring?
And could there ever be
Anything more?
Let's make the same mistake
Of give and take
Does it feel, does feel, does it feel like
Armour
And do you really need to know?
Does it feel like something
Your heart's been harbouring?
And could there ever be
Anything more
Does it feel, does it feel, does it feel like
Armour
And do you really need to know
Does this feel like armour?
Now, does this feel like armour?
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You're playing with the big boys
All I care to do
Is watching you what you do
You're in it for the big dough though
You say it won't make
Any difference at all
But it does to me
As long as you star in my dreams
Here's what we're gonna do
Stop telling me to hop on your shoes
I'm slower than slug but
You must leave me to it
At least I know my shit
While you're losing yours
On your mountain of pussy detours
You're playing with the big boys
You're playing with the big boys now
You're playing with the big boys
But I'm playing
I'm playing
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5. |
One-Legged Soldier
05:00
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All hands on deck
The Captain's not well
Yelled the one-legged soldier
To keep himself company
No soul around
Just a gurgling sound
His only company
He spent a lifetime afloat
On this mackerel tin boat
Down the sewer
That runs out to sea
Now let the boat swerve
There's a purpose he serves
I'm sure there's one
For everyone
I used to let tin boats run
Near the brook's rapid streams
Always chasing after
To watch the catastrophe
They always went down
And my crew of figurines
Drowned
Soldier, what are the odds?
Physics don't change a lot
It's kingdom come
For everyone
For a one-legged soldier
Brave one-legged soldier
He spent a lifetime afloat
On this mackerel tin boat
Down the sewer
That runs out to sea
Now let the boat shake
There's faith you can't take
I'm sure there's some
In everyone
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6. |
The Next Crook
03:37
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Well, I followed the trail of bread crumbs
And I found the wicked witch of the west
She was sitting behind a desk in a short skirt
Counting stacks of cash
Well, I wasn't surprised she's a trollop
Seems everybody's got a price these days
But brother buffalo has taught me this song
To remind me in this craze
When it's all gone
Then it's all good
Every pretty penny makes
The next crook
An affliction
So addictive
And it is fair to say
That I am not immune
But I need something more
I need something more
I need so much more
Well, forget about the trail of bread crumbs
The witch is up on every billboard in town
Above the streets and on every corner
Seems the short skirt's paying off
These days
The only witchcraft is coming from your wallet
When it's all gone
Then it's all good
Every pretty penny makes
The next crook
An affliction
It's addictive
And it is fair to say
That I am not immune
But I need something more
I need something more
I need so much more
Brother buffalo has taught me this song
But he is strung out, too
Well, I need something more
I need something more
I need so much more
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7. |
The Small Things
04:37
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Hi, I know who you are
I saw you climb down from the stars
So, are you out of your mind?
This ain't no place for your fair kind
I'll show you why
Go
We claim to hunger for the purest bliss
The state we miss
Ever since that first apple bite
Soon stardust wears off
The first rule of love
Your wings are weapons now
It's always been
The small things
That would sink the ship
The kill's in what we don't say
It's not in our arguments
Imagine all these small things
Just disappeared
Would we even know what we care about?
I couldn't think of any case
Where we would turn into you
But the other way round
Give it day or two
It's always been
The small things
That would sink the ship
The kill's in what we can't change
We're all too fraudulent
Imagine all these small things
Ceased to exist
We wouldn't have a clue what to do with ourselves
We wouldn't have a clue what to do with ourselves
Hi, I got you all wrong
But you know
What's done is done is done
It's always been
The small things
That would sink the ship
It's always been
The small things
It's always been
The small things
We should be better than that
It's always been
The little things
We could be better than that
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8. |
You Up There
01:47
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If you can see me from up there
This could prove
This is all not just a joke
That we grin and bear
Til we all go round the bend
Does heaven know that heaven knows?
You tell me
Cos down here
It's hard to tell
When in His house there is debauchery
With the helpless suffering endlessly
At some bigot's hallowed hands
I can't recall you ever cared while you were here
Proud, devout, and steering clear
Does this make sense to you now?
It might to me
If you can see me from up there
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9. |
Part Of The Plan
04:04
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Turn the telly off
And put away your phone
Please don't be surprised
That I'm actually home
We haven't talked a lot
Lately
That's ok
I can't say that I've been better in any way
If you're bored with me now
That's all part of the plan
We don't really change
We grow weary
It turns out
The princess I once found
Sleeps right here on the couch
If you're bored with me now
That's all part of the plan
We all reach for the stars
But mostly grasp at straws instead
If this feels like defeat
Go guess again
Or simply let it be
I'm sure we do the best we can
But there're things we haven't tried
In a million years
And it haunts you in your sleep
And it breaks free in your tears
But to know you feel the same
Stops this trembling hand
Let the walls come down
That's all part of the plan
That's all part of the plan
As longs as this goes on
I'll never need one
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10. |
The Pebble
03:59
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You're the pebble in my boots
A ghost that lives in drawers
I cannot aim
I cannot shoot
You
What if somebody saw us
Moving down the street
Me in your car with crutches
And I know we talk a lot
But we never travel far
In the moment I get off
We go back to who we are
Who we are
And you're the pebble in my boots
The kid that causes chaos
In colours black and blue
It's the link between us
And I know we talk a lot
But it only goes so far
In the end you only are
The pebble
You're the pebble in my boots
And I need you in my mirror
The face of my favourite life
And you twist the knife
It is all about one simple word
I just can't say
You're the pebble in my boots
In my boots
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A Pale Son Berlin, Germany
A Pale Son is Berlin based singer/songwriter Sean Business and some electric friends. They help conjuring up everything from lush atmospheres to grime and grittiness to uniquely tell his stories. You can meet some pleasant people there: Grandpa Jazz, Pop Kids, Emo Indies, or the fuzzy Folk bard. This electric eclectic friendship first paid out 2018 on A Pale Son's debut album "White Fence". ... more
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