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an tús
00:50
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posh punks
03:51
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mam's still in work
she's running late
there's clothes on the line
it's starting to rain
you'd rather wear something else than bring them in
you prick
posh punks on the dart
from post grunge to Foxrock
taking your jobs
as you suck the sun from your arse
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3. |
manboy
02:34
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one more young one off the list
I grabbed her by the wrist
I took her to a gig and dropped the hand
I knew she loved the band
I could make her laugh
come on up to the house
I love that blouse
time goes slow when you're a man boy
all your songs are getting stale
time goes slow when you're an asteroid in the pale chasing tale
I could make you really big
could show up to your gig
could do a little jig
you'd think my heart's
invested i your art
invested in your arse
should be arrested for this farce
but I'm an artist
time goes slow when you're a manboy
oh your friends won't say a thing
time goes fast when you're an asteroid on the brink soon extinct
time goes slow when you're a manboy
oh your lover underage
time goes slow when you're an asteroid on the rage
should be spayed
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4. |
amber loaf
01:24
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home
i wanna go home
i wanng go home and pet my dog
i wanna die
my hair
i wanna lounge like light in my lover's lair
i wanna cut
myself
i wanna cut myself some slack
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5. |
ass pig
01:54
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without any thought you just talk
you think you're the boss but you're not
your opinions are bad no one asked
you show up to work though you're band
god would be trans
you're such a ham
your world view is bland
your death could be planned
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6. |
ag ól
01:33
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7. |
what
04:44
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this is my darkest hour my head is wrecked
i jacked off in the shower while unerect
i left the place in an awful state
i hid the plates with another plate
i doze off for an hour my dreams are fucked
became gold medal rowers who'd self destruct
i see your face but it's not your face
i shift and shake and I try to wake
up for it all long ago with a smile
when love was in flow picking grub in the aisle
love thrown, eat alone, used to stroll the canal
i hope down the road that we might be pals
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8. |
to be friends
04:30
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Coming up to the house just to find
You'll be there on your own for the night
Sitting up on the couch getting lit
Tearing up on the phone eating shit
Look about find your sock on the floor
Could be there for a month maybe more
Full of dust and the walls closing in
Could be there cuddled up in a spin
Throwing up in my mouth on the bus
Chewing gum breathe it up not a fuss
Spitting blood run the tap yet again
Barely eat hardly laugh haven't slept
Look about tiny top in the drawer
Will be there for the year never worn
Been a while haven't told all the friends
Finding out when they ask how you've been
Choking up in the mouth of a thought
Screaming match in the car getting lost
Turn around and go back round the bend
Two in love too in pain to be friends
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9. |
mór
02:11
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10. |
folk wanker
02:10
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when i think if your band i think of bar charts
when i think of your fans i think of pie charts
when i think of your head and your god complex
you get off
on the sound of your voice
you think you're a joyce
you probably wank yo your own selfie bank
you get off
do you talk to your ma like that
do you talk to your da like that
do you talk to your friends like this
do you talk to yourself
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11. |
fuck your dreams
03:02
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Disappointment is the gravity that puts me on my arse
I've been leaning in to vivid dreams, enjoying floating upwards
Now I'm falling through the clouds
All the ground shits getting bigger
All the people look like spideogs
In a moment they'll be living off me
Learning to accept no
Disappointment helps you know what you need
Learning that what you wants not the most important thing
Fuck your dreams
We were wrapped up by the water
Holding hands and touching roses
I live on that loop forever
You've the wisdom to compose us
Chancing optimism warring with embraceable good friendship
We got best interests informing
We got trust and good intentions
I got learning to accept no
Disappointment helps you know what you need
Learning that what I wants not the most important thing
Fuck my dreams
When your favourite thing to dream abouts not in your reach you can't sleep
We can be the thing that helps along recovering
Fuck your dreams
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muckno Belfast, UK
muckno is Castleblayney artist Jamie Bishop. With a DIY approach to production, he draws from punk, hip-hop, outsider-folk,
experimental music and 'country and Irish' records.
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muckno's self-produced debut album 'MUCK FOR HAMCHILDREN' was released on April 12th 2024.
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