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Stoned Again By King Krule Stoned Again Lyrics: Yeah, she’s my sweet My sweet and sour, my lemon honey I ran all the way home that night Ran all the way home right back to my mummy Ain’t allowed in the park Exiled, couldn’t even do one keepie uppie The cars on my road almost hit me in a hurry The cars are just a sign of another yuppie Down in the dirt I used to surf with my bucket from Kentucky I had a scratch card, I scratched so hard ‘Cause I’m feelin’ f—–’ lucky, boy, I’m feelin’ so lucky On my tenth birthday, got a puppy Now I’m back in the park with the middle class yobs Tryna get lucky I was little once more Weed smoke made me feel so yucky Pullin’ on my brain, born Another f—–’ junkie, born Another f—–’ scum, torn apart I was little once more, weed smoke, agh Oh, I’m stoned again I’m stoned again I’m high again, boy Oh, I’m stoned again I’m stoned again I’m low again Yeah, she’s my sweet My sweet and sour, my lemon honey I ran all the way home that

Comet Face By King Krule Comet Face Lyrics: Woke up, Peckham Rye at half five Boy on the ground with his pants down What happened to him in his past life? What happened to him in his park side? Roads were busy, buses passed by I wonder who saw me, I was the last guy Think it was Willem He said I was headed in through the poolside I hustled the cold keys ’til 5AM But all I got was swept aside Like the pesticide in your vegetables It sounds like Like the worries of those at the worst times Like the worries of those at the worst times Like the worries of those at the worst times Like the worries of those at the worst times Not again, it’s Peckham Rye at half five Boy on the ground with his pants down What happened to him in his past life? Spilled blood from his dome in his past time Has it happened again? Is the skull slight? Is the gold fine? At least my nose ain’t bent, but my brain’s fryin’ Think they asked for a light, then they offered a line Fought from som

Supermarché By King Krule Supermarché Lyrics: Bleeding into the brains of Your cat, small fish, dog She lays at night (Right by the speeding light) Seeping through the bolts and corks What these machines are for Of the city side (The city’s side) Young man turnin’ in on himself Felt the horror through her Let go Let go Let go Another pair of eyes Let go To see they sacrifices He’s creepin’ throughout the aisles of The supermarket mall (Shut the door, s—) (Like the bug protects the street) Free from the battlefields Young children with shields Of love Of love We have to rise above (Enough’s enough’s enough’s enough) (Enough’s enough’s enough) (Enough’s enough’s enough’s enough) (Enough’s enough, enough’s enough) What’s your worth? (Hahaha, f— all that, man)

The Dream By King Krule The Dream Lyrics: Stop making sense of things I saw pylons stretch to the east I wasn’t sure at all why our love Becomes sorrow and withers free Ran a firework of dogs to walk with me Felt this warm Marching forth I felt their warmth Marching forth We could be The dream The dream The dream The dream The dream The dream

Perfecto Miserable By King Krule Perfecto Miserable Lyrics: The person you’re calling… is on another line Just leave your message after the tone And when you’re done, press hash, or just hang up You’re my everything You make me feel alright You’re the only thing That makes me feel alright You’re my everything You make me feel alright And you’re the only thing I never feel alright I guess I have to go And in my silence It’s so menacing And when I’m left alone It’s so damaging And in this violence The walls cave in I’m not able To escape it all ‘Cause you’re my everything, I have no words And you’re the only thing that makes life worth Thought I had everything, but it’s not worth Thought I had everything Another lonely night Another lonely night You’re my everything You make me feel alright You’re the only thing That makes me feel alright You’re my everything You make me feel just fine And you’re the only thing I never feel alright I guess I have to go

Slinky By King Krule Slinky Lyrics: See, I have not seen Another person for days You’re the only one Who’s held my gaze And everyone must have left I used to walk through the strange cold depths Of the crane’s cold stretch That haven’t seen the face I dreamt I was here before Above wet pavements Across deep blue skies she would soar Leaving her engravement And everything sunk its stress But for my drunken mess And if the pain compress Then it’s something less to explain I felt this fear before I miss my best ailment Bruising on my right side feels so With thoughts of her displacement And if there was nothing left But for this strange deep rest And the screams from my chest Well, this heart’s got no escape And it all falls back into place The prisoner’s skull The prisoner’s brains Were beat to a pulp The dreams told me I dreamt I was here before I dreamt I was here before A cloudy view I dreamt I was here before I dreamt I was here before Must have dr

