spotify playlist: open.spotify.com/album/1ZSC5U... 1) jubilee line 2) saline solution 3) since i saw vienna 4) losing face 5) your sister was right 6) la jolla 7) i'm sorry boris
timestamps: 0:00 - jubilee line 2:35 - saline solution 5:20 - since i saw vienna 7:23 - losing face 10:43 - your sister was right 12:50 - la jolla 16:13 - i'm sorry boris
sorry for the inactivity lately everyone! haven't been feeling the best lately. i'll try to post more from now onwards!! thank you all for all the support
Hey, is there any of that autumn playlist left? I can't find it anywhere. RU-vid says it's blocked, even with a VPN. Nothing on Spotify either. Does anyone have a list of songs? Or the names of some of them. It's very important to me.
jubilee line : Northern and Waterloo and City Lines, and National Rail Services This train terminates at Stratford Wasting your time You're wasting mine I hate to see you leaving Fate worse than dying Your city gave me asthma So that's why I'm fucking leaving And your water gave me cancer And the pavement hurt my feelings Shout at the wall 'Cause the walls don't fucking love you Shout at the wall 'Cause the walls don't fucking love you - There's a reason That London puts barriers on the tube line There's a reason That London puts barriers on the rails There's a reason That London puts barriers on the tube line There's a reason That London puts barriers on the rails There's a reason That London puts barriers on the tube line saline solution : One, two, three and four I think this time I'm dying I’m not melodramatic I'm just pragmatic beyond any Reasoning for thinking I've got Fuckin’ rabies, or something I think this time I'm dying I think this time I'm dying I think I've lost my mind Blurring the fact and the fictions Whilst simultaneously fixing Myself up with a girl Named Panadol Bite the tablet, elixir Disintegrate, mouth's a mixer I think I've lost my mind I think I've lost my mind since i saw vienna : The cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form Adorned with patches of places you’ve been Is nothing on my khaki coat that I got From a roadside when I was sixteen My boots are from airports, my backpacks from friends I'm not a man of substance and so I'll pretend To be a wanderer, wandering Leaving ascetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins The roads are my home as horizon’s my target But I keep on moving, never lose sight of it Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it Burn out, don't fight it and try to move on It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready And I'll put down my roots when I'm dead The distance is futile Come on, don't be hasty You'll get that feeling deep inside your bones I’ll be gone then when you must be alone losing face : Woo-wee! Woo! First and foremost Oh, let it be said, my dear I was gonna wait for you So this is not an act of spite It's a visceral coming-to She wrote an album And that's something that I can't do But what I can do is spit the truth And it all leads back to you Secondly, I know I haven't written much You know the way I can be Tonight, I'm fucking drunk So it's all gonna be about me Take a seat, pull up a chair Give me one beat to fill my glass I've lost a piece of me in you But you've lost all your past Is he better than me? Has he seen more to this life? Can he smoke more? Can he fuck more? Are you good enough to be his wife? Can he break me? Can he break you? Oh, I don't know what I'm to do Yes, I don't know what I'll fuckin' do
I've seen our café, I've clocked our plans Oh, what could have been If you didn't go and fall in love And ruin everything I've seen him, I've been him I've felt the same way But now I break against the dirt Along with our cafés [Chorus: Wilbur Soot] Is he better than me? Has he seen more to this life? Can he smoke more? Can he fuck more? Are you good enough to be his wife? Can he break me? Can he break you? Well, I don't know what I'm to do Yes, I don't know what I'll fuckin' do [Bridge: Wilbur Soot] I've lost all meaning I've lost my sense of hope I've seen him going out with you I've seen what he can do So touch him and break me Strip naked, embrace him Lose faith in his pace, his Stamina and grace I'm losing face I'm losing face I'm losing your sister was right : I thought I couldn't love anymore Turns out I can't But not for the same reasons as before I use everyone I ever meet I can't find the perfect match Abuse those I love While I ostracise the ones who love me back On the path of least resistance I find myself salting the earth Every time that I miss you I feel the way you hurt And I don't deserve you You deserve the world Though it feels like we were built from the same Dirt Ah-ah-ah I hate to say it but your sister was right Don't trust English boys with far too much free time I hate to say it but your sister was right I'm nothing but a problem, leave you crying overnight And I hate to say it but your sister was right I can't focus on the future, only my short sight I hate to say it but your sister was right I'm a wanker, complete wanker A fucking waste of time. la jolla: You know it takes a lot to move me So if you figure it out, tell me I'll trace figures on your smile lines Work a formula to cure me And I'm lonely There I said it Nine million people I always seem to add them up I could go away I could pack my things and be gone before you wake You know I've tried hard to love me too It always seems to fall in through Maybe one day I'll live in La Jolla Drinking cocktails out over the water My own personal sunset To give each day its own diploma You know, it's funny Amid my backseat taxi jaunts I'm trying to ignore the skyline So I don't figure out where you *im sorry* boris : I figured out what can move me It's trains and hugs, planes and sushi And I'm sorry, but Boris, I'm leaving I'm not good for anyone here We reached the end of a decade Greenwich morphs to an arcade Southwark turns into a highway Up to Hamlet's a tax break Newham, Islington, a headache And Richmond's still shit I can't believe that I'm leaving I can't believe that I'm leaving I don't think I want to leave you I don't think I want to leave you here alone But they'll knock down the pubs before helping you And burn down your towers before helping you They'll charge for your healthcare before helping you They'll make you jump under trains before helping you And even though I'm finished, I'm not quite done with it No matter how far I run south, I'm always there My lovers, my colleagues, my best friends and enemies I don't think I want to leave you
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