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This Modern World
03:24
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My mind seems to run away of a night and of its own accord
And as it stumbles back I wonder “how much more of this can I afford”?
The present is the task in hand but I’m stuck in the future and the past
Sat somewhere and nodding but my mind is in the place I argued last
This modern world has much to show
And there is just too much to know
My attention can’t get hold of anything for long
I’ll be struggling for ideas and then the mist clears and I can think of one
But by the time I’ve found a pen the mist is back the idea’s gone
So I go out for a walk to try to recreate that ghostly thought
But with each step there’s another sign too brightly coloured to ignore
This modern world has much to show
And there is just too much to know
My attention can’t get hold of anything for long
This modern world won’t let you think
From the advert to the drink
It all takes you to the brink of sanity’s edge
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The alarm goes off on a monday mourn and I think of friday night
I woke up sleepy I went to sleep awake my blues elude my rhythm
Tired and tender on the train feeling dazed feeling vain amazed and oh so strange
The rat race bores my brain just want to be in bed again with online poker games
Life’s like that, a short play
Life’s like that, a short play
The alarm goes off at the work fire drill my boss’ smile says it’s false
And it’s been said he’ll rob me with a pen after I sign my soul
It’s all “how are you today?” it’s all saying you’re ok as you pray for holiday
Strange regrets and new friends then you leave the friendship ends
Have sex with one of them
Life’s like that, a short play
Life’s like that, a short play
The alarm goes off but the time goes on yeah the bell tolls for all
And life’s too short to be sighing to the ground through your empty aching arms to the sky
And I don’t worry what you think only I can straighten the kinks (I’ll buy that quill and ink)
Do not worry what they think only you can unchain the links (read a view from a bridge)
Life’s like that, a short play
Life’s like that, a short play
Life’s like that, a short play
Life’s like that, a short play
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3. |
Ode to Mary Jane
03:27
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Oh why do I meet Mary Jane down by the lane?
Simply because she makes the boredom go away
But why would I trust her to show me the way?
When she just takes my hand, leads me astray
To the house says let’s stay in and not leave the room
I’m going nowhere and neither are you
My eyes are red and her eyes are green
She is a rose and roses and roses have their weeds
She brings the fog and she brings the haze
She brings the mist as she brings the daze
She makes me forget about friend and foe
Pain and pleasure, worry and woe
In the house says let’s stay in and not leave the room
I’m going nowhere, nowhere soon
My eyes are red and hers are green
She is a rose and roses have their weeds
Oh why do I meet Mary Jane down by the lane?
Simply because she makes the boredom go away
But why would I trust her to show me the way?
When she just takes my hand, takes it the wrong way
But she ain’t all bad, she’s far from that
She keeps away the stress and the loneliness
Life cheats with shadow and she brings a light
I guess she must do, she got me through tonight
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My Heart's In The Sea
04:05
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Well I was freezing from playing it way too cool
Using my head and not my heart like a tool
And the silver tongue it ain’t the golden rule
But it’s been said how too much sentiment just drips to drool
But you, with you it felt right
I’ll take the fears if you take the flight
Come back to this lonely island, England
Let’s go on a date by the sea
Come out of your shell I’ll put my ear to thee
Or let go of our hate by a stream
Count the salmon tins as they rust in the reeds by the bank
Well I was teasing but really I just tease myself
Ain’t it strange how you feel things meant for someone else
And the silver tongue it ain’t the golden rule
But next I’ll say how too much honesty gives you the blues
But me, I’m honest anyway
I’m the desert and you’re the rain
Come back to this lonely island, England
Let’s go on a date by the sea
Come out of your shell I’ll put my ear to thee
Or let go of our hate by a stream
Count the Stella tins as they rust in the reeds by the bank
Yeah let’s go on a date by the sea, the fourteenth
We’ll eat fish and chips we’ll feel anxious and kiss for hours and flowers and power
And won’t you let me fly in your breeze
Let me lie beneath your leaves
Way too much water under the bridge to me
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Flashing Swords
03:05
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Once they stood there on the sand
A flashing sword in every hand
As they fought over some gods
One side said he spoke to them
The other said it too so then
They both fancied their odds
The sun it started to go down
There was darkness in the town
As the vultures spread their wings
In the shadows of the night
People knelt by candlelight
Praying for holy things
And the depression
And the repression
Of them then and today
All of the lying
All of the dying
Would have happened anyway
Oh the sun went down on too many a town but it always rose up again
Oh the sun went down on too many a town but it always rose up again
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6. |
Bombs On The Bus
03:26
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Both sides got too much to win so how can you believe anything
Sayin’ both sides got too much to win so how can you believe anything
Both are throwing stones in sin
Bombs on the bus, bombs on the tube
Sorry Tony but we think it was you
Our eyes are glued to a zeitgeist
And it’s the same with 9/11
12 years later we’re still in heaven blaming George
It’s got to the point where anything can be believed
It’s got to the point where anything can be believed
With anything up anyone’s sleeve
Bombs on the bus, bombs on the tube
Sorry Tony but we think it was you
Our eyes are glued to a zeitgeist
And it’s the same with 9/11
12 years later we’re still in heaven blaming George
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7. |
Helen Of Troy
02:58
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Your face that launched a thousand hips towards you and towards your lips
Ain’t it funny how the feeling slips as the clothes strip away
And you’re calling across the floor and you’re scratching at the door for more
Before you fall in love you run away
Helen of Troy
Helen of Troy
Helen of Troy
Your face that launched a thousand lips towards you and towards your hips
Ain’t it funny how the feeling strips as the clothes slip away
And your crawling across the floor and scratching at the door for more
Before you fall in love you should have stayed
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8. |
It's Alive
03:27
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When will the people you’ve been and the people you’ve seen be any consolation to you?
