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Released
04:37
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Released - gonna fly somewhere and lie somewhere in the sun again
At least that’s what I’d do if not for you pinning me
I didn’t say all I should
I didn’t say all I could
But would I change it?
Every time the flowers die I’d like to try again
Chained to you, chained to you, chained to you, chained to you
Released – gonna cross the lake and put my faith in the son again
At least that’s what I’d do if not for you pinning me
I didn’t say all I should
I didn’t say all I could
But would I change it?
Every time the flowers die I’d like to try again
Chained to you, chained to you, chained to you, chained to you
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I’m walking down Waterloo Bridge in the rain
The brown river flows out of town
Dark arms reach from the depths to where the droplets dent the surface
I look up to the grey sky then look back down
I could just jump in
End the pain I’m in
But something keeps me walking and I wander to the shop
Waterloo sunset will be coloured by the clouds tonight
Waterloo sunset will be coloured by the clouds tonight
I was in some modern tavern before I reached the bridge
Red wine still flowing down my gullet
A plain woman was there, on the nearest chair,
Dilute desire struck me in the stomach
I stepped to the wet street
Water soaked my feet
Something kept me walking and I wondered to the bridge
Waterloo sunset will be coloured by the clouds tonight
Waterloo sunset will be coloured by the clouds tonight
I’m walking to waterloo station where I’ll wait
On a cold bench for the train
They’ve put us back to work – the caged rats and the clerks
And I’m still soaked from the rain
My unreality
Makes a joke of life
I’m trying to be happy but the devil fed me acid
Waterloo sunset will be coloured by the clouds tonight
Waterloo sunset will be coloured by the clouds tonight
Waterloo sunset will be coloured by the clouds tonight
Waterloo sunset will be coloured by the clouds tonight
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3. |
Love is Wise
03:43
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I go to you
And you go away
Should tell me something
Shouldn’t it?
Love is wise and hate is foolish
But you make me feel both these
Oh no
But I won’t give up
No I won’t stop breathing
You lead me on
With teasing tones
Did you mean to
Did you know?
Love is wise and hate is foolish
But you make me feel both these
Oh no
But I won’t give up
No I won’t stop breathing
And now I’m a puppet
Which is strange
After you said
“No strings”
Baby did you
Did you only love me
When you were feeling lonely?
Oh no
But I won’t give up
No I won’t stop breathing
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Life grinds on day after day
Hearts torn in every way
So Ferry across the North Sea
To the red lights and the green
Where we’ll escape
People – they hurry to work
Each with their own hidden hurts
So Ferry across the North Sea
To the red lights and the green
Where we’ll escape
People hanging on the corner
They show their teeth and say
We don’t care where you’re from boy
As long as you don’t stay
So I’ll sit on my holiday
Thinking how I just can’t stay
So Ferry across the North Sea
Back to the place from where I came
To Sunny Hull
Sunny hole
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5. |
Fading Spark Blues
03:54
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I lay there on the floor
You were smoking by the door
You said you wanted something more
You said it so sweetly and you closed the door
The peace you seek it’s in yourself
Don’t just wait for someone else
Means I want to still be friends
Friends who never speak again
I lay there on the floor
A pile of ashes by the door
“I just don’t feel it anymore”
I said it so softly and you grabbed the door
The peace you seek it’s in yourself
Don’t just wait for someone else
Means I want to still be friends
Friends who never speak again
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6. |
Rusty Bells
03:46
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I hold the invitation in my hand dear
Inviting me to you ceremony
I drop it on the carpet with a shudder
How could you go and do it without me?
Rusty bells are ringing in the chapel
I suppose there’ll be no ring for you and me
Dressed in white, a terrible perfection
Those rusty bells are just ringing for thee
I planned a little cottage in the country
I even bought a bicycle for two
I thought that we could ride it round the lanes dear
But now a big blue car will have to do
Rusty bells are ringing in the chapel
Children playing in the stony yard
Dressed in black I’m sticking to tradition
Weeping as the vicar reads the cards
I thought I saw a bouquet in your hands dear
White roses plucked that morning from the forest
An organ echoes round the empty room here
Where I kneel and lift your veil for our first kiss
Rusty bells are ringing in the chapel
To commemorate the day you were set free
Oh I knew of course that someday this could happen
Oh when will those rusty bells ring for me?
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Not so voluntary coma
No use for words
The cost your very pride
The price your world
Must feel so good to feel so bad
And the bad things happen
Yeah the bad things happen
When you’re down again
The teachers warned us off them
We don’t doubt them
They enter and you salute
They were wrong so often
Must feel so big to feel so small
And nothing happens
Yeah nothing happens
When you try to score
Stepping down a river
Blow smoke at moon
The dawn is a-creaking
Wise fall to fools
Must feel so happy to feel so sad
And the sad things happen
Yeah the sad things happen
When you’re down again
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8. |
We Don't Believe You
02:58
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Girls the bitchin’ gets you boring
The boys just want two more in
They say they’re not ready
To mean you’re not the one
But the patronising advert
Do you have to?
