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Pocket Toy
03:14
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Ten minutes a day, your little pocket toy
Take me out to play, take me for a walk
Ten minutes a day, is all that I deserve
At least to think that way, better than to starve
I’m not your pocket toy!
Ten minutes a day, is that all that we are?
Just a ‘passing phase’, or a phantom limb scar?
Ten minutes a day, lest you become bored
Dropped so quickly, now that you’re getting yours.
And I’m thinking out loud, because my heart won’t stay the same
But despite all that it…
Hurts!
I’m not your pocket toy!
Ten minutes a day, well sure, I’ll play along
I wish you both the best but you can do it on your own
I’m not some novelty. I’m not your wind-up doll!
Who knew that friendship could be so cruel and shallow?
And I’m thinking out loud, because my heart won’t stay the same
But despite all that it hurts,
Though I know you’re not to blame
Cause I guess you’re both in love,
And things might change,
But despite all that it…
HURTS!
I’m not your pocket toy!
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Click Track
01:48
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Wasting around, waiting for the day-
I am nobody, somebody to someone-
Sitting around, takin’ it easy-
Doing everything, flirting to no one-
All me,
All of my,
Energy,
I play to my-
Click tracks in my head, I’m out of time-
Singing it aloud, singing off the mic-
Hearing myself, play again and again-
One more take, another fucking re-write!
All me
All of my
Energy
I play to my-
SELF
MYSELF
MYSELF
MYSELF
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FIDO
04:22
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If an artist is neither seen nor heard
Do they even really make a sound?
Suspended in the ether, occupying space
Waiting for those blinking lights to go out.
This can’t be it
Holding tufts of grass
Pulled into space
Growing cold and letting go
Summoned by no one
Visions of falsehoods
Diluted veins
I should have chosen better dreams.
A bedsit in the abyss…
This can’t be it
I’m not ready to go
Falling into black
With nothing to show
I don’t know
What I’m doing here
Or who I am
Or what’s the point.
I’m dying…
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Brother
05:55
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Brother, where art thou…
Snapped off… Stripped of!
Dead overnight
Nothing’s… Sacred.
Even you, my friend
Wasted… On what?
Ten years, come to an end…
I don’t understand…
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BEDSIT Hull, UK
Bedsit are on a pilgrimage to channel the healing power of live music. Grounded in Grunge, ranging from Hardcore Punk to Shoegaze, Bedsit's sound is instinctive, but original.
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