1. |
This Is My Script
01:41
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This will not die, I can come here any time,
In my mind,
These stepping stones will pool into perpetuity.
This is my script, this will not die, I can come here any time,
In my mind,
This space, these resonations, this place.
This is my script, this will not die, I can come here any time,
In my mind,
This room, that view, these memories of you.
This is my script, this will not die, I can come here any time,
In my mind,
Sit here, look out the window, disappear.
This is my script.
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2. |
Stay Young Long
02:55
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Wasps are not all black and yellow, days are not all sweet and mellow.
Wasps are sometimes sweet and mellow days can be quite black and yellow.
For a suitcase full of money everything that now surrounds me.
For the things that now surround me, just a suitcase full of money.
Stay young long by only doing things that you enjoy no matter what the neighbours say.
Make the most of limitation, reason not the destination, just say yes to invitation, comply with procrastination.
Hold on tight with arms wide open, bask in every word unspoken, read the walls for wisdom every day.
Stay young long by only doing things that you enjoy no matter what the neighbours say.
Stones are in the garden watching seismic changes fast approaching.
Prayers just dissipate into the sky.
Dissolution can be binding, even as it's all unwinding seems the fondest word could be goodbye.
Stay young long by only doing things that you enjoy no matter what the neighbours say.
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3. |
Tell Nobody
03:42
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I see you I know you, a knight in black leather, mmm.
I meet you I like you, turns out you got crap yeah, hmm.
Your news was a shocker, rapprochement, détachement, hmm.
I know you I like you, let's make a plan.
Seems to me what you need, a friend called Nobody, me.
Your secrets my secrets, 's funny what we can see.
Most people don't get me, the reason I rarely speak.
You're shifty I'm shifty, affinity.
All's fair in songwriting, a craving can craving see.
This song yeah, 'bout you yeah, obsesses me.
You're the reason my fingers hurt, they ache like ballet dancers’ toes.
You helped me massively, haunt me, that's how it goes.
Je t'ai vu, je t'ai lu, je t'ai vu, j'ai voulu…
I saw you I knew you, a knight in black leather, mmm.
I met you I liked you, found out you'd got crap yeah, hmm.
That's that then, go figure, skyward to bed perchance to dream.
You came and you left but you're here with me,
You left but you didn’t, you're here with me.
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4. |
Gone Delinquent
02:29
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I've gone delinquent, don't know the way back, worked too hard for too long, still don't get the crack.
Found me a new beau, he's a honeybee for me.
He's a big tall handsome man, loving as can be.
Don't know what the future holds, maybe 50 ain't so old, I've gone delinquent.
I've gone delinquent, don't know the way back.
Interfering with my drinking, had enough of that.
On the straight and narrow and a good girl all these years, I did not see this coming but was bound to end in tears.
Don't know what the future holds, maybe 50 ain't so old, I've gone delinquent.
I've gone delinquent, don't know who to tell.
Nobody can say to me just what the bleeding hell...
Head just sings these tunes at me, don't want it to desist, there's madness in the maker whose spell I can't resist.
Don't know what the future holds, maybe 50 ain't so old.
I'm gone delinquent, ain't no going back.
It's a complete derailment. My wheels are off the track.
Chin turned up toward the sky though, only way to be,
A flower's final flower, and in good company.
Don't know what the future holds, maybe 50 ain't so old, I'm gone delinquent.
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5. |
Harvey
01:58
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Harvey I think I'm just like you. The look of loathe that's in your eye it's in me too.
We've been around the world and know the score. On that matter less is more.
Less is more, less is more, on that matter less is more.
Evan I've got a crush on you, you and your boyband, shooting straight and true.
Not offering you a place to hang your hat it's more that I wish I'd thought of that.
Thought of that, thought of that, the thought of that.
David it was me you were looking for. I'll be your eurotrash girl for ever more.
Sleeping by the fountains sounds just fine so long as you don't offer to be mine.
Less is more, less is more, on that matter less is more.
So Harvey, you see I'm just like you. The look of loathe that's in your eye it's in me too.
We've been around the world and know the score. On that matter less is more.
Less is more, less is more, on that matter less is more.
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6. |
Another Country Song
03:59
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Sweet and funny post-its remind me I love you, make me wonder what happened. Did I just not see it through?
For just everything that maddened I know I did so too.
I would like for you to get with... somebody new.
I know well who I refer to, you don't notice she's a she.
It's hard as nails 'cause hell she has to. ‘kin' A what she achieves.
