1. |
Breathe
04:26
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You’ve been running out of road now you’ve reached a full stop,
All of your dreams got burnt on a long shot,
Take a few steps back from the edge,
And breathe…
Those were the days you used to impress,
A little hustle, a little cash, trips down south, self possessed
You know you can’t quite, recall how it all went wrong
Three thousand miles of American blacktop,
You’ve turned off your phone and ditched your laptop,
You’re running out of road, and you feel like death,
You’ve been running on empty now you’ve reached a full stop,
All of your dreams got burnt on a long shot,
Take a few steps back from the edge,
And breathe…
The story’s now is well into its arc
Not so sure that you’ll, reach the redemption part
Everyone else could see that you were just a mark
Three thousand miles of American blacktop,
You’ve turned off your phone and ditched your laptop,
You’re running out of road, and you feel like death,
You’ve been running on empty now you’ve reached a full stop,
All of your dreams got burnt on a long shot,
Take a few steps back from the edge,
And breathe…
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2. |
Questions
04:52
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Who do you blame, What’s it all for?
Who do you blame, What’s it all for?
Does any remember? Really?
Does any remember? Really?
Questions, Questions, Those questions, Those questions
Those questions, Those questions, Questions, Those questions,
Questions, Questions, Questions, Those questions,
Those Questions, Questions, Questions, Questions
Did you get your vaccine? got it, did it hurt?
Did you get your vaccine? got it, did it hurt?
Who was your favourite? How low can you go?
Who was your favourite? How low can you go?
Questions, Questions, Questions, Questions
Questions, Questions, Questions, Questions
Questions, Questions, Questions, Questions,
Questions, Questions, Questions, Questions
Do you stir it clockwise? Do you feel Ok,
Do you stir it clockwise? Do you feel Ok,
How much are you looking? fancy joining me?
How much are you looking? fancy joining me?
Questions, Questions, Questions, Questions
Questions, Questions, Questions, Questions
Questions, Questions, Questions, Questions,
Questions, Questions, Questions, Questions
Were you always looking, doesn’t she look great,
Can you hear the seagulls, doesn’t she look great,
What’s it all for? Does anyone remember?
Who do you blame? What’s it all for?
Outro
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
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3. |
Plan
03:43
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I once spent a week in Berlin
I met a girl with weird skin
I think we connected
We indulged in dialectic
Despite that we were gonna save the world because we’ve read the same books,
And that was the plan, oh what a plan!
Uh huh
I couldn't think straight
She said let’s make a list of the men we hate
I said this could cure my condition
She said we were only just messin’
Despite that we were gonna save the world because we’ve read the same books,
And that was the plan, oh what a plan!
Uh huh
Despite that we were gonna save the world because we’ve read the same books,
And that was the plan, oh what a plan!
Uh huh
I got back to the room but she was gone,
I guess she’s back in Saskatchewan
Despite that we were gonna save the world because we’ve read the same books,
And that was the plan, oh what a plan!
Uh huh
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4. |
King of Spain
03:55
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An only child in the old steel town
Early days she learnt to keep her head down
She watched, she made notes, she stayed unseen
‘til she joined the dots, yeah she mapped out, the whole damn scene.
‘Cause she’s the King of Spain,
Two thousand words, she named all the guilty men
King of Spain,
She’s the King of Spain
Some ugly old man was doing the Strand,
Seemed to get his way with all of his plans,
Greedy, bad tempered, with a mean streak to boot,
Went too far this time, and now she’s going to bring him to book.
