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Baltic
Thinking in squares in binocular time Trailing admirers who all look too young for her Talking, in French in unvitable restaurants Keeping a lost age alive with her perfume
Better than you becoming moonlight Better than you becoming moonlight anytime The stars become your eyes The stars become your eyes This night won't end This night that is not a night Will never end
Her glamour, her scandal, her dreams and her smokescreens The church and the veil and the old Russian cigarettes Always impeccable, never in daylight The pale sun of midnight was all that she wanted
Better than you becoming moonlight Better than you becoming moonlight anytime The stars become your eyes The stars become your eyes This night won't end Not this night
She drove me one night to the edge of the forest To show me the airstrip her grandfather left her The buildings were empty, we stood on the runway Dreaming of lights that would never burn out
Better than you becoming moonlight Better than you becoming moonlight anytime Oh, better than you becoming moonlight Better than you becoming moonlight anytime
The stars become your eyes The stars become them very well The stars become your eyes The stars become them very well The stars become your eyes

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Waiting For The Love Bus
There's a clean, simple sound to a lot of this that Condition Blue detractors might appreciate. I'm ten years older now than when I made Bath, and right now, after all that morbid stuff, it only really feels like about three. There's rockin' shit and there's a big ballad or two and some weird little pop songs and a nice family sing-along about penguins. I hope you like it.
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The Butcher Says..
I'm not sure where this came from, and I'm vaguely resentful of the fact. I suppose it imagines itself to well fin-de-siecle. Hey! We're so doomed we've learned to love it.
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