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A Team Get-Out
04:05
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My ways are the highways of your dreams not coming true
There is a long and lovely future behind you
Even as you're whining and opining you're not thru
You're waving truce like it's the decent thing to do
As if you have a get-out
While the going is so good
My schoolfriend was so contrary on a different set of tracks
He measured out mom's goat milk for to top up what he lac
Though all those shitty reports are now buried in a sac
Alan laughs at me-- a beetle on its back
The world is turning like any good world would
I've gotta get-out when the going's getting good
Russian skins were caught napping-- I came out fighting like a poof
Ladling my pitch tar from the roof
Rolling down like balaclavas blacking out the Hitler youth
In the cafes they were phoning out the truth
We've got to get out while the going's getting good
My ways are the highways of my dreams not coming true
There is a long and lovely future behind you
Even as you're whining and opining you're not thru
You're waving truce like it's the decent thing to do
As if you have a get-out while the going is so good
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2. |
German Shepherd
02:57
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I shot a bear in the forehead
While he was waiting for spring
Tore down the bats from the cave roof
Iced-up not feeling a thing
Watch for your head torch baby
Shining thru the cess and the gloom
You'd better lead with a canary
And I'm hoping you can dig me out soon
I took my meds in the AM
Stared into my opal ball
Took to my bed in the pee a pee a PM
Don't need no daylite at all
Switched on my head band baby
For to peer thru all the muck and the gloom
They were all out of canaries
But I'm hoping I'll be out with you soon
Sued by a bony old writer
He said I was in his thrall
Said what would I steal your shite fer?
Don't rate your records at all
Now I am my own prison
Locked in with the riffs he wrote
My tongue a drawbridge that's risen
My pissy tears like a moat
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Mushrooms in Maastricht
04:11
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Another dinner I won't finish
This time Cherie and me
Things between us ain't the same as like they used to be
Like mushrooms in Maastricht under old world lights
Taken in by sights
On mushrooms in old Maastricht
How the info flowed
Talks through the night on how the fire place glows
Fire representative and down we'd go
In the beautiful chateau
She says 'I am what you are
There's not much one can do
Keep keeping secrets for me baby
Like I lie for you
I mean- lightning is lovely and the sky rings true
But you wouldn't have them in your house
I need the old you I get hot for, like in Tripoli
Called you Killer and it worked for me'
She took my hands across the table said 'The act must end
She said do you feel like you feel like you could do it again?'
She asked 'Tone...D'you get the notion you might kill again?
Tone....D'you get the notion you could kill again?
I said Babe....I get the feeling I could kill again
Tone....Do you have it in you could you kill again?'
Joking aside- I would try him for the sake of the Dead
Covered dead for college heads--It's a crime, I get upset
He murdered Blues for Allah, China / Rider too....Friend of the Devil....
I need the old you I get hot for etc.
Tone....
Do you get the notion you might kill again?
Tone....
Do you ever feel like you could kill again?
Tone....
Do you get an itch like you might kill again?
Tone?
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4. |
Pain Inside
02:17
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I see you shrugging like a cavalier
So I don't see your pain inside
And me I'm grinning up from ear to ear
No you won't feel my pain inside
As a groom shining like a chandelier
Hides in the penumbra of the bride
So my hurt has got nothing to fear
No you don't see my pain inside
The pope's a good one and the world rejoice
Pope's a bad one and it frowns
But those kind peasants turn it upside down
For when the prince rides through the town
Watch him ride now!
Bone marrow oozes on the battlefields
Still I don't see the pain inside
Sticks and stones might keep it well congealed
Yet you won't hurt my damaged pride
The stride of summer and the march of spring
Stuck fast in cellophane and ice
Are free to muse on what the future brings
But you won't hear my pain inside
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5. |
Eventually Everyone
03:39
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I
Eventually everyone
You
Eventually everyone
Us
Eventually everyone
We
Eventually the day will cum
Dancing on the ceiling now and living left to right
But who's this lurking low?
Man
Man in his predicament
Fireman pray
Mark time in a predicament
Fries up and sprays
White butter and blue sediment
I'm copping rays while
Mankind hands in its a-sick-a-note
John wrote ''Love not the world'' you dig the world
So what's a girl to do?
What's a girl to do now?
