Recovery Position
by ANIC
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Buttercups & Barbed Wire
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Kick It Into Touch
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Ultraviolence
03:18
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We recorded these 3 songs at the end of summer with Tommi Nichols in Leeds.
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released 04 November 2011
Music and Words by ANIC
Music and Words by ANIC
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Come see us live, listen to our songs, mention us to your friends - we'll be grateful.
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- Track Name: Buttercups & Barbed Wire
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I thought I heard you singing,
From an open window high
Like birdsong in the morning,
Fluttering across the glistening grass
You remind me of summer,
That's not necessarily a good thing
A fucking English summer, we stayed indoors
From the start of summer, we stayed indoors
At the end of summer, we're still indoors
A fucking English summer, just stay indoors - Track Name: Kick It Into Touch
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I hide behind a wall of sarcasm,
because I’m scared of what might happen
If I learn to voice my true feelings,
but these constant lies have left me reeling.
Your tongue’s worn away the trust,
her memory’s left out in the rain to rust.
Cold. Calculated. I’ve heard this one before.
Ricochet, no survivors. Get down, now breach the door.
Daylight, best behaviour, different person.
But your heart’s black, of that I’m certain.
I’ve dragged you back, but understand this:
Turn over a new leaf or I’ll strike and won’t miss.
You’re on extra time my dear friend,
Kick it into touch. - Track Name: Ultraviolence
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Just drive. I need to get out of this town.
These people kill me with their perfect lives.
Children with no responsibility. Sugar to the core.
Dishonesty’s your hobbie, and cheating’s your sport.
She used to be so pretty, and oh so fucking smart.
Sailing through denial you found her overboard.
Drowning in self-assurance and faux-naivety.
Catch of the day, perfect prey.
Such a lovely picture, perfect for each other.
If your “innocence” had a face I’d punch it.
I don’t even see how they all can like you.
She’s just as bad the way she treated my friend.
And watch it, because they’re numbered.
