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This Town
02:53
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Oh you have a lucky thumb, but sometimes it is tough,
hard times, a lift can’t take you far enough,
when you need to get along, get away from this mess,
stuck like a fish on the sand, where the river rests…
…Yeah, you tripped up and you landed in this town.
Now I talk about the road, how it runs in my blood,
how I’ve seen more places than I thought I could,
but there’s too many miles, and there’s not enough time,
I bid farewell to the past at every county line…
…Yeah, I tripped up and I landed in this town.
Customise the lies to suit your behaviour.
Complicate the hate that you live and breathe.
Pacify or die, no one else will save you. Please!
Customise the lies to suit your behaviour.
Complicate the hate that you live and breathe.
Cursing all the reasons why you’re on your hands and knees…
… “spare one cigarette, please….”
Well she’s consumed everything, she can’t remember what,
as the sky swarms around her like a Hitchcock plot,
a swarming mass of starlings on a hazy day,
rubbing her tired eyes won’t make this go away…
…Yeah, she tripped up and she landed in this town.
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2. |
Alice
03:49
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I sit with Judy Garland on a dusty kerb,
beside the cattle wagon with its silent herd.
A lifetime’s stories fall upon their frightened ears,
The warm stillness calming their animal fears.
You said you’d give up your legs for one night in Paris,
Rather than spend all your days in a town like Alice.
Yeah your words held no humour, no hatred, no malice,
Inspired by spending your days in a town like Alice.
Yeah the land is black but all the money is white.
You said goodbye to your love in a drunken knife fight.
But still you got your blanket, and you got your saw,
Although there’s nothing but rock for one thousand miles or more…
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3. |
Dear Bracken
03:27
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Dear Bracken,
It’s 3am and you’re my only friend
beside the sycamore trees and the sky.
Beside the railway line i will try
and count the days.
It’s changing,
been a long time since I recognised a face,
no I don’t even remember my own.
I lost my sharp razor blade and my comb
along the way.
Dear Bracken I don’t think I can walk very far, I cashed in my glory days.
Forgive me if I stumble, if I mix my words, please forgive my foolish ways.
I’m tired of fighting,
the north wind is biting, pulling at my clothes,
my fire is all but a spark in the abyss.
This life has always been a case of hit and miss,
a target out of reach.
And I love her,
but I lost her letters, somewhere far behind,
I watched her words melting away into the snow.
It breaks my heart that she might never even know
I made it off the beach.
Dear Bracken, I don’t think I can walk very far, I crashed in on my glory days.
Forgive me when I mumble, when I laugh at the world, please forgive my foolish ways.
And I can only wish,
that I can live through this,
Alive, alive…. a life to live, a child to love, a girl to kiss.
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4. |
Given Up Giving Up
03:37
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Someone better lay you out cold,
‘cos boy you just can’t be told,
how you’re leading yourself on.
You don’t see peoples’ eyes rolling back,
when you start talking like that,
sit there turning yourself on.
Now I…. I’m thinking hard about giving up on you.
I won’t waste my time on an idiot like you.
I’m thinking hard about giving up on you.
One day you’ll see the truth shine through.
I’ve never been a violent man,
but still I cannot help but picture,
My fist in your face sometimes.
I think I’d better get up and walk away,
because you’re winding me up,
like you don’t even know how much….
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5. |
Jump On A Scene
03:58
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That blade is shaped to keep a pencil sharp.
And drawing blood will not fill a hollow heart,
steer around an embrace,
spite your name, save your face.
See how the vultures peck and squabble in their pack.
Those barefoot days are never coming back.
Lost our wings in the flames,
sold our souls, fired our brains.
Oh how we danced, St Vitus would have blushed,
But all the hopes we spoke of have been crushed,
Liberated our thunder,
Held our heads, shoved us under.
Our saving grace lives only in our parents eyes.
You are a mess, your powdered breasts and orange thighs,
Safe advice to impart,
being cool is not an art.
We are ruthless, we are mean, just watch us jump in on a scene,
consume the magazine, suck in our cheeks, skeletal dreams.
A badly drawn tattoo will hurt your future more than you,
we are ruthless we are mean, see how we jump…
We aren’t afraid to…we’re just the same as you…
Pride in our wasted youth… playing games with lies and truth…
A million limpets on a whale… push away, set sail….
The promises we make are always promises we break.
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6. |
And Then I Woke Up
03:20
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Oh last night, I had a dream…
.. .that the whole world was free.
Free of religion, and free of war and free of money.
And then I woke up.
Oh last night, I did imagine,
A much safer, cleaner place.
It was free of torture and free of hatred, I packed my case.
And then I woke up.
Because everybody loves a good fight.
And a lot of people choose to fight the good fight,
like it’s their birth right, but it’s not for me….
…. And the world will never be free.
Oh last night I did remember,
A much safer, cleaner time,
We put down our guns, and we drank our beer, and we drank our wine.
And then we woke up.
Think I’d better batter down these hatches.
Steady myself for scathing attack.
I’m not setting out here to attract this,
But it’s not hard to see the cracks.
It’s a beautiful world,
but the beauty is tarnished.
We can’t make it taste better,
with salad and garnish.
It’s a beautiful world,
but the beauty is tarnished,
and we cannot fix it,
with polish and varnish.
There’s no glue left.
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7. |
Reality Bites
03:44
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Reality bites,
I got teeth marks on my arm.
Yeah reality lacks a lot of charm,
but I made my choice.
Reality is packing punches.
I’ve had more bruises than you’ve had hot lunches.
And all her fives are delivered in bunches,
But I made my choice.
Reality bites. Yeah, reality bites.
Stop the world, I wanna get back on.
Insanity might
be a springboard for our art,
we walk the plank and we fall apart,
but at least we try.
Sobriety might pull us under
- It’s like a river against our raft.
We cannot paddle in this damaged craft,
but at least we try.
Reality bites. Yeah, reality bites.
Stop the world, I wanna get back on.
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8. |
Something To Trade
04:33
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Give us all of your money,
and in return we will invest in all the things that we do best.
Don’t you think that it’s funny?
Those suits and ties on mobile phones are only cavemen swapping bones.
It’s just a shame, that we all need something to trade,
We can’t play the game.
No one’s to blame, ‘cos we all want something to trade.
Life will never be easy,
‘cos the envy and lust will supercede all that you have with what you think you need.
Now, bricks and stone equal power,
But tell that to the man on the street, with stomach cramps and shoeless feet.
It’s just a shame, that we all need something to trade,
We can’t play the game.
No one’s to blame, ‘cos we all want something to trade.
Oh when he’s gone a man lives on through the words he leaves behind.
You can take those words, but you cannot fake that mind.
Now air is a commodity, and water has a price….
.. there’s virtually a bar-code on your life…
So give us all of your money,
and in return we will invest in all the things that we do best.
Don’t you think that it’s funny?
Those suits and ties on mobile phones are only cavemen swapping bones.
It’s just a shame, that we all need something to trade,
We can’t play the game.
No one’s to blame, ‘cos we all want something to trade.
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Bathed in folk sensibilities, pop hooks, British history and post-modern wit, Pocket Drummers have a set-full of addictive secrets to share equally between the ears of each and every one of you.
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