Right now you're blind to what she's hiding. Can't tell you but I see it's got just everything, and nothing, you could be just what it needs.
Beware the sirens of nostalgia coming atcha, ignore the sirens of disaster bleating atcha.
We're now dividing up the birthdays, I'm clearing out the loft, sometimes groaning, mainly laughing at the memories which waft me back to times long since forgotten. We were fresh and new.
Easier to see now that was me and that was you.
Watch out for sirens of nostalgia lurking behind every door, ignore the sirens of nostalgia peeking atcha from the walls, from every draw.
Sweet and funny post-its remind me I love you, make me wonder what happened. Did I not believe in you?
For just everything that maddened it wasn't always you.
I would like for you to get with... somebody new,
I would like for me to get with... somebody new.
We both know who I refer to, we don't know if he or she.
It's hard as nails, that's what we're used to. 'kin' A what we achieved.
Right now we don't know where it's hiding, if it's even yet to be, it's got just everything, and nothing, we could be just what it needs.
Watch out for sirens of nostalgia coming atcha, look at the sirens of nostalgia, peekin atcha.
My days are done of sitting up late, songs for company.
Done understanding done forgiving. Moving on, respectfully, we've had this time of contemplation, trucking with our loss.
Come the end of August this will be an empty house.
Farewell to sirens of nostalgia lurking behind every door, goodbye you sirens of nostalgia peeking at me from the walls, from every draw.
Sweet and funny post-its remind me I love you,
I would like for you to get with... somebody new,
I would like for me to get with... somebody new,
I would like us both to get with... somebody new.
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7. |
A Country Song
03:24
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As I put my clothes on to go home I know I’m leaving,
to a future bright and new where the outlook really is too beautiful to be believed.
And when I’m on the road home I think, alone again? I don’t have to be.
I could go back the way I came, there’d be somewhere, someone, who would be pleased to see me.
You call it the day I gave up smoking in the house, I call it the day love died.
I ha' been living out my days for quite some time, thought it would continue,
but, the decline in relations, communications, did accrue.
You were a lot more fun when you smoked, I shouldn’t say it, but it’s true.
Now you can’t see through your depression and my confession is we’re through.
You call it the day I gave up smoking in the house, I call it the day love died.
You lost humility and levity, I don’t think brevity was in that blend.
You swapped the baccy for the bevy when times were heavy, lost one more friend.
Sympathy and understanding are met with condescending and disdain.
Your manifest unfriendliness shows that it’s me you now detest.
How could I stay?
You call it the day I gave up smoking in the house, I call it the day love died.
So as I put my clothes on to go home I know I’m leaving,
to a future bright and new where the outlook really is too beautiful to be believed.
And when I’m on the road home I think, alone again? I don’t have to be.
I could go back the way I came, there’d be somewhere, someone, who would be pleased to see me.
You call it the day I gave up smoking in the house, I call it the day love died.
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8. |
Wrong Lifeboat
02:44
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I tried to get into the wrong lifeboat, it left me happy treading water.
Then I got into the wrong lifeboat, wound up happy on a sandbank.
I’m considering dry land, considering you, but I’m happy on my sandbank, join me on my sandbank, it’s fine here on my sandbank.
Can’t believe you pinched my ass you effing wanker, think neanderthals behaved better than that.
Didn’t your mummy ever teach you good behaviour?
Is it me or is it you who’s now old hat?
I could cut you some slack if I’m a throwback, but I’m happy on my sandbank, watching from my sandbank, it’s fine here on my sandbank.
Dissimulation is the key to fascination, keep me guessing I’ll be yours for ever more.
You ring that bell in your window for some reason, invitation or a warning from the shore.
Until the day… I’ll rest here on my sandbank, safely on my sandbank, it’s fine here on my sandbank.
I tried to get into the wrong lifeboat, it left me happy treading water.
Then I got into the wrong lifeboat, wound up happy on this sandbank.
I’m considering dry land, considering you, but I’m happy on my sandbank, it’s fine here on my sandbank.
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9. |
Calm Blue Ocean
03:21
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I don’t tell you that you’re fat so why d’you tell me that I’m skinny?
I don’t tell you that you’re fat. Don’t you tell me...
I’m fair game what’s up with that, up with that now, honey, missy?
I’m fair game what’s up with that... up with that is, here’s the hinny,
I don’t tell you that you’re fat so…
Calm blue ocean
I don’t say get off your ass, get up the pass and wibble wobble,
I don’t say get off your ass, get up that pass and...
I eat to live you live to eat but can’t we all do what we please?