‘Cause she’s the King of Spain,
Two thousand words, she named all the guilty men
King of Spain,
She’s the King of Spain,
One day she vanished, no one knows where,
Some say she’s in Vegas, some say she’s up in Bel Air,
The hustlers still pray but they’re under her spell
Cause maybe she’s just watching, they sure as hell can’t tell
She brought down the grifters, hard men and kings,
How the hell, they all said, does she even know these things
From faces and elders to upright men of state
Words were her weapons, and words carry weight
‘Cause she’s the King of Spain,
Two thousand words, she named all the guilty men
King of Spain,
She’s the King of Spain
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5. |
Harvest
04:32
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Now that you’re done,
You said you always did your best,
Now that you’re done,
You’ve built a cosy little nest,
Now that you’re done
Count the cash and pack your bag,
Now that you’re done
Roll up your precious little flag
Now that we’re done with you,
You can exit stage left (pursued by bear)
Now that we’re done with you,
You can just f-f-fade away
Now that you’re done,
How did you get it all so wrong
Now that you’re done,
Did you start off sincere but ended up singing the wrong song
Now that you’re done
Are you proud of what you achieved
Now that you’re done
Go running back to your little den of thieves
Now that we’re done with you,
You can exit stage left (pursued by bear)
Now that we’re done with you,
You can just f-f-fade away
You’ve had your fun,
But now you are well and truly done.
Now that you’re done
Don’t think we’ll putting up a plaque
Now that you’re Done
We’re just glad to see your back
Now that we’re done with you,
You can exit stage left (pursued by bear)
Now that we’re done with you,
You can just f-f-fade away
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6. |
Seaside Town
03:55
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I’m going down the sea,
Because I love it, it’s the only place where I can breathe,
Then we’ll lie in the sun,
And count the waves, one by one
Then we’re off for a drink
But the bar, its rammed and I can’t hear myself think,
And I want to talk
Maybe go for a walk
Times are tough and things have been rough,
But we’re going back to that Seaside Town,
I’m tired of being brave,
I’ll just stand in the waves alongside you at the Seaside Town
In the club where we go,
There’s a band, it’s real late, they’re not great, but you know.
They won’t let you down,
Not in this seaside town
Times are tough and things have been rough,
But we’re going back to that Seaside Town,
All the hurt that we’ve been through,
That’s forgotten when we come to this Seaside Town
Times are tough and things have been rough,
But we’re going back to that Seaside Town,
We’ll have a drink or three,
And then maybe we’ll think that we’re free in this Seaside Town
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7. |
Firefly
04:13
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I think I’ve matured, I’d like to think I wouldn’t start a fight
Even though I still hate people when they’re, not polite
Look in the mirror and what do I see
Not the same face, I’m a little queen bee
Because I’ve taken advice, yes I’m realigned
And my idiot friend says its genuine.
Your knowledge of history, well that’s not much fun
Looking at it now dear, it seems a little homespun.
Got well and truly spammed by a former friend
Hot on the trail of some imaginary trend.
Look in the mirror and what do I see
Not the same face, I’m a little queen bee
Because I’ve taken advice, yes I’m realigned
And my idiot friend says its genuine.
I may be wrong but then again who cares
I may be in need of some running repairs
I’ve got a souvenir from somewhere by the sea
You might laugh but it’s a, little treasure to me
Look in the mirror and what do I see
Not the same face, I’m a little queen bee
Because I’ve taken advice, yes I’m realigned
I’ve got the tee shirt and I’m disinclined
To listen to your deeply held convictions
And your 21st century superstitions
I’ve taken advice, yes I’m realigned
And my idiot friend says its genuine.
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8. |
Stars and Bars
03:47
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She was a star in the bar to much acclaim,
In her embrace, glass in hand, there was no shame
We’ll have a drink or maybe ten,
And at the dawn we start over again, day after day
Pouring liquor’s like burning books,
Sat in the corner huddled like crooks
I’ll, get a round, you’ll do your lips
Then back home tiptoeing around some zombie apocalypse
It’s never been healthy, but it’s gone too fast
You’ll depart like some pale iconoclast
Scenes, from some dog-eared memoirs
As we orbit each other for all time in a universe of bars.
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9. |
Differential
03:53
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My guardian angels have just gone on strike,
My current position is one they don’t like,
They’re disappointed with the last rewrite,
Tomorrows not looking so good.
