1. |
The Here and Now
03:12
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Somebody wise once said
“Life is short and then you’re dead”
So won’t you hand me that bottle?
I know that it’s trite to say
Tomorrow is another day
But nonetheless today will be gone by morning
I don’t think that it’ll be missed
So give me a glass and a drink
I couldn’t care less tonight what your mother might think
I’m in love, love, love
With the here and now,
And I can’t say I care
For the wheres and hows
I’m in love, love, love
And it should be enough
To be loved, loved, loved,
Forget that other stuff
Lower your cholesterol
And don’t take paracetamol
They say that you’ll be better off with wholemeal
I’m too busy contemplating
Time and space and I’m not waiting
For the chance to narrow my waistline
Give me a bassline instead
I could be straight or be gay
And I don’t give a shit what the doctor might say
I’m in love, love, love
With the here and now,
And I can’t say I care
For the wheres and hows
I’m in love, love, love
And it should be enough
To be loved, loved, loved,
Forget that other stuff
Yes I guess that it’s true that it sucks to be you but it sucks to be me too
And If this is the best we can do
You can leave it to me and I’ll leave it to you
And tomorrow we’ll see if the things that they said came true
Sombody wise once said
“Give us today our daily bread”
I think that it might have been Jesus?
I don’t claim to understand
But anyway the point still stands:
Please won’t you fetch me a sandwich?
I haven’t the time
And I’m not inclined to care
I’m in love, love, love
With the here and now,
And I can’t say I care
For the wheres and hows
I’m in love, love, love
And it should be enough
To be loved, loved, loved,
Forget that other stuff
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2. |
Sing a Sad Song
03:12
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When I was born - oh forty years ago
We had no money and we had no place to go
The beer was weak and the gruel was thin
The guy on the church door wouldn’t even let us in
Tell yourself that you’re sadder than me
But you ain’t seen the things I’ve seen
I’m not you and you’re not me
You can sing a sad song
But I can sing a sad song too
The devil came knocking on my door
I said “please spare me ‘cos I’m so poor”
He said “I’ll trade you one soul for yours”
And you can’t really blame me for trading my soul for yours
Tell yourself that you’re sadder than me
But you ain’t seen the things I’ve seen
I’m not you and you’re not me
You can sing a sad song
But I can sing a sad song too
When I was low you left me there
Rope in my hand and standing on a chair
You washed your hands and I guess that’s fair
But don’t you turn around and tell me that you care
Tell yourself that you’re sadder than me
But you ain’t seen the things I’ve seen
I’m not you and you’re not me
You can sing a sad song
But I can sing a sad song too
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3. |
In the Morning
04:48
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In the halflight, ships sulk in the harbour,
And the sailors spit and curse the air,
And the cold waves kiss the sullen metal,
And sing the ocean’s song
The fog clings to every single surface,
Spelling morning in drops of glister dew
Where spiders hang their crystal rigging
To try to catch the sun
Tell me why
Show me something I don’t already know
Tell me why
There’s nowhere left for me to go
I watch the waves crash down below
In the morning, the last night turns to ashes in my mouth
A pale disk peering through the thin clouds
On the houses that tumble to the sea
Down the steep streets that cling onto the cliffsides
Like people to their dreams
What happened? I piece together last night
(I remember shouting things and standing at the bar)
And I wonder what I might have said
(Then I must have wandered cos I was staring at the stars)
Turn my collar up against the morning
(I clung onto a railing and was sick into the sea)
Spit the night out on the street
(Somehow found my way back to the poky B&B)
Tell me why
Show me something I don’t already know
Tell me why
There’s nowhere left for me to go
I watch the waves crash down below
In the morning, the last night turns to ashes in my mouth
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4. |
Disadvantage
02:33
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I remember that I saw you on a glossy photograph
Lying on your back on blanket
In the middle of a field of grass
Shielding your eyes from the sun in the sky
Your eyes were so blue that it nearly blew my mind
You have me at a disadvantage
I don’t even know your name
Or where you’re from
What are you selling again?
I see you passing by me most days on the side of a bus
I’m barely even me so I can’t even see there ever being an us
You’re selling me things just out of my reach
Like two cars on the drive
And a week at the beach
You have me at a disadvantage
I don’t even know your name
Or where you’re from
What are you selling again?
