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Painting
03:11
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Are you finished yet, is it time to forget?
Are you finished that painting yet?
'cause I'm sick of the fumes
How long have we been stuck in this room?
Is that the neighbours I hear having a good time?
Come on, it was hardly a war.
Do you remember all those thankless favours?
Yes, I see your point, I could've been braver.
For a while I could lie to you like skin
or a parent on a lone stint desperate to please.
I'm selfish like the anchor
Now the birthdays fade and pass.
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Material
04:07
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You’re a thief you think and you grab fast
The bottom of your head if filled with fibre glass
You smash your thoughts in a foreign mask
That won’t protect you, protect you
Can we take off all of this material
Let it figure out the lovers fact
Before the arms stretch out, no fitting back
No fitting back
You keep it, Inside
A new layer of clothing enters the pack
Tumbling in and stealing everyone’s past
I saw the way young thread acts a gentleman
Did it catch your eye
Does it know the real from the fake math
Or which temperature to keep you at
Because I can't unthread any more than that, I can't allow it, I can't do that.
You keep it, Inside
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Wise
03:54
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You seem as old as the mountains, wise and counting the years on your hands
The call came at one in the morning, it’s kind of a sore thing when you know they’ve been waiting
The hallways, so pale and disturbing, each room representing a possible end
For your sake, I’ll be going
That song played on repeat that evening, reminding you all the fog wasn’t deceiving
Hoping this all doesn’t mean a thing, it’s all important, where we’ve all been
Your youth came, a coloured your hands in a bone coloured innocence that you once loved
For your sake, I’ll be going
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4. |
Hold On Sea
04:28
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Find a knife and hold it tightly, and break the skin,
to see if the ice begins to break beneath your feet
You bought some red, to paint your head,
to stand you out, as try to shout at the passers-by about your bed
Take your life, and shake it twice, you’re a cornered wife
with a painted brow and you just fear the fade and end scene
Hold on sea, won’t you wait for me
Find the clyde, while you’re fighting fads, and the wanting ads
As you try to stack on top of that
You’re losing space as the win means hate has found a place
to build a tower in your heart
Take your might and force the sky to make it’s move
as you now hear all the calls
Hold on sea won’t you wait for me
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5. |
Fall Back
04:12
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Washed out and assumed
Control of you and your folded arms
And you watch the eyes buried in harm
And you’re tied to the idea of reverse
You say we’ll fall back, I say can’t see that
You say you need that, I don’t believe that
Keep, why don’t you keep
Stand, that’s the way you like
Transparent, resting on my chest
Few times, born, I need your test
You say we’ll fall back, I say can’t see that
You say you need that, I say I don’t believe that
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6. |
In Frame
03:16
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She said leave your name and your profession at the door
These are the type of people that get easily bored
Just take as many gifts as you can possibly afford
And act like one of them, you won’t leave sore
I know they ain’t the kind you usually adore
Just don’t embarrass me the way you’ve done before
I don’t want them to see me the way you do,
I don’t like this side of me and I hate that side of you
It’s not in frame, it’s not the time of the place to be picking me apart again
I don’t believe it’s far can you tell me your name
I get this feeling everythings about to change
I hope I’m not wrong I can’t do all of this again
The sun snow and the fog, the rain resets and then
I find a set of eyes and ears and place them on this head
Maybe then I’ll realise I’m not the one being fed
It’s not in frame
It’s not the time or the place to be picking me apart again
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Stride
03:34
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You’re collar sized and you realise
The power of forgetting and the way that you improvise
You're seeing things in a different light, you bury your impression on which you have advised
I wasn’t always the way you see me now, I used to be so proud and know
I’ll find another place with all the love I can trade
Then I’ll pace and pace, and feel the courage slip away, that I have faked.
And all your spies never realised the power of unsettling on my sleeping eyes
Now you’re seeing things in a different time, bury the impression on which you have advised
I wasn’t always red against a white background
I use to be a mix of colour and sounds and show
Now I’ve found another place, with all the heart that I could trade
Now I stride and stride into the low rising tide with my pride
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Awkward Stare
03:45
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In your mother’s voice, take a month off choice, and I’m fine lying
Now I’m a greyish brown, you can go out in town without a side eye
Fire a lasting band, with your tiny hands and arms in an adult film
Slowing on, unfair I wanna be your constant needle
I’m looking for a place without fold aways
I’m dying for a taste of your agony haze
With an awkward stare, I see you’ve come prepared with rope in your backpack sleeves
With that crunching sound, your boots move on the ground in snow, and your Christine fears
And you view your breath, the first time you’ve done this without a towering freeze
Slowing on un fair, I wanna be your side of older
I’m looking for a place without fold aways
I’m dying for a taste of your agony haze
I’m looking for a case of the fold aways
I’m dying for a taste of your agony haze
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9. |
Two Suns
03:43
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Have you been through this, have you been through that
let’s talk about it and compare our pasts
I’ve done better things, so don’t judge me for that
I can be the salesman selling that
Have you seen this fault, have you heard the sound
of my minute hand clicking round and around
I used to command a selfless, focused strand, now it’s all just foreign land
But you’ve also been this way, but I seized it all the same,
You can be the sale sin, and sin.
And you try and you try
Have you tried this one, it’s called being undone
Now you’ve seen the facts will you start melting back
You said you’ll need two suns for that to be done
And you warn
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Distant Relative
02:46
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I was too fond of you
Is a call from me enough to a distant relative?
Honestly, I’ve loved far less related stuff
A beat, a cheat, a made-up fee for a voice that doesn’t speak
The whole machine, the made-up brother only I can see
I was too fond of you
You’re twisted, reminded and it’s forcing me to fall home
And I’m listed, remanded and it’s forcing me to call home
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Michael Timmons Glasgow, UK
"exceptional songwriting...full of so much delicate & heartfelt emotion, it’s hard not to get lost in" - The
Skinny
"A man of some lovely words in song" Steve Lamacq, BBC 6 Music
Michael Timmons is a songwriter from East Kilbride who creates beautiful fragile music, sustained by reverb laden finger-plucked electric guitar.
Contact: contact.michaeltimmons@gmail.com
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