Cassandra wipes away her tears,
Washes them down with a couple of beers’
Little bear we let you down
It’s too late to save us
What kind of song do you sing to the departed
That tells them that they’ve been outsmarted
Said like that it’s so damn cold hearted
Tomorrows not looking so good.
We’re all looking for mystic signs
With sweetbriar, thistles and eglantines
But still relying on the old pipelines
Tomorrows not looking so good.
Cassandra wipes away her tears,
Washes them down with a couple of beers’
Little bear we let you down
It’s too late to save us
There’s nothing more that you could have said
Could tempt me out of my warm dark bed
No more songs cause the birds have fled
Tomorrows not looking so good
The doctor sent me back down to the jetty
But all the mistakes have been made already
Even the past, it’s feeling unsteady
Tomorrows not looking so good
Cassandra wipes away her tears,
Washing them down with a couple of beers’
Little bear we let you down
It’s too late to save us
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10. |
Wild Wild West
03:07
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We had a drink and that was fine,
A kind of meeting of similar minds
Shared a diet of dystopian memes
Yeah, loves young dream
No longer feeling quite so blessed
I've stumbled into the wild wild west
Just slipped off the carousel
And Christ, it’s all gone to hell
Can’t afford the time any more
The treasure didn’t wash up on the shore
Lost it slowly but it all got streamed
Not a love supreme
No longer feeling quite so blessed
I've stumbled into the wild wild west
Just slipped off the carousel
And Christ, it’s all gone to hell
Now we’re walking on broken glass
Getting closer to that critical mass
I was dumb, and you were mean
We’ve become a machine
No longer feeling quite so blessed
I've stumbled into the wild wild west
Just slipped off the carousel
And Christ, it’s all gone to hell
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11. |
Fallen
03:12
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For such a big guy you’re more like a kid,
You’re not so dumb as you seem,
But what you did,
Well that’s not right,
And even your highly paid help can’t explain its sense to me
And they never will,
Meanwhile,
Hey brother,
They’re kicking the doors in,
They looking for your traitors,,
And the moneys rolling in
It’s a measure of how far we have fallen,
That men like that are still allowed to do the talking
It’s a measure of how far we have fallen,
That men like that are still allowed to do the talking
For such a big guy you’ve got great advice,
For men who can’t, but it comes at a price,
Well that’s not right,
And even your cold-eyed acolytes don’t make much sense to me
And they never will,
Meanwhile,
Hey brother,
The camera’s rolling,
The Johns are clicking,
And the moneys rolling in
It’s a measure of how far we have fallen,
That men like that are still allowed to do the talking
It’s a measure of how far we have fallen,
That men like that are still allowed to do the talking
It’s a measure of how far we have fallen,
That men like that are still allowed to do the talking
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12. |
Stuxnet
04:58
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Here from my chair,
Crunching my numbers,
Data acquisition,
With total control
Passing shockwaves down the line
Your secrets now they are all mine
Spinning ever faster now
This worm has turned and so have I,
Here from my room,
listening to you crying
Influence and coercion
Disrupt and destroy
Passing shockwaves down the line
Your secrets now they are all mine
Its spinning ever faster now
This worm has turned and so have I,
Memories are made of these,
Memories are made of these,
Memories are made of these,
Memories are made of these,
Here in your car
Driving through top down
Going ever faster
Out of control
Passing shockwaves down the line
Your secrets now they are all mine
Spinning ever faster now
This worm has turned and so have I,
Memories are made of these,
Memories are made of these,
Memories are made of these,
Memories are made of these,
Memories are made of these,
Memories are made of these,
Memories are made of these,
Memories are made of these,
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Marty Williamson plays guitars having previously worked with the Psychedelic Furs and Sinead O'Connor. Davy McLarnon on vocals is a local musical hero. Mike Williamson does some stuff as well.
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