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5. |
Clockwork Girl
02:41
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She's a clockwork girl, In a clockwork world
She does as she is told and she buys what she is sold,
She’s my clockwork girl
She's always there on time and she always looks so fine
Her shoes were made in France
That’s where she learnt to dance
From une fille mécanique
But when the lights are low
And I try to take her clothes off
To see what she is made of
She turns her back to me
So I cannot see inside my clockwork girl
Everyone she meets as she’s walking down the street
Gets an automatic smile ‘cos there’s not a hint of bile
About my clockwork girl
She always toes the line and she’s always “doing fine”
What secrets does she keep… where does her mind goes when she sleeps
Behind that clockwork smile?
But when the lights are low
And I try to take her clothes off
To see what she is made of
She turns her back to me
So I cannot see inside my clockwork girl
She’s a clockwork girl - tick tock tick tock
She’s a clockwork girl - tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick
I couldn’t take it any more, so one day I closed the door
And I waited in the dark as she walked across the park
Like a clockwork toy
And, when the lights were low
I tried to take her head off
To see what she was made of
Instead of cogs and gears
She was wet behind the ears
And she just stopped working
So I made a jerkin
So that I could be
Inside my clockwork girl
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6. |
We Are The North
03:17
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They brought the Olympic torch through here
Through Brighouse if you please!
For Coca-fucking-Cola
A state-sponsored jamboree
They say the Queen's been on her throne since 1953
And we're supposed to lap it up and watch it on TV
But we are The North and we haven't gone away
From the top of Blackpool Tower to the shores of Cayton Bay
Yes we are the North and we’ll always be this way
We're 200 miles from London, and 6 light years from Calais
They've opened up another branch of Starbucks here I see
With £2.80 flapjacks and fancy foreign teas
They say that everything's Fair Trade - but that means nowt to me
There's nowt that's fair that I can see in a three quid cup of tea
'Cos we are The North and The North we’ll always be
From the opening of Look North to the fag-end of Tyne Tees
Yes we are the North and we haven't gone away
We're 200 miles from London and 6 light years from Calais.
Where has tha bin sin I saw thee?
Smoking fags, eating pies and watching Sky TV
But we are The North and we haven't gone away
From the top of Blackpool Tower to the shores of Cayton Bay
Yes we are the North and we refuse to go away
We're 200 miles from London, and 6 light years from Calais
Cos we are The North and The North we’ll always be
From the opening of Look North to the fag-end of Tyne Tees
Yes we are the North and we haven't gone away
We're 200 miles from London
800 miles from Paris
2000 miles from Berlin
Fuck knows how far from New York
And 25 years from today
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7. |
No One's News
02:05
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I think this is the house
Unless I am mistaken
Yes - there; those are the blinds
We’d close to prying eyes
I remember then
When you were young and happy
How you’d shyly look away
And drop your underwear
And things were different then
When girls were girls and men were men
And who and what and why and when
Was no-one’s news
When he was through and done
She’d stand against that window
Look down into the street
As he got back in his car
Tomorrow he’d be back
And she’d still be here waiting
Clutching at her skirts
And listening for the door
And things were different then
When girls were girls and men were men
And who and what and why and when
Was no-one’s news
Now he’s sat in a chair
And they have to mash his food up
And his eyes have clouded over
And he stains his underwear
She wonders what he feels
And she wonders when they touch him
If he remembers her
Like she remembers him
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8. |
Sex Dream
03:13
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I had a sex dream - and you were in it
I'll tell you about it if you've got a minute
We were both younger and a little bit firmer
Your hair got all tousled ‘cos you were a squirmer
We closed the bedroom door
And then I had you on the floor
But still you wanted more
It wasn't exactly hearts and flowers
We tangled the bed sheets for hours and hours
You said that you liked it harder and faster
We did it so hard that we knocked off the plaster
The scene: a Travelodge for two
The cast: just me and you
Wondering what to do
And when I wake up with her by my side again
I wonder what I've done to be denied again
It seems it’s only in a dream (oh really?)
You wanted to do something highly immoral
Cos you and your boyfriend had had a bad quarrel
I shrugged and unzipped with a grin on my lips
While you stood there and waited with your hands on your hips
You said you wanted it there
I blinked and said "where?"
And you said you didn't care
It wasn't exactly hearts and flowers
We tangled the bed sheets for hours and hours
You said that you liked it harder and faster
We did it so hard that we knocked off the plaster
The scene: a Travelodge for two
The cast: just me and you
Wondering what to do
And when I wake up with her by my side again
I wonder what I've done to be denied again
It seems it’s only in a dream (oh really?)