But the snake skin suits want my vote
And I know
Just one question to you
Who wears who?
Promises us a bridge
When there’s no river
Promises us a spine
When there’s no shiver
Back to spineless propaganda
Man how can ya?
Eyes on the newspapers
And the foreigners
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Death Crosses his Legs
02:45
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And now through broken circumstance I sleep in the shadow
Terrified of the dreamy garden outside my window
Death’s hand is reaching out to my skinny hand
He says “Just come with me build castles in the sand”
Then he sits down on the chair and he crosses his legs
He says “You can’t fix life’s holes with those square pegs”
And now through broken circumstance I stand in the shadow
Wishing that the slaughtered sheep would rise up and kill their foe
Death’s hand is reaching out to my skinny hand
He says “Just come with me build castles in the sand”
Then he sits down on the chair and he crosses his legs
He says “You can’t fix life’s holes with those square pegs”
Death’s hand is reaching out to my skinny hand
He says “Just come with me build castles in the sand”
Then he sits down on the chair and he crosses his legs
He says “You can’t fix life’s holes with those square pegs”
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10. |
A Horn is Blowing
03:08
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The city boys are talking
The pale moon is on the riverside
They’re chopping lines on pocket mirrors
And now it’s time for me to slide
For I live in a different dream
Where I can see the cave shadows
Dancing as I sit in chains
And all I do is follow
A horn is blowing far away
A sleeping solider holds his son
His daughter’s prayer has gone unanswered
Drowned out by her father’s gun
But I can smell the roses grow
On the grave of hatred’s ghost
Who fled from me as sweet love came
And all I do is follow
They tell me a lord has spoken
Yet sent no person in his place
They tell me hell hath no fury
Like a pretty woman’s face
But I’m stripped of illusions now
At least the one I saw take hold
The oracle laughed as she turned from me
And all I did was follow
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11. |
I'm Killing all my Time
01:37
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Well I’m killing all my time
Just killing all my time
Oh I’m killing all my time (filling it with rhyme)
Wasting it’s a hell of a crime
My money’s running out
My money’s running out
My money’s running out
And like a trout I follow through the door
With a hook in my mouth
Well I’m killing all my time
Just killing all my time
Oh I’m killing all my time (filling it with rhyme)
Wasting it’s a hell of a crime
My friend she brings me down
Mt friend she brings me down
My friend she brings me down
Slipping off her gown
Making me consider leaving town
Well I’m killing all my time
Just killing all my time
Oh I’m killing all my time (filling it with rhyme)
Wasting it’s a hell of a crime
I do not know it all
I don’t know it all
I don’t know at all
I woke up in your hall
Didn’t even know who to call
Well I’m killing all my time
Just killing all my time
Oh I’m killing all my time (filling it with rhyme)
Wasting it’s a hell of a crime
I suffer like the rest
I suffer like the rest
I suffer like the rest
It’s quite a test
Who set it is anybody’s guess
Well I’m killing all my time
Just killing all my time
Oh I’m killing all my time (filling it with rhyme)
Wasting it’s a hell of a crime
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12. |
Romford Road Rented Room
04:52
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Tonight in a terraced house in a town
It’s hard to be detached
Confusion in kitchens, contract conditions
Driving people mad
Strange forces fly through the hall tonight
They almost breathe through the brick
But all this could be brain chemistry
No mystery to it
In a Romford Road rented room how to relax?
The same old prescription
Life dies too quick, We should enjoy it
But limit the prescription
A curtain so cold by the radiator
A smoke ring frozen still
And loves’s urgency, five cups of tea
And a bin bag making me ill
Oh and storm’s up the stairs with a reckless regard
Outside the rain comes down
A fork in a sink, a gown an off pink
Strange what makes you frown
In a Romford Road rented room how to relax?
The same old prescription
Life dies too quick, we should enjoy it
But limit the prescription
Yeah tonight in a terraced house in a town
It’s hard to be detached
But if you make the rent and you’re fairly content
Well then tell me what’s so bad?
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Cats On The Beach London, UK
We mainly tear around London in ubers that are usually too small for our equipment to play shows that are usually too loud for any clear detection of Rob's vocals. Before these shows we often grab a falafel, have a stab at amusing conversation and, when that fails, move onto philosophy, animal rights and red wine. Gary Crowley, a BBC DJ, sweetly said we were 'The band he had been waiting for'. ... more
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