When will the places you’ve been and the places you’ve seen be any consolation to you?
And when will your life be like what it was like on the films you’ve seen on the television screen?
When will your parents grow a bit more emotionally closer than they were before?
It’s alive
It’s alive
When will the people you’ve been and the people you’ve seen be any inspiration to you?
When will the places you’ve been and the places you’ve seen be any inspiration to you?
And when will the regret you can’t forget be like the cigarette smoke and rise from you?
When will all the pain that’s in your brain be like the rain and just wash away from you?
It’s alive
It’s alive
It’s alive
It’s alive
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The Irony of What we Say
03:01
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I could make the most noise but really be most boring
I could sit in silence and may be most alluring
I could say I’m strongest but may well be the weakest
I could say I’m confident but may well be the meekest
I could claim to bless the rest but may well be a curse
I could say I feel the best but feel the worst
I could look disillusioned but maybe on a mission
I could look so smooth but feel friction
Oh the irony of what we say
The irony of what we hide away
I could say I’m calm and cool but really be most bitter
I could say I’m cleverest and with that be made thicker
I could say I’m popular but may well be a tagalong
I could say I’m always right and instantly be wrong
Oh the irony of what we say
The irony of what we hide away
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The Awkwardness
02:39
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Pour me one more glass baby
So it’s half full
Help me clear my mind
Of its obstacle
Cos by the morning I’ll be gone
The awkwardness will get too strong
The awkwardness will get too strong
Unbutton your blouse baby
Let down your hair
Forget the actress
Who’s been hiding in there
Cos by the morning I’ll be gone
The awkwardness will get too strong
The awkwardness will get too strong
The awkwardness will get too strong
The awkwardness will get too strong
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11. |
Glass Rain
02:39
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She made summer shade
She made night to day
Tonight is light
She meant I like you but could live
If our times do not entwine
Well so have I
I swore a mirror
Ran like water on ice
Reflect more than more than twice
Glass tears due glass rain
Friends don’t stand a chance today
And now my sky’s blue eyes cry
I count to ten one two three four
Get that the ceiling’s the floor
When you jar my door
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Instinct rules but conscience comes
Kicks him ‘till he cowers from doing just what he wants
Instinct rules but conscience comes
Beats him ‘till he cowers from doing just what he wants
Sex without a consequence
Do you want and you feel bad
So you stop and you feel sad
Do what you want
Sex it pulls a heavy cart
Full of guilt and broken hearts and that’s a shame
Sex it pulls a heavy cart
Full of guilt and broken hearts such a shame cos what else is
The reason that we exist?
Do you want and you feel bad
So you stop and you feel sad
Do what you want
Something soon will bring the guilt
You want to sleep beneath a different quilt
Do you want and you feel bad
So you stop and you feel sad
Do what you want
Something soon will start to wilt
You want to sleep beneath a different quilt
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13. |
In Pubs we Trust
04:18
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“Who needs cathedrals when you’ve got Jack Daniels?!”
Yells a man on the earth
“I slipped on a slab and I dropped my kebab!”
In a drunkards joy he sings
At 10 o’clock I’ll have my swagger
And by 2 I stagger
Home alone
When I get out I drink until I’m sick
It gives me an excuse to sit hungover
Tomorrow
And I don’t have to drink it’s true
But I feel better when I do
My church it’s the bar, the ale house my altar
I’ve got to go, I’ve got to go
Yeah my church it’s the bar, the barman’s my vicar
‘Twas long ago I put my faith in Jack
And though he costs me gold
He soothes my soul
But he ain’t saved me yet
No he ain’t saved me yet
The queen bee she lives off the workers kept in line by soldiers
Like ants
Like us
Oh but I’ll buy you a 2 for 1 because it’s all for one and it’s one for all
Out here
In the bar
And I don’t have to drink it’s true
Deep down I don’t even want to
My church it’s the bar, the ale house my altar
I’ve got to go, I’ve got to go
Yeah my church it’s the bar, the barman’s my vicar
‘Twas long ago I put my faith in Jack
And though he costs me gold
He soothes my soul
But he ain’t saved me yet
No he ain’t saved me yet
Oh but I bet he will
“So who needs cathedrals when you’ve got Jack Daniels?!”
Yells a man on the earth
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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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