If I have another sex dream
I hope your mum isn't in it
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9. |
People Are Strange
03:04
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You’re never alone with a mobile phone
No matter how weird you’re not on your own
There’s always someone out there who’ll play along
And tell you you’re right when both you know you’re wrong
We stay in the shadows
Hiding from the sun
Friends with everybody
Searching for someone
Who are you now
And who were you then?
When I was lost and in need of a friend
People are strange
Or hadn’t you heard?
Strangers in deed - even stranger in words
So what do you see
And what do you feel - do you remember me?
People are strange or hadn’t you heard?
Strangers in deed - even stranger in words
Now I feel like going down
Throw down a gin and forget all your sins
But they crawl up the windows trying to get in
They rattle the glass and shake all the doors
Until you can’t feel and can’t take any more
We stay in the shadows
Hiding from the sun
Friends with everybody
Searching for someone
Who are you now
And who were you then?
When I was lost and in need of a friend
People are strange
Or hadn’t you heard?
Strangers in deed - even stranger in words
So what do you see
And what do you feel - do you remember me?
People are strange or hadn’t you heard?
Strangers in deed - even stranger in words
Now I feel like going down
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10. |
England's Bones
02:52
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The moss that grows on England’s bones
Is dark and green and grows unseen
Cold hearts moulder in the earth
Beneath the oaks that they gave birth
So fill the breach with English dead
And fill your head with English dread
Give us today our daily bread
As Good King James himself once said
Unquiet dead in earthen tombs
Awaiting lies of Albion
Jerusalem was founded here
Back in 1984
So fill the breach with English dead
And fill your head with English dread
Give us today our daily bread
As Good King James himself once said
Tower blocks of beaten grey
Rise over all that they survey
And children play among the cars
Blessed are they beneath the stars
So fill the breach with English dead
And fill your head with English dread
Give us today our daily bread
As Good King James himself once said
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11. |
Kensington Skies
02:37
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Kensington Skies
Orange and crimson
As the light danced
For an audience of millions
We all sat there and stared
And watched on our phones
As they died
A terrible beauty
It crawled up the walls
Glared from the windows
And blew down the halls
We stood at the bottom
Powerless like children
And they speak with forked tongues
'Bout the millions they saved
Maybe they'll use it
To fill up the graves
Councillors, spokesmen
A hundred lost names
They don't even know
What to write on the graves
Kensington Skies
A pillar of blackness
That reached for the moon
And fell back as ashes
As cameramen scrambled
To capture the view
24 stories
And 10 million reasons
No inquest, no jury,
It’s some kind of treason
But they’ll dust off a Lord
To maintain appearances
And they speak with forked tongues
'Bout the millions they saved
Maybe they'll use it
To fill up the graves
Councillors, spokesmen
A hundred lost names
They don't even know
What to write on the graves
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12. |
Rising Up
03:42
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Hate grows where they sow divides
So they’re trying their best to plant secrets and lies
They want to paint the daytime black
We’ve got to keep it together and we’ve got to push back
You can’t use darkness to drive out the dark
Can’t use hatred to extinguish the spark we have
We’ve got to stand up together for love
Because standing alone just won’t be enough
Keep your head in the air and your feet on the ground
‘Cos tomorrow is another day
We’ve got numbers and pride and right on our side
No matter what they do or say
So lift up your voices and sing
‘Cos we’re coming on
And we’ll keep coming on
Ain’t no mountain too high to climb
‘Cos we’re rising up
And we’ll keep rising up
They teach anger and they try to breed pain
If you think too much about it it'll drive you insane
But if we build bridges we can knock down their walls
And as fast as they build them we’ll make them fall
Keep your head in the air and your feet on the ground
‘Cos tomorrow is another day
We’ve got numbers and pride and right on our side
No matter what they do or say
Alright: sit down
This ain’t the Ballad of a Thin Man
‘Cos I’m a fat man, yet I rattle like a tin can
Hollow on the inside, and if you followed me outside,
I’d show you what it’s all about (if you’re inclined)
But I have to tell my story to the birds in the trees
‘Cos they’re the only sane people who will listen to me
I know I’m a sinner, and I can’t be a saint
But I know what I am and I know what I ain’t
So lift up your voices and sing
‘Cos we’re coming on
And we’ll keep coming on
Ain’t no mountain that is too high to climb
‘Cos we’re rising up
And we’ll keep rising up
Keep your head in the air and your feet on the ground
‘Cos tomorrow is another day
We’ve got numbers and pride and right on our side
No matter what they do or say
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Ian Freud Leeds, UK
Idiot. Plainly too old, bald, fat and out of touch for this. Pay in pies and you have me for life.
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