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Dear Max
04:03
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He was a third-wheel, a spare part, I don't take that light.
It's like he was hopping on someone's wi-fi (wi-fi-why).
We weren't encrypted, had no protection from his attacks.
I was the only one on the network who minded Dear Max.
'It's Maximilian, it's German' he would say.
And he would correct you; you couldn't keep those protests at bay.
He spent three summers in Cologne and two winters in Val d'Isere.
Came back with a central Europe accent.
'Oh some of us, we just have an ear.'
I said I had two, you should have seen his face.
My girlfriend liked him more; clearly he was much more urbane.
Dear Max, you're floating like the breeze
Off of this here cliff into the sea.
Say hello to the gulls for me.
Say hello to the gulls for me.
He was buried in July, all my family, they were there.
I even saw some people cry. It's amazing how much they care.
I got distracted by a bee buzzing around somebody's head.
There was a buffet at Max's Family's, I was happy to be fed.
Then I went into his room and I started to rifle around.
I delved into hidden cupboards, surprised at what I found.
Lots of photos, lots of pictures of my girlfriend.
On closer inspection, I was always in them.
Someone had drawn hearts on my shoulders.
Dear Max, you're floating like the bee.
I never knew and now you won't haunt me,
Either way you were a third wheel.
So say hello to the gulls for me.
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Typical Mairead
03:27
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I Was Wrong
03:14
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You can play me a song on the ukulele,
that don't mean you're a hipster in tracksuit bottoms.
Don't listen, because you strum only four chords,
that's enough for a hipster wth a shaven head.
When they laugh, they're not laughing at you coz you're so large.
You're a hipster in Umbro trainers.
Don't go out before you've thought how to deal with irony.
You're a hipster who dislikes vintage.
And if they say, 'won't you play that again?' just you smile.
You can't be a hipster in tracksuit bottoms.
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Words That Don't Occur
03:19
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It's as if, its like, it's groping in the night.
It's pen, it's paper, it's wit like a rapier.
I can't begin to say words that don't occur to me.
I'll start thinking, forget family drinking.
I'll end up with no words, just sobriety.
But no poetry.
'Needle in a haystack': I won't commit to that.
Dictionary.com then we can all sing along.
I can't begin to say words that don't occur to me.
I'll stop trying, get busy dying.
I'll end up flat and wordless but you'll love me.
But no poetry.
Commit, don't hedge, every one of our bets,
It's pen and paper. Neither of those make her.
I can't begin to say words that don't occur to me.
I'll stop trying, get busy dying.
I'll end up flat and wordless but you'll love me.
But no poetry.
I can't begin to sing those words that don't occur to me.
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Ewen Christopher Northern Ireland, UK
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