1. |
Looks Alright From Here
02:31
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Got to breathe, away from here.
Leave the stench get some fresh air, bollocks!
Reverse sweep over third man.
Put it out the fucking stand, fuck ‘em all!
Goodbye,
Looks alright from here.
Looks alright to me.
Send your arse up Hardnot pass.
Try a sprint up buttertubs, fuck ‘em!
Got to breathe away from here.
Leave the stench get some fresh air, fuck ‘em all!
Goodbye,
Looks alright from here.
Looks alright to me.
You’ll go your way and I’ll go mine.
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2. |
Green Glass Chippings
02:33
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Well I’ve fucked up so many times,
but that’s not one of ‘em.
Doubts put boots on, wake me up,
but that’s not two of ‘em.
I’ve been off the rails in my time.
I see three of ‘em.
Left mistakes in John O’ Groats.
Can someone send them south,
before I’m on my last pair of slippers,
all my logic gone.
With a marble headstone, plastic flowers,
and a layer of green glass chippings. Job done.
On the spectrum of mental health.
Jingo’s one of ‘em.
I won’t flinch if its found in a ditch,
covered in a layer of unicorn piss.
There’s things you won’t achieve.
Death’s not one of ‘em.
Play a tiny violin, or you can get stuck in,
before you’re on your last pair of slippers,
all your logic gone.
Marble headstone, plastic flowers,
and a layer of green glass chippings. Job done.
There’s things you won’t achieve.
Death’s not one of ‘em.
You can moan and you can whinge, or you can get stuck in,
before you’re on your last pair of slippers,
all your logic gone.
Marble headstone, plastic flowers,
and a layer of green glass chippings.
before you’re on your last pair of slippers,
all your logic gone.
Marble headstone, plastic flowers,
and a layer of green glass chippings.
To every one of ‘em
Goodnight, good work, job done.
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3. |
One Of Those Days
02:47
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I ain’t travelling alone
Its me and this plastic bag
50p is all I’ve got
And a few clichés for the pot
A well worn route, you’ll know the way
You’ll easy recognise the path
You aint last and you aint lost
All you can do is best foot first
Because
Its just one of those days
That time of year again
Remembering you know who, so
Kick me up the arse
Boot me out the past
Lets go out and have a laugh for old times sake
Dedication is the key
At least that’s what Roy told me.
Determination you’ll see it through
From Dean to me, from me to you
A well worn route, you’ll know the way
You’ll easy recognise the path
You ain’t last and you ain’t lost
All you can do is best foot first
Dedication is the key
At least that’s what Roy told me.
Determination you’ll see it through
From Dean to me, from me to you
Because
Its just one of those days
That time of year again
Remembering you know who, so
Kick me up the arse
Boot me out the past
Lets go out and have a laugh for old times sake
We’ll make it last forever and a day
We’ll make it last for all time.
And take a pint for auld lang syne
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4. |
Fish 'n' Chips
01:48
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Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.
Let’s go blind and all eat soup.
You’ll need your eyes.
I’ll need my teeth.
Lets agree to disagree.
But,
Don’t tell me how much spuds cost.
Go tend your gold.
Don’t tell me how much spuds cost.
Blemmya to the left of me.
Dogheads to the right.
Cyclops staring me out.
You’ll need your eye.
I’ll need my teeth.
Lets agree to disagree.
But,
Don’t tell me how much spuds cost.
Go tend your gold.
Don’t tell me how much spuds cost.
Go tend your gold.
Agitated H20, infused with foreign leaves.
Bovine colostrum, monosaccharides.
Fried fish from the refugees.
Fried tubas from the southern cone.
Say what you see.
That’s a little bit of me.
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5. |
Hard Times
02:46
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Cold, cold eyes upon me they stare
People all around me and they're all in fear
They don't seem to want me but they won't admit
I must be some kind of creature up here having fits
From my party house, I'm afraid to come outside
Although I'm filled with love I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride
So I play the part I feel they want of me
And I pull the shades so I won't see them seein' me
Havin' hard times in this crazy town
Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found
Havin' hard times, in this crazy town
Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found
From my party house I feel like meetin' others
Familiar faces, creed and race, a brother
But to my surprise I find a man corrupt
Although he be my brother, he wants to hold me up
Havin' hard times in this crazy town
Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found
Havin' hard times, in this crazy town
Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found
So many hard times...
Sleepin' on motel floors
Knockin' on my brother's door
Eatin' Spam and Oreos and drinkin' Thunderbird baby
(Wail) In this crazy town
Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found
Havin' hard times, in this crazy town
Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found
And I'm sick and tired of havin' so many times
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6. |
Barba Gelata
03:12
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7. |
Lemon Curd
02:56
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Geezer up the road is going to get nicked.
From the back of the fridge there came a little voice.
I was talking to pineapple jam.
Said it out loud, hope no one overheard.
We were talking shit about the lemon curd.
Nobody wants to be bottom shelf, back of the fridge.
Watching the food roll by, roll in roll out roll in roll out
A yellow glow in the cloud, it’s a full moon.
10:48 and I believe again.
The wolf is smiling, smiling, smiling on me.
I’ll have a cup of tea and anything with lemon curd.
Nobody wants to be bottom shelf, back of the fridge.
Watching the food roll by, roll in roll out roll in roll out
The wolf is smiling, smiling, smiling on me.
I’ll have a cup of tea and anything with lemon curd.
Geezer up the road is going to get nicked.
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8. |
Stolen From View
01:57
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Stolen from view.
Kicked to death shoved in a bin for all to see.
For a postcode, a reputation.
Taunt the mother at the dead kids funeral.
Fuel on a dirty fire.
The message got through
It’s gonna take a leap of faith to make this work.
A different day.
A different stain.
A three way machete fight.
Fuel on a dirty fire.
And I stick my head above the clouds
Breathing deeply in and out
Looking down I’m not so proud of what I see
For a postcode, a reputation.
Taunt the mother at the dead kids funeral.
Fuel on a dirty fire.
I stick my head above the clouds
Breathing deeply in and out
Looking down I’m not so proud of what I see
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9. |
Small F
02:10
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Its old hat
I don’t care
I like it
I’m staying here
Nostalgia,
To keep me warm
Black bombers, hornets nest
Swarming round the northern
Up all night, hazy dawn.
You cant take that away from me.
Bollocks, fuck off, get your own.
Bollocks, fuck off, get your own.
Innocenti giallo ossido
Rosso vespa, primavera
Nostalgia will keep me warm.
Yes I’m going to keep the faith.
Yes I’m going to keep the faith.
You can”t take that away from me.
That’s mine to keep.
Bollocks, fuck off, get your own.
Bollocks, fuck off, get your own.
Yes I’m going to keep the faith.
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10. |
Bing Bong
02:37
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First you put your left foot forward then your right foot.
Then repeat it until you find the right spot.
Set your stall up, and sell whatever you’ve got.
Then put your left foot forward then your right foot.
Until you find some solid ground
trying to find some solid ground
Looking for some solid ground
Trying to find some solid ground
Kick with my right.
Throw with my left.
Chew on my right side.
Deaf in my left ear.
Sometimes up.
Sometimes its down.
Sometimes its baked.
Sometimes a quagmire.
Left foot right foot start again
Trying to find some solid ground
trying to find some solid ground
Looking for some solid ground
Trying to find some solid ground
Cant deal with anymore lies.
Sick to my teeth with the lies
Had quite enough of the lies
We’re all pig sick of the lies
Left foot right foot start again
Looking for some solid ground
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