Airport Antenatal Airplane By King Krule Airport Antenatal Airplane Lyrics: Some things I just Some things I just Were you born in the earth? Sometimes I see planes But I think of you, and I stare Sweeping through the night sky All of you flying by How many of you are up there? Perfectly above my head With your cheeks on a chair Some asleep Some lit up by Hollywood minds are clear I feel the weight of the world go I start my journey to and fro Passport in my pocket’s getting old Feel the weight of the world dissolve You all look so small from up here You all look so small from up there You all look so small from up here Is there concerns in the air? You flew economy Reserved your ecology To escape this nightmare A deluge of the world flows Ain’t too easy to see when it’s This lonely down here So let’s escape in this arrow As if it weren’t up to me As if I did, I would care From JFK down to Heathrow Leave a window seat I wanna feel free, up

Cellular By King Krule There’s a television There’s a television speaking to me There’s a French girl On my television She’s crying in the palm of my hand In moving mental I read the paper, or just the photo I rip one out in my hand There’s a massacre, across the ocean I can see it in the palm of my hands (Me hundo cada vez mas al fondo) Below the ground floor I’m losing signal, we’ve lost connection I left her dying, she was still crying And now she’s lying in my head Above the third rail, shrapnel flying Next door’s wobbling But I’m riding to the end What am I good for? I’ve got no signal Abandoned, to the voice in my head I phone my ex I phone my ex I phone my ex I phone my ex

Alone, Omen 3 By King Krule Take a dip, dear love, take your time Take a ticket, take the train to the end of the line See where you can go, expend it, it’s plastic, do or die But flip it, think about it, you’ll do just fine, girl These things will come and go Deep in the metropole, girl Throw a stone, see it land, get a spline Draw a line in the sand between your thighs Just to see which way you go You’ve got this, you believe you’ll be your own But I brew it, consume it, then let it go, girl Don’t forget you’re not alone Deep in the metropole The ache and thunder in the storms of your mind Soak it in, the rain will pass in time Nothing wrong in sinking low You’re the omen to paradise You’re the ghost they put aside, girl But don’t forget you’re not alone Sometimes you’re stretched But don’t forget you’re not alone Sometimes you’re stretched Every minute, every second, you’re not alone, you’re not alone Sometimes you’re stretched, sometimes you’re stretch

(Don’t Let The Dragon) Draag By King Krule I hang my head for those Who ain’t been held too close In times of pain When the ceiling drips The room’s bathed in grey Outside’s a trip For another day I keep telling those Expelling those Negative whores to go away But it seems to grip More everyday The walls get taller Self-medicate “And how did you get this low?” That’s what the illness spoke For every word they had to say Better of not to see Me this way Better off just to leave it Guess this ain’t the world that I dreamt of How many hits can I take? How many things can one soul make? I wrap myself inside my duvet You think these blue giants feel the same? You think they ever have these days? You think they ever have these days? You think they ever have these days? (These days)

Dumb Surfer is giving me his cash, won a bet for fifty and now I need a slash Man this band that’s playing, is playing fucking trash Skunk and onion gravy, as my brains potato mash He came across the back of a bureaucratic stash Shot the lot for credit And never got it back He’s smashed im mashed we’re mashed That cat got slashed in half like that As venus completes orbit I’m feeling slightly mashed The stir fry didn’t absorb it I need another slash She spoke in English it was low lit where we sat Remembering her face but that’s the end of that I’m a step from madness as I puke on pavement slabs Got a bit embarrassed need to get back to the lab In the depths of traffic I was feeling like we crashed With a girl from Slovak in a European cab From a set of habits I can see momentums mashed If we were commuting this train would fucking crash Now my brains diluting I suffer from whiplash Getting lashed getting lashed by all of the gods By all of the gods As my b