I need to eat, you love to eat, can we not all just simply be?
I don’t say get off your ass so…
Calm blue ocean
You say I should give up smoking, looks to me like you who’s choking.
You say I should give up smoking, sounds to me like you who’s croaking, you get my goat, love to race you, up the nearest highest mountain.
You got my goat, gladly race you...
I’m fair game what’s up with that, you’re fair game now matter of fact let's do it...
Calm blue ocean tho
You tell me I’m on the spectrum news directly from your rectum,
You tell me I’m on the spectrum, news directly...
Few of us like the hand we’re dealt much, pointing fingers doesn’t help much.
None of us likes the hand we’re dealt, pointing fingers, that won’t help.
Labels aint no good to me, boxes will not set me free so…
Leave me be, hush with the crud, it’s messing with my joie de vie.
Live and let live, suspend the judgements muddying my liberty.
I’ve held my tongue, had enough, coming out now I ain’t proud,
what goes around soon comes around. I’ll get mine now pound for pound but you’re bugging me...
You like to rain on my parade, could give yourself and me a break.
You always rain on the parade. Give us all a frick'n break.
I need to learn to moderate... with the fireworks and tirades.
Maybe I’ll learn to moderate, no more tantrums, no more rage, but you’re bugging me...
'cause I don’t tell you that you’re fat so why d’you tell me that I’m skinny?
I don’t tell you that you’re fat. Don’t you tell me that I’m skinny.
I don’t deal out the critiques. I don’t impose my beliefs.
Quit bugging me, and then we’ll be...
Sweet.
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10. |
Hey Clothears
03:12
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Hey Clothears, we listen more than you.
Hey Clothears, why do you say the things you do?
Take a breath, know that we love you.
Doesn’t matter who you do, we all see straight through you.
Hey Clothears, don’t tell us to eat some shit.
We’re grateful that you prepared it.
Love yourself to love another, it ain’t exactly you.
Clear the room with your persona, much more your point of view.
Hey Clothears, ain’t gonna be no war.
There’s nothing we want to fight you for.
Keep your humour, it’s pure misanthropy.
We’ll dodge your shards of negativity.
Hey Clothears, perhaps you’re wise and we’re the fool.
Big whoopee if you are, it ain’t our call.
One thing for certain, we’re having no effect at all.
This could be curtains, kills to see you boldly fall.
Hey Clothears, come on back into the fold.
Build a life for when we’re old.
Step away from those galoshes embedded in the mire.
Something nice, crack that face into a smile.
Hey Clothears.
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11. |
Little Girls
03:05
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There was a little girl called Hooby, she was a cross collie-cross.
Got her white tights on, ready to run, lungs like angels' wings.
Gives great air, devil may care, circles me in rings.
Somewhere is a place where all the dogs you ever knew run up to you.
There was a little girl called Wubble, she was Marilyn Monroe in doggie-form, not that little.
Got her eyebrows on, set to stun, mesmerising vim.
Long low sweeps, mine for keeps, artful is her whim.
Somewhere is the place where all the dogs you ever knew run up to you.
There was a little girl called Bella, she was my first love.
They got a sell-by-date, never too late, bad girls don’t die young.
Look at the space where they lay as I ply my song.
Somewhere is the place where all the dogs you ever knew run up to you,
And, if you were here, darling and dear, we’d have such fun... woo!
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12. |
Weekend Sue
03:36
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Weekend Sue even you show me up with what you do. Please tell me why matters pubic need to be quite so cherubic.
Maintaining the lady’s garden, buffing up around the muff, does the skirting match the curtain... a whole host of other stuff.
Collars and cuffs, collars and cuffs.
As if life wasn’t tough enough.
Let your armpits be your charmpits? I’m with that there Julia Roberts.
Weekend Sue you know your shit. I just can’t get into it.
Cupboards full of good intentions. That’s about the size of it.
Depilation with elation warranting my admiration? Please tell me the freaking reason if it ain’t just narcissism.
Collars and cuffs, collars and cuffs.
As if life wasn’t tough enough.
Grizzly bears down in the forest, and me, we like a bit of rough.
Weekend Sue, goddamn you’re good, grooming underneath the hood.
If I had more time I could. Even then not sure I would.
I could make a case for progress, tell sham porn-stars where to go. Fact is even under duress I’m a lazy so-and-so.
Collars and cuffs, collars and cuffs.
As if life wasn’t tough enough,
Yes the snatch matches the thatch. Here’s to that. Down the hatch.
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