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Rorschach
04:27
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Please leave me alone with my thoughts
I have no want to jest
Analyse my every motive
With a questionnaire and a Rorschach test.
Who stole the moon away in times of dire need
In retribution for some disloyalty?
And parts of me have disappeared for I have let them fade
In attempt to regain dignity.
And I won't remember...
On a ship that's capsizing
Where whiskey was my nurse
Illuminated and mesmerising
But we left in a hearse
Not dangerous nor thought provoking
Nor an excuse for petty crime
And there was no point to anything we did
Until we ran out of time
And I was fortunate, though I did not see it
But I do not have to justify myself
When I've done nothing wrong
And I won't remember...
And I won't remember...
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The Vaulted Lead Ceiling
06:35
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I don't want to live the life of the chronically bored
Or the tawdry nights I am driven towards
The rain isn't cleansing and the coffee tastes grey
I wish I was in love but it's far too late
Because nothing happens to me
The days are getting bleaker and there's so much less in each
But still I am trying to get by
The cogs keep on turning in cold methodic time
There's a fog in my head; impenetrably thick
While the warmth of your skin is making me feel sick
You tell me to relax but each night is the same
It seems my world is a canvas but my heart an empty frame
And still nothing happens to me
My eyes that are dull and empty chase impossible esteem
Why am I trying to compete
With this overwhelming monochrome like a broken synaesthete.
Why does nothing happen to me
I try to make the difference with an old bottle of bleach
But still someone's trying to hold me down
And if I incarcerate; should I care if he'll be crushed when I am not here?
What if I'm wrong and the God's honest truth is a lie?
What if I've burned all the bridges and cut all the ties?
I've stopped you from living and injured myself out of spite
Tonight; I am flying too high
What if I've danced on the graves of conmen like me?
What if I've abandoned all the pretense and mystery?
Should I recall all the teachings of latter day saints;
But they're fakes and there is nothing else
I don't want to live the life of the chronically bored
Or the tawdry nights I am driven towards
The rain isn't cleansing and the coffee tastes grey
And I curse my luck to stare at this vaulted lead ceiling.
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Life In The Tannery
03:48
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Shouldn't rely on me when I don't know where I'm going
Because it falls apart when you see that I'm not really here
To pull you from the blizzard; cartwheeling out of sync with
The feelings that you perceive: you're in love with a daydream
I don't have the time to sit around counting what isn't mine
I don't understand what it is that you demand
There's too much information to comprehend and seek that
While I am barely living, you're in love with a daydream
I don't have the time to sit around counting what isn't mine
I don't understand what it is that you demand
Agreed
You must
Protect
But respect
Our attempt
To break down your empire
I don't know you any more and I don't want to that's for sure
I've seen your hand, I've felt disgrace
And yet I still seem out of place
Give me back the day, it hardly matters anyway
Each time we disagree, it hardly endears you to me
I don't have the time to sit around counting what isn't mine
I don't understand what it is that you demand
You look into my heart and see rusty gears and cobwebs
Then you being to realise, at last, that I'm not really here.
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Waterlilies
03:51
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You and I,
Oh we were wrapped in silk
And all the walls we built
But I don't want to believe it
Time after time
Hoping and begging
But secretly knowing
It will never be the same again
Bright lights; so ineffectual now
We've got to escape this pain for you somehow
And I stumble through the haze that separates me from the end of days
But does it really matter any more, any more?
Time is an illusion
What time do we have?
If I'm not spending it
In a place we love
The state owns my soul and I'll never leave this cage
I don't know whether to love or hate it; it can't contain my rage
Now I stumble through the haze that separates me from the end of days
But does it really matter any more, any more?
Bodies in the street trampled by the protesters' feet
The mist goes up, the guns come out, the feel the must compete
So I stumble through the haze that separates me from the end of days
But does it really matter any more, any more?
