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Phyllis
03:25
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PHYLLIS
And Phyllis came home,
Her head torn and twisted
From the secrets she stowed.
There’s a storm outside
She’s been watching for years
Filled with nicotine.
It never clears.
And I realise,
Life without you is a fantasy.
Like a whiskey, you’re going straight to my head
Like a fetish, you’re tying me to my bed
Like a religion, you’re driving me to my knees
Like a prison, I know there’s only one release,
And Phyllis is scared
By all the implications
In the things she said.
Her lover never stuck around
To find out that there’s more to her
Than a visitor passing through,
Looking for something to do,
And Phyllis,
I will always be there for you.
Like a season, I want you changing next to me
Like a sunset, I want you going down on me
Like a curse, I want you hanging over me
Like a disease, I want you burning deep in me
You’re like a mistake, but there’s no going back for me,
I’m not a mirror to satisfy your vanity.
Oh Phyllis, take a look at yourself.
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Budapest
06:04
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BUDAPEST
Come with me to Budapest
And walk through those dark, dark streets,
There’s gravestones stacked by the river
Scribed with dreams that came to die.
The men are coming,
The men are coming
And I’d much rather flee.
But left alone in Budapest,
There’s no where I’d rather be.
Sit between those two stone walls
And tell me you’re not freaking out.
The cold dark shadow on the mount
Is cracking skulls tonight.
And if the Danube fills with blood,
You’ll know it’s for the greater good.
The pox is spreading,
The pox is spreading,
Rakosi,
If you were right and Joe is king,
Then the truth won’t set me free
In Budapest
Stripes of red expanding out,
Yelling cries of ‘Auschlander Ausch’,
The tears they shed’s not from the gas
As much as the peal of the bell.
And though it don’t mean much to me
It’s the greatest shit storm since 1873.
The people are rising,
The people are rising
From each corner of the city,
An orange glow spread across the sky
As far as the eye can see
In Budapest
The men are coming,
The men are coming
And I’d much rather flee.
But left alone in Budapest,
There’s no where I’d rather be.
The men are coming,
The men are coming
And I’d much rather flee.
But left alone and ostracised,
There’s no where I’d rather be
Than Budapest
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Forever Frail
03:56
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FOREVER FRAIL
What would you say if I said you were my hero
In life, death, decadence and the places
That lie in between?
What would you say if I said
You were the last thing on my mind?
But didn’t you always say
You never existed anyway?
And soon your heart will fail,
And you’ll be forever frail.
Sometimes I imagine you if you stood up
And laughed at those who scorned you and fucked you but instead you said,
‘If He can sacrifice his son,
I guess I can’t complain’
I’m sure some would say
I knew He’d do it one of these days,
And soon your heart will fail,
And you’ll be forever frail.
Sometimes it’s so hard
Just to look you in the eye.
Would you be there if I called for you
Or would my name be lost on your
Final shallow breaths?
But didn’t you always say
You welcomed death in a way?
And soon your heart will fail
And you’ll be forever frail.
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Hugh Hick Dublin, Ireland
Hugh Hick is an independent singer-songwriter from Dublin.
After fronting the noise-rock band
"Model Citizen" for several years, Hugh decided to pursue music inspired by the more melodic elements of artists such as Nick Cave and Tom Waits, and his songs range from piano-driven ballads to more eclectic guitar based numbers.
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