1. |
Careless
04:00
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Years ago, in the capital things were clicking, life was fresh but the clock was ticking,
Drink was had, in fact he had a few, perched on the towers admiring the new,
Cheap guitars and Old Street bound, dipping in and out of the underground,
He was making his own myths, charming the Gods, receiving the love and playing the odds.
Well all the music in the world, it means nothing anymore,
She remains in the shadows, broken, disappointed, he let her down.
The canals still shining at 3 in the morning, he’s talking to himself and that’s a warning,
The big dogs remain that he had to impress, but his grip on reality was getting less,
Played the Wild Colonial Boy, Christ he made them weep but his feelings for her, they were deep,
Met on the Piccadilly Line, but she met her fate by the Serpentine.
Well all the music in the world, it means nothing anymore,
She remains in the shadows, broken, disappointed, he let her down.
Well, all the music in the world, it means nothing anymore,
She remains in the shadows, broken, disappointed, he let her down.
(Damned when he looks back, alone on the escalator, stumbling out at Finsbury Park)
Older but not really wiser,
He’s got an armful of Pfizer,
And a meeting that just won’t go well.
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2. |
Red Lines
04:11
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Place your cross beside my name,
For no more sorrow, for no more pain,
Place your X beside my name,
I have no sorrow, I feel no shame.
Place your X beside my name,
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain,
I have no sorrow, I feel no pain,
When the race is run, I stand to gain,
With my red lines,
With my redlines.
Mark your X beside my box,
No need to feel, I have no thoughts,
Mark your cross beside my box,
No need to think, you need no thoughts,
Place your X beside my box,
Indelible marker, all for the cause,
These are, these are, these are,
My red lines, my red lines.
Place your cross beside my name,
There’s no tomorrow, no one will gain,
Mark your X beside my box,
There are no feelings, there are no thoughts,
Place your cross beside my name,
Just like my father, I stand to gain,
Place your cross beside my name,
For no more sorrow, for no more pain.
With my red lines,
These are my red lines,
These are my red lines,
These are my red lines,
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3. |
Donaghadee
03:54
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Your tradition dictates but so does mine,
And didn’t we have a fine old time,
Except we didn’t and now we’re in each other’s faces,
Pulling up the drains and back in finding dirty places
Years ago, but it still frightens me,
Still six miles from here to Donaghadee,
Dirty cash and blood on our hands,
Your hair held back with a black velvet band
You never really knew how much I could have loved you,
And maybe, that’s the same for you
We could rekindle the flame,
Burn down the wall and wipe out the stains.
Years ago, but it still frightens me,
Still six miles from here to Donaghadee,
Dirty cash and blood on our hands,
Your hair held back with a black velvet band
Years ago, but it still frightens me,
Still six miles from here to Donaghadee,
Dirty cash and blood on our hands,
Your hair held back with a black velvet band
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4. |
Satellite
03:57
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Observed, on the day we first met,
Tracked, day by bloody day,
Stored, God knows where,
Now, we’re just a matter of record
Spinning,
Twelve hundred miles above our heads,
Say what you will,
I’m only dreaming
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Numbers, beyond imagination
Noise, random just like smoke,
Truth, amongst the junk,
Patterns, matched, presumptions made,
Chorus
Spinning,
Twelve hundred miles above our heads,
Say what you will,
I’m only dreaming
Secrets, well that’s not a thing anymore,
Watched, from the corners and the skies,
Now, the news rains down,
Bright, confetti laced with poison
Spinning,
Twelve hundred miles above our heads,
Say what you will,
I’m only dreaming,
Say what you will,
I’m only dreaming,
Say what you will,
I thought I was dreaming,
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5. |
Forgiven
04:15
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Forgiven
The wealth of the rich is their fortified city,
I’ll take it brick by brick I don’t need their pity,
I’ve walked these roads and I’ve seen plenty,
I’ve got many tall tales for the cognoscenti
She whispered in my ear,
You sure as hell ain’t going to heaven,
Dante’s got it all mapped out for me, but
The last thing I want is to be forgiven
The unrighteous will not enter the kingdom of God,
But what the hell does being unrighteous involve?
Can’t keep up with the moral tectonics,
Right or wrong it’s a matter of optics.
She whispered in my ear,
You sure as hell ain’t going to heaven,
Dante’s got it all mapped out for me, but
The last thing I want is to be forgiven
In order to eat you’ve got to be hungry
In order to love you’ve got to hate somebody
You’ll get advice on who and what’s to be done,
You’ll get directions and your very own gun
She whispered in my ear,
You sure as hell ain’t going to heaven,
Dante’s got it all mapped out for me,
I’m headed for circles two, five and seven
Dante’s got it all mapped out for me, but
The last thing I want is to be forgiven
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6. |
At the Cecil
04:37
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Lurking in shades of darkness,
Looking for an alibi,
Look at how the still blue waters,
Lie
Sitting in the marble lobby,
No one wants to know my mind,
See how that door’s ajar and,
Here I talk too much,
I can only ascertain the facts,
I don’t know what’s going down,
Percy went and left his family,
Stay on Main and learnt to die
And when you’re calling
Just don’t look down,
At the Cecil, there’s only one way in and,
There’s only one way out,
At the Cecil, there’s only one way in and,
There’s only one way out
Where were you when we were looking,
Where were you when the lights went out,
Neon through the stained-glass window,
Flickers in the universe,
Pressing every single number,
Climbing higher than the sky,
Floating in the cold still water,
But who put the lid back down?
