The Metrologist

Intro 

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    Ive never seen you here before 
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    Have you got time for just one more? 
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This rain wont let up for an hour at least 
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     And I dont have anywhere I have 
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to be 
 

 
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     Around here theres not much else to do 
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I wouldnt mind sitting down and 
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spending time with you 
 

 
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      A silicone ball measures kilos so 
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theyre the 
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same everywhere 
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      You know I never think about it, so much of 
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what goes on out there 
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Sound wavs measured in metres in metric, and imperial 
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      What are the feet, would you say, 
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between our table and that bar stool 
 

 
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      Tell me more about what you do 
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I've never met anyone who knows as much  
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as you 

{Solo} 

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     I could keep asking you things 
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eternally 
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     So much of what youve been saying 
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deeply appeals to me 
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Ill try to keep my questions linear, 
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try to articulate exactly what I mean 
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    You better bring the bottle back, 
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looks like the rains gonna settle in 
 

 
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    So whats the weight of the booze, 
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would you measure that in millilitres 
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    How many years have I lost, 
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Id only count them if I was a defeatist 
 

 
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     But the only thing wasted here 
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is that wine if dont finish my drink  



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     Is it numbers and scales to you 
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  Tell me how you see the things that I do 
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Man Id love to be inside of your head 
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Cos mines getting harder to bare 
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Things are getting darker, 
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its feeling harder, 
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I cant remember 

Where were we, 
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Im sorry 


 
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Ive been trying to keep straight, 
trying to keep it together 
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But these tiny little tremors getting heavier and heavier 
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The numbers confuse me, 
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I dont understand 
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and now I have this strange swelling in both of my hands 
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I got the wrong shoes on, 
not prepared for the terrain 
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Its so pretty up here 
but Im preoccupied with the pain 
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Can you tell me how long before I disappear 
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Whats the point look like at which I am no longer here 
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If my bodys too heavy and my lists too long 
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Have I failed as a woman cos my measurements are wrong 
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The goalposts keep shifting, 
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the ball slippery with rain 
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They want us to compete 
but they wont put us in the game 
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Whats the unit for the negative shit in my head 
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 that only drowns when I down a solid litre before bed 
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Is it something scientific, 
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is it brain chemistry, 
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or am I just a product of myself, 
of panic and ennui 
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And how long is it before you forget who you are 
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While some talent spider tells you that youre too fat to be a star 
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Or a critic says your record sounds too 
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 much like your boyfriend 
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Even though you wrote every fucking riff on the album 
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Youre too depressing, too obtuse, 
too aggressive, too aloof 
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Too demanding, too uptight, 
dont live up to any hype 
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Either too old to be relevant or too young to be resonant 
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Addictions picking off mates like theyre all social experiments 
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All the kicking, all the pricks, 
all the leaches, snakes and ticks 
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All the hours on the road, 
lonely brain bound to implode 
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Psyche shrieking out the back, 
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bills are waiting in a growing stack 
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Youre working like a dog but you got nothing to show for that 
 

Outro 

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      You gotta help me understand what 
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 you do 
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Ive never known anyone who keeps 
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 everything as straight as you 
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       There was a time I had it all in 
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my fist 
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Now Im seriously considering becoming a metrologist