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AirBnB for Hapsburgs
01:40
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There's an Airbnb for Hapsburgs
Where there's always room at the inn
Though the decor's not palatial
There will always be a place you'll
Get to rest your weary chin
At the Airbnb for Hapsburgs
In the ruins of the Empire's fall
Now every minor Margravine
Complains about the carpeting
But they're just glad they haven't lost it all
Great powers in the waning hours
Great powers in the waning hours
In the WhatsApp group for Hapsburgs
They talk about natural wine
They’ve got wealth without attention
And it’s rare that someone mentions
The Confederation of the Rhine
So don’t shed a tear for the Hapsburgs
Cause they’re probably gonna be OK
They’re no longer ruling Hungary
But they’re not going hungry and
There’s nothing much more to say
Great powers in the waning hours
Great powers in the waning hours
With big apartments high up in great glass towers
Great powers in the waning hours
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Mid-Century Modern Dad
02:01
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Facing the wall is an Eames chair
Then it spins around and there’s nobody there
Ah ah
He’s got a working knowledge of the Frankfurt School
But he forgot to pick you up from school
Ah ah
He’s a mid-century modern dad
Driving everybody mad
Filling you with the faults he had
Mid-century modern dad
Looking up through the Noguchi table
While he did all he was able to
Ah ah
Sizing up the candelabra
In the living room, oh father father
Ah ah
He’s a mid-century modern dad
Making everybody sad
Filling you with the faults he had
Mid-century modern dad
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Cage Reveal
02:16
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There's a kid in the film
About eight years old
And we're meant to perceive him as cocky and bold
So you start to believe
That when he grew up
He could be kinda shocking and tough
And then his head snaps back and it's Nicolas Cage's face
Looking up like a swan at a swanboat
Looking up like a swan at a swanboat
There’s a guy in this town
About thirty years old
And he hasn’t achieved
All the things that he told
Himself he would but that’s ok
Cause he’ll always have the day
When his head snapped back and it was Nicolas Cage’s face
Looking up like a swan at a swanboat
Looking up like a swan at a swanboat
Now I’d to believe that when I grow old
If I should slip and fall
In the gathering cold
When my soul starts ascending to the astral sphere
It will turn around and stay right here
And my head will snap back showing Nicolas Cage’s face
Looking up like a swan at a swanboat
Looking up like a swan at a swanboat
Looking up like a swan at a swanboat
Looking up like a swan at a swanboat
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Groundbird Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
Deadpan indie-folk artist in North Tyneside, writing weird songs about angels and TV chefs and being too online for 20 years. File alongside: the Mountain Goats, Withered Hand, Jake Thackray, Robyn Hitchcock, The Lucksmiths.
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We Shall All Be Healed
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Hyper-specific lyrics and the perfect blend between the darkness and the light that pulls you through - my favourite band
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The Stage Names
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Dense, witty, unfolding narratives and character pieces, plus John Berryman seguing into the Beach Boys
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Blisters In The Pit Of My Heart
by Martha
Super-charged pop-punk melodies about the anxiety of life under late capitalism
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supported by 5 fans who also own “In the waning hours”
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