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Independent Body
02:29
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Independent Body
My body is quite something that works for me
When naked and I see it
I feel the parts that make it
An end to war, prolife, orgasmic treaty
It’s what you want to do with your life
Confuses you
The body on its own is just flesh
Smelly when it’s used
Balmy when its fresh
Playful when it’s bruised while
Love is how it hardens you
It’s what you want to do with your brain
Without address
Nobody has a head on someone else
My body clock is set for a race
While we’re just some cum sample
The universe has gargled
Left between the legs of an accidental country
Most days I can’t stand to sit and wait
Nobody has a head for someone else
The body alone is in no shape for horniness
Or common sense, just loneliness
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That Last Afternoon
01:49
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That Last Afternoon
That last afternoon when you were stoned and I was fooled
Thinking that you might be interested in me
Then soon enough I realised the lonesome love is perhaps more wise
Just to have you, I wouldn’t be free
Oh, now I’m petrified to have you naked by my side
I can’t imagine that you’ll never leave
That last afternoon when you were sitting and I was stunned
That the view behind you is what you’d never see
Then soon enough I realised that for all you wanted you saw it all
And what I’d offer you was just one man’s belief
Oh, now I’m terrified that mother nature counts the times
I think you’re gonna say goodbye to me
So let’s imagine all them lonesome lovers
Living life without an owner;
they’re more free
As I thought you were just settling in your seat
That afternoon you said goodbye to me
Later on that evening I was free
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Every Hole
02:18
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Every Hole
You said slut, now apologise
What you say it for?
Turn that word on yourself
See what you’re aiming for
You think that you’re the kind
A woman never knows
The kind that wants it in every hole
There wages war between the sex
Please keep your filth to your head
Keep it to the bed
Talk dirty, act selfish
See how the body gives
Turn that scene on yourself
See how you’re hurting her
Sexy in a mood, she doesn’t want to know
She doesn’t give a fuck how you want it in every hole
There wages war between the sex
We won’t agree on who creates the greater mess
Fuck me for free but pay for all the rest
Just please keep your filth to your own head
Keep it handcuffed to the bed
Just please keep your filth to your own… hole
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We to Animal
03:20
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We To Animal
What are we to animal?
For one thing, we’re just greater
Happier on the hunt
Romantics about danger
Excusers for a sport
Killing them for our leisure
Come defenceless creatures
Cruelty for a flavour
Mortal minds obsessed with made machines
Hard drives occupy our basic needs
What are we to animal?
Men of war emotional
Strangers to their nature
What kills you just might save you
Perverts for a cuteness
Save them when it suits us
It just so goes we use them
They’re just animals, they don’t matter like us
Mortal minds obsessed with made machines
Hard drives occupy our basic needs
Soft touches will only bruise the ego stream
We still bleed
Men of war emotional
We’ll end the life of animal
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The Fridge
02:06
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Entertained
04:23
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Entertained
While we act young, we pretend that we’re younger
You’ll lie as my lover and I’ll run from the altar
To a bunker of banter and talking shit after
Too swallowed up to spit out the game
Too stubborn and loving my ways
Too thoughtful to think of your name
While you were being entertained
So away with the covers and away with the sun
I’ve nothing to hide from now that you’re gone
To a bunker of banter and talking shit after
Too swallowed up to spit out the game
Too stubborn and loving my ways
Too thoughtful to think of your name
While you were being entertained
I’m swallowed up and spitting out the blame
I’m stubborn and I’m loving my ways
I’m thoughtful, I think of your name
While you were being entertained
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The Swell
01:59
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The Swell
Hearts hardened by a new form of exodus, the swell
Numbed by names and numbers and damned if you tell
But we don’t
First genuine flushes of a heart attack and hype
Told to me to be a city of gold
but starting to swell like a city of ghosts
Blessed with a town of charm and squalor
Cursed with magnetic lips
Gifted with a town of beer cans and chancers
Cut down by the reach of the rest
Turning the tricks to entice the departed
The prodigal snare we want repeat
Endless toilet talk all varied but the same
To comfort the man in the jacks
All blinking lights and the piss of a promise
With darkness flanking the stage
And at curtains close
We’ll shuffle away
Back to our smoking haze
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Soft Soft Shoe Shuffle
03:46
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Aware I’m alive
The drama of the day has me licking my lips
Another love lost not long after the kiss
Now cans, fags and filthy jokes I won’t resist
I soft shoe shuffle outside
Floating the promise of a storyful night
Surf across the Liffey, buzzin on a drunken tide
Electric nipples and peroxide smiles
Lighten up my dirty mind
Aware I’m alive/I’m here and alive
Gangs of pain and party love
Pangs of pain and party love
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Me
02:59
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The light of this world catches your eye
Blink and you’ll freeze
The dark of this world tightens your grip
And shortens your beat
Facing the lives that come through the door and talk too deep
The good of this world
Loving the girls that don’t like sheep
Tempted by some
They know what I seek beyond the cheap
The bad of this world is under her thumb and out at sea
Chasing the lives that run out the door and don’t talk deep
The me of this world
A lover of country but border free
The rest of this world is holding a frame to what you see
Holding it closer when you’re ignoring a disease
The best of this world, an unwritten verse
It sets you free
From all of those roots
Wrapped ‘round your boots
You’re not a tree
Chasing the lives that talk with their feet
And leave you be.
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Fin Divilly Dublin, Ireland
Fin Divilly is an Irish born songwriter and performer with acts such as Shakalak and The Flamboyant
Mirrormen.
‘Liffey Street', his debut solo album tells stories from living on this street in the heart of Dublin city.
Currently, he is releasing a single every week.
‘Fin Divilly’s raw lyrics showcase perfectly his colourful character and soulful voice’- Myles Manley
findivillymusic@gmail.com
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