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Peace To Camera
02:51
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Alice Loses Grip
04:40
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When whisked away to paradise
And disregarding all advice
I ask myself should I recall
Should I find what I'm looking for
The steps towards my hopes and dreams
Were worth my splitting at the seams
Or better not to entertain
The whisper and the hurricane
So I rescue myself onto greener plains
And I feel like I am in luck
Oh if only just for one day
Then the rug is pulled from under my feet
Surprise it seems comes crashing down
And time, its friend, soon comes around
To age my skin and grey my hair
Turn sight into an empty stare
And dreaming into outer space
Is all the comfort I can face
Perpetuating lies and fear
That I've travelled far, but insincere
So I rescue myself onto greener plains
And I feel like I am in luck
Oh if only just for one day
Then the rug is pulled from under my feet
So I rescue myself onto greener plains
And I feel like I am in luck
Oh if only just for one day
Then the rug is pulled from under my feet
The steps towards my hopes and dreams
Were worth my splitting at the seams
And better still to entertain
The whisper and the hurricane
You're wasting your time
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I need a miracle or something magical
To prove that there is more to life than this
But no-one can hold a candle to me tonight
I'll intimidate you with a show of my might
But that's apocryphal, so it settles down, the pall
The wool over your eyes into your ears
Til the argument that you had disappears
Tonight you are solely here to amuse and delight
But you want to stay in, can't believe what I'm hearing
You've stopped, you're burned out, reputation is smearing
You slander our names with your savage tongue
We destroy all the proof and beat you black and blue
Oh you've not seen it yet but don't you forget
That we love you, we love you my dear
I need time to assess your worth; if you're not excess
And sterilise the wound; keeps me in the game
Oh it seems such a shame I need someone to blame
Tonight I will give you all such a fright
But you've not thought this through, no attention to detail
It's crumbling down, your position is foetal
You slander our names with your savage tongue
We destroy all the proof and beat you black and blue
Oh you've not seen it yet but don't you forget
That we love you, we love you my dear
Oh we're tired of the lies, we won't fight any more
We can't help you now, you've done things we abhor
So it's nice that you care, but I'm past your support
Now you're struck off the list; you can take me to court
But I know it won't stick; I've had it secured
Now live off paltry means for ever more
I won't entertain your return instead
I'll burn through the canvas and tear out the threads
All with little hope that I won't soon be dead
Still they'll whisper my name with notorious dread
And I'll never know, though God knows I've tried
I've taken account, I've snuck and I've spied
And I've tried to forgive, but I'm not sure that's right
Since I've not lived a day in the whole of my life
You slander our names with your savage tongue
We destroy all the proof and beat you black and blue
Oh you've not seen it yet but don't you forget
You've not seen it yet but don't you forget
You've not seen it yet but don't you forget
That we love you, we love you my dear
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Have you read the papers today?
They're making small fries illegal
And I don't know what to say
I feel like I should help you out
But what's the use in howling
When we've said all that we have
And I begin to wonder
Into whose arms am I falling tonight?
We don't need your money
But you make us think that's all you've left behind
Emotionally drowning love
But not where you can't reach my mind
This tumour is benign
And idiots will wade to open sea
But it still rains on me
I left the office today
They've made small fries redundant
And I don't know what to say
They think that I am one of them
But what's the use in cowering
When I can't support my family
And I begin to wonder
Into which camp have I blundered tonight?
We don't need your money
But you make us think that's all you've left behind
Emotionally drowning love
But not where you can't reach my mind
This tumour is benign
And idiots will wade to open sea
But it still rains on me
We don't need your money
But you make us think that's all you've left behind
Emotionally drowning love
But not where you can't reach my mind
This tumour is benign
And idiots will wade to open sea
But it still rains on me
And it still rains on me
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Snapdragon
04:33
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High rise towers and giving up
On the eve of war
And you just sat there while Rome burned
Humiliation and smaller steps
As far as we are concerned
What have we learned?
There's something wrong with me or broken in my head
I don't see why you care
My memories are tainted while you see the light unaware
Sleeping pills and aspirin, all to no effect
I'm shocked there's anyone left
You moan about your day at work
And say you feel depressed
And bollocks to whatever I've confessed
And is it any wonder?
There's something wrong with me or broken in my head
I don't see why you care
My memories are tainted while you see the light unaware
Relish the colours the first days of autumn
And preach to the masses your tales that you told me
By candlelight in confidence, with mind-numbing irrelevance
And you look in my eyes and see further
I make this stop
I can't get rid of this blood on my hands
And I don't know what to do now I have
Gone too far of this I'm sure
But I couldn't resist the allure
So lead me away to the institute
Where I'll beg on my life to be let loose
I picture myself in an underpass
With the stolen goods that I've amassed
So tell me why I need to repent
My lungs are filled with the acrid stench of the burning cities I resent
So give me more and I'll give you a sign
That everyone was always so callous
You bastards, you bastards
Murderers...
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10. |
London Will Fall
06:01
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You ask me a question
And the answer is maybe
But you're not listening to me
Are you baby
Nobody's surprised
We're seeing nothing new
Oh nobody's perfect
Except you.
And London will fall and I won't be there
And it will all be down to you
Call but I won't be coming
We were saving our own skins
Another picture
In the paper we get
Another reward
They haven't seen mine yet
Your word as gospel
But they don't want a clue
Oh nobody's perfect
Except you
And London will fall and I won't be there
And it will all be down to you
Call but I won't be coming
We were saving our own skins
Always brown-nosing
I guess you have the gift
And saying you're sorry
Just enlarges the rift
Can I remember
The one phrase that rang true
And not 'nobody's perfect
Except you'
And London will fall
And London will fall
And London will fall
All because of you...
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Matt Hartless & the Maverick 7 Manchester, UK
Many moons ago, Matt Hartless rode into town from across the Sea on horseback with nothing but a guitar and a song in his
heart.
Selling an aquatic horse would have made life easier, but that's not the Maverick way and Matt soon found himself recruiting troubadours from across Manchester to give the gift of Gypsy-ska-flamenco-folk-punk-rock to the world.
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