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6. |
Uncle Richard
05:20
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My Uncle Richard views me with disgust
I broke a promise and abused his trust
My auntie Suzie's not like girls my age
She dresses punky and her words are sage
''Reach back.....If your mind's alone
But don't come knocking if the heart ain't home''
I stole a necklace from a marble bust
Where's the justice if a fine thing rusts
I think it suits me but it suits you too
I can't wear it like you used to do
Some things so hard to wear
You think it's easy but the thread's pulled bare
Too many two way V signs
Don't start clapping 'less you got good time
My uncle Richard views me with disgust
(eyes me in despair)
I broke a promise and abused his trust
(I dug his friend up and I grew his hair)
But Auntie Suzie's not like girls my age
She dresses punky and her words are sage
''Reach back.....If your mind's alone
But don't come knocking if the heart ain't home''
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7. |
Cobra in a Basket
00:49
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Found a cobra in a basket
Someone taught it to sing
I really thought it was the charmingest thing
Gave a hundred fifty and he gave me some skin
Now I got it on the mantle and I'm listening in
Singing love it sings of love
Singing love
But how's he know the stuff that he’s been singing of?
I held my arm out
It crawled up my sleeve
Whispered 'rock and roll is just the will to believe'
It was music to my ears
I started jotting down notes
Then the cobra from the basket disappeared down my throat
Singing love
We’re singing love
Love
But baby tell me is it from below or above?
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8. |
Migrant Crisis
01:26
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Migrant Crisis
Squeezing thru the borders
Migrant Crisis
Coming up the stairs
Got so bored and this weed is so exciting
Propped up watching lightning fly (I got so low they got a)
Migrant Crisis
Some things last forever
Micro Cosm
Life could be so sweet
Migrant Crisis
Played in many movements
Lala how the life goes on
And on and on into a
Migrant Crisis
Migrant Crisis
Into Abyssinia
Migrant Crisis
Long long time ago
Migrant Crisis
Turnstile on a land bridge
Criss-cross like the...
Eskimo Eskimo Eskimo Eskimo
Migrant Crisis
Wish that I could stop it
Closing credits
In chalk marks in the sea
See John Lennon
Worlds without no borders
Ports with no security
Migrant Crisis
The strong might live among us
Mindful Violence
From preying on the weak
Friends of Isis:
Wholly lost in action:
The slave has found her jubilee
I dare not speak in times of
Migrant Crisis Migrant Crisis Migrant Crisis Migrant Crisis
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9. |
Over Time I Came to Care
01:14
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Over time I came to care
About some of my captors there
They bled my radiators dry
Release came with a tear in my eye
Over time I came to care
'Bout who I see and what I dare to bare
Now I go limp when babies stare
Over time I came to care
Lies sinking ships and all for what?
Lips of some polyglot
Spout up grand castles in the air
Over time I came to care
After much thought I came to care
Loved one or two of my old captors there
Some tormentors rock the easy chair
But over time I've come to....
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10. |
Up & Down You
08:51
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Locked up in your dream
You keep your life's key
Squirrelled in a fantasy
I know you like
I know you dislike
But love is no spectator sport
Some days it seems to
I had sex dreams too
But look on out cos time is short
Some bees make honey
They do look funny
Nesting in the lion's head
He's been re-purposed since the first day of circus
Now queen's in state and god is dead
Up and down up and down up and down up and down you
Felt lucky to be me all day
Up there you'll love it- down: rise above it
Gonna feed my pigs on kangaroo
I'll see the phase thru
Shoulder the shame too
Up and down up and down up and down up and down you
The boss was drinking on a Saturday
The lords are leaping in a lot
Girly is ironing for her secondborn
Ev'ry other night
Butt scheming daily
She keeps my gaol key
Squirrelled in a fantasy
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11. |
Hagley Village Rocker
06:25
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Shitty, useless mirrors.
Do you feel the way you look?
I peer on in and a friendly ghost appears
Shining back gauche and over-bright
I don't look the way I look or even dress the way I dress
Let me you tell you the true colours of my mind
I'm red of face, my bald head poking pink from my tan leather
My thoughts are stillborn baby blue
but should a single one squeak thru I perceive gold
My ties are black, grey-green hands dither
As I'm led to the stand by a charcoal man
But I'm no lily bride in white
As I recite:
First time mid-crime felt fine
Now I call you as as my witness
I played it wrong
From bar one of our sad song
Now I long
Beg for your forgiveness
Mother bought me midnight shoes
But they don't fit me like they used to do
I owe this mind to my time as a Hagley Village Rocker
I stole my soul from down town but I just want to say I'm sorry
My words pour all round the world
These words they're just words that I heard
I owe this time to my mind as a Hagley Village Rocker
Mother bought me midnight shoes
But they don’t fit me like they used to do
Sha la lala la la sha la lala lala
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PILL FANGS England, UK
''The best songwriter you've probably never heard of has delivered another diamond''
RECORD COLLECTOR
MAGAZINE
''This is a band stretching itself beyond its initial premise and creating a vision of its own. What sets them apart is that they have their very own wordsmith to match the greats they so admire''.
LOUDER THAN WAR
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