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Clouds In The Glyn

from The Explanation by The Inexplicables

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lyrics

you wanna see me with your eyes like fire
you wanna touch me with your hands like stone
say that you know me you can feel me inside ya
you only hear me when I midnight moan
When you're singing your soul
you're bringing me home
When you're singing your soul
you're bringing me home

there's not enough time for cause and effect
in an empty place no applause for your set
rent me a space I can lord for a sec
when my pen picks up pace and Mix raw on the decks
ending in a way in which war for the cheques
leaves you in the lurch piss-poor on a ledge
digging in the dirt His stories are bled
swig away the hurt by Tories we're lead
fake conversations bore me to bed
quaint inhalations walking nicotine dead
I paint imitations pictures seen where
a saint and a Satan ripped in a chair
balance in-out we're equipped with a pair
challenge Him now I don't know shit and I'm scared
managing doubt trust slipped on the stairs
pride damaged this town just a blip for the rare
It's my pip-in-a-pear as your listening yeah
nouns tripped on a snare it sounds dipped to be fair
try and stay awake so I'll kip when I'm there
forest meditation there's bliss in the air
stopping hesitation spliff grips in my hair
we're walking-dead and we're having a mare

we get up, go through the motions
scratch on the nuts sipping caffeine potions
number crunching sapping emotions
no wonder the bumpkins are taxing the tokens.
global pawn-shop Israel couldn't buy back
WMDs on a plane getting high-jacked
hopeless positions that are making the wisecrack
ironic double-meaning, bigger picture, Imax
cutbacks whilst the poor get hit with a high tax
how can we follow laws when it's crooks that define that?
I wanna break your jaw don't tell me to lie back
my vocal is a rhythm words jump on the high hats
hopeful my decision will be one with some meaning
sharing special moments with someone to believe in
riders of apocalypse come in the evening
I try and stay on top of this - there's tonnes of achievement
but when it comes to this I'll probably mumble my grievance
and take a load of drugs n shake junk see demons
drink a load of beer get fucking steaming
to believe I can get out of here I must be dreaming

When you're singing your soul
you're bringing me home
When you're singing your soul
you're bringing me home

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from The Explanation, released May 8, 2014

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