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Don't compete if you can't win, museum day
Flirt with history and fade away
Live on a bus and LSD
It'll be great until the story ends, next to train tracks
Who becomes further the bus
The centre of the world the centre of us
Burn for two years and then we're done
We're left out rotting in the woods
Far out!
These magical years
We'll burn our colours and face our fears
Far out!
This magical trip
Time is the ultimate acid test
Don't compete if you can't win
Decision day
Flirt with history or run away?
What if we never make it work?
Where will we rot and what will they say about us?
Far out!
These magical years
We'll burn our colours and face our fears
Far out!
This magical trip
Time is the ultimate acid test
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Vincent Van Gettit
02:10
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Under the stars there’s hardly hope
You’d cut off your right ear if it would stop you hearing no
Grind sunflower seeds and shoot them up like dope
Everyone loves a dead artist but not a bitter one
Van Gogh was poor let that sink in
Maybe you should have listened from the start
It's all about the money you should have stayed away from art
I don’t know how to make this understood
These days even a famous artist is a starving one
Van Gogh was poor let that sink in
And if you didn't get paid did you do it at all?
And if you didn't make did you make it at all?
And if you didn't get rich was it worth it at all?
Van Gogh was poor let that sink in
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I drive around in a gold BMW
It's not a rolls cos I don't have the revenue
Who needs friends when money doesn't look at you funny
Oh baby
I'm as cold as ice
I like, I like
Money and Moët
Because, because
I'm so fancy...
I watch as life passes me by through the windows of an old silver jaguar
I wish it was a golden BMW but it is not
I wish it was a golden rolls Royce but it is not
I just don't have the money to drive that kind of car round, you know what I'm saying?
I drink champagne, expensive champagne
I consume expensive goods
I must be the top consumer
I live life like I'm on the inside of a magazine
Like I’m trapped inside an advert for vodka
It's cold inside the advert and I wish that I could feel something,
Feel anything
But I can’t
And I’m lost.
I meet a cute girl at work
She tells me that she’s single
But on the inside I see her slip a ring off her finger and into her back pocket
She comes closer now and whispers that
‘It’s just one night…’
And god I wish I could believe that it was just one night
And not a whole lifetime or entire love life ruined because of my
Selfish desire
And besides…
I don’t even like her that much anyway…
I JUST REALLY LIKE MONEY
I drive around in a gold BMW
It's not a rolls cos I don't have the revenue
Who needs friends when money doesn't look at you funny
Oh baby
I'm as cold as ice
I like, I like
Money and Moët
Because, because
I'm so fancy
I like, I like
Money and Moët
They said, they said,
Stop taking pictures it’s not funny
I like money
(And Moet)
I like money
(And Moet)
I like money
(And Moet)
I like money
(And Moet)
I like money and Moet
I like money and Moet
I like money and Moet
And fucking other people’s wives is not funny.
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Kick Ball Hell Yeah
03:22
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No I never won an award
Not even for participation
I was so bad at sports
Everyone loves kick ball
Hell yeah
Just a white line in the grass
A boundary for my difference like the name of my Dad
I swear to God I don’t make the choice
Preserving my emotion in a menagerie of noise
A canvas laid out on the floor
Connect and I don’t think at all
I will push me further out the frame the gift is heaven sent
I guess I’m scared I might run dry
Stop channeling this holy force
Man if I’ll never understand
Some just never make a point
Yeah I hate disposable ideas
Money buys everything
But that won’t help the feeling I have failed
If no ones ever listening
I will push me further out the frame the gift is heaven sent
I sometimes pray to god that I was faking
A simple paint by colour and a reference
Or urinal frameless on the gallery floor
We are running out of time before I make it
I'm pinned to every hope that fate will save us
But I'll tear out my heart
Before we're falling apart for this
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Milby Drive At Night
03:32
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Smaller than its ever been
Milby Drive at night
Somewhere on the outer rim
Of everything we've ever know and what's left behind
Rose tinted telescopes
Guide our future steps
The ambience of street lights
Form rings around this silent planet
Take me back to
Every night a few summers ago
Talk about all our dreams
Now I don't even know what will happen to me anymore
I can feel the weight of gravity
Or a leaking engine part
I don’t want to end up crashing
Like I never moved a step from the start
So all I do is hold and hope
Because I have taken love to the end of the road
And If the smoke clears and theres no one here
I wasted life on a dream I had once
Take me back to
Every night a few summers ago
Talk about all our dreams
Now I don't even know what will happen to me anymore
Take me back to
Even just a single summer ago
So sure about everything
Now I don’t care what happens happens anyway
All our features crawling off our faces
One giant leap or a step into the dark
Everything will tell you its unnatural
But you carry on or you’ll stay on Milby Drive
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