And when you’re calling
From La La Land,
At the Cecil, there’s only one way in and,
There’s only one way out,
At the Cecil, there’s only one way in and,
There’s only one way out
There’s only, there’s only, there’s only, one way,
There’s only, there’s only, there’s only, one way,
There’s only, there’s only, there’s only, there’s only, there’s only, there’s only, there’s only one way out……
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7. |
Sat on a Stone
03:19
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She’s sat on a stone in the middle of Rome,
Pouring libations from her marble throne,
She’s sat on a stone where she’s setting the tone
Composing epic verse which she scribes on her phone
She’s sat on a stone in a bold herring bone
Carving through her foes with a well-aimed tome
She’s sat on a stone mapping out the interzone
Plotting the course of her latest pheromone
You said you didn’t need a muse
You said you didn’t see the use
Well I’m quite happy to hold your coat
While she tears your heart out through your throat
She’s sat on a stone where she’s never alone
Conversing with some Shakers in a geodesic dome
She’s sat on a stone sucking on a honeycomb
It’s a gift from a wealthy and grateful francophone
She’s sat on a stone with her very own clone
Synthesizing proteins with her custom ribosomes
She’s sat on a stone remembering poem
Something about an exile from Sierra Leone
You said you didn’t need a muse
You said you didn’t see the use
Well I’m quite happy to hold your coat
While she tears your heart out through your throat
She’s sat on a stone with a splash of cologne
Reducing the new boys to a hushed monotone
She’s sat on a stone on a black Wi-Fi zone
Casually hacking some military drone
She’s sat on a stone whispering to a microphone
Leaking some truths in a language of her own
She’s sat on a stone waiting to go home
But that’s something that you should have known.
You said you didn’t need a muse
You said you didn’t see the use
Well I’m quite happy to hold your coat
While she tears your heart out
You said you didn’t need a muse
You said you didn’t see the use
Well I’m quite happy to hold your coat
While she tears your heart out through your throat
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8. |
In Silence
04:44
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It’s OK to change your mind
It’s not as if you weren’t expecting it,
It’s alright to fall in line,
To look at other ways unpredictably.
In silence,
In silence
I hold your eyes open as you snap frames in your mind
I lied
I loved the other way
It’s so hard to understand
Now the time is right that’s how my anger works,
And now that you’re flying high,
I’ll clip your wings, well what’s wrong with that
I hold your eyes open as you snap frames in your mind
I lied
I’m on my knees,
Don’t stare at me,
In silence
In silence,
In silence
Always in silence,
In Silence
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9. |
Stockholm Maybe
04:08
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I’m the king of numbers, I’m the count of arbitrage
I run the Monte Carlo method, I have an entourage,
I press the keys, and all the money falls off the edge of the world,
Can I get some odds on that?
My little addictions are grinding me down,
I’m trying real hard to turn my frown upside down,
Got to get a ticket, lets get out of here baby,
Somewhere sophisticated Stockholm maybe?
Some asshole told me, you have to be cruel to be good,
The same rule always applies, be it work, sex or food,
You’ve got to hide your eyes, ignore the consequences,
Put your hands deep into your pockets because you know it going to be expensive
My little addictions are grinding me down,
I’m trying real hard to turn my frown upside down,
Got to get a ticket, let’s get out of here baby,
Somewhere sophisticated Stockholm maybe?
Sipping Martinis in a Stockholm bay,
Started out bad, but it turned out OK,
My Swedish is fluent, I’m really well read,
All the ladies said I was great in bed (Oh hell, no)
She’s got me ziplocked to a radiator in a filthy part of town,
I can’t remember I’m in a bit of a state, everything’s locked down and its way too late
Got no one else to blame, it’s what I imagined that I wanted,
Outside the snow falls lightly, silent, white and definitely haunted.
My little addictions are grinding me down,
I’m trying real hard to turn my frown upside down,
Got to get a ticket, let’s get out of here baby,
Somewhere sophisticated Stockholm maybe?
My little addictions are grinding me down,
I’m ready to exit this God forsaken town,
Got to get a ticket, let’s get out of here baby,
Somewhere sophisticated Stockholm maybe?
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10. |
Shore
05:38
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He made his money delivering a cornucopia of spiritual goods,
Simultaneously saving our weak-willed souls,
But I’m not persuaded,
Despite the allure of his fiscal might,
It kind of smells,
So I’m not persuaded.
I’m not persuaded.
His opinion is built on a number of files all tied with ribbon and wax,
Spun through a finely tuned prism of bullshit and glass,
But I’m not persuaded,
He’s an educated guy,
With the face of a wide-eyed country boy,
So, I’m not persuaded,
I’m not persuaded.
Down by the shore.
Out to the east there’s a big storm brewing,
But I don’t know what the hell we’re doing,
We nearly drowned in your sincere conviction,
Wind in your face, toss a few stones,
Down with the fossils and the dinosaur bones
There’s a number of excellent books that will advise me on what to say and do,
You’ll help with interpretation, won't you,
But I’m not persuaded,
Is that what you meant?
I found it a little bit forced,
So, I’m not persuaded,
I’m not persuaded.
Down by the shore.
Out to the east there’s a big storm brewing,
But I don’t know what the hell that we’re doing,
We nearly drowned in your sincere conviction,
Wind in your face, toss a few stones,
Down with the fossils and the dinosaur bones
Wind in your face, toss a few stones,
Down with the fossils and the dinosaur bones
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