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(spoken)
You've got me for the evening,
So swallow a few beers and listen to the worthy scream.
Are they really here or just dancing around in our insides?
Expletives and self-admitted traits strangle our quiet time.
Camp strolls cover my periphery whilst I watch blubber stare at my face.
The sad dance is a fat suit who falls in to his seat.
Meanwhile confidence strikes all my friends with ugliness,
It is sad and terrible: Men sweat, and I am here to watch them.
They all suffer to their own drunken misdirection.
My silence is a fight
It's peaceful
and victorious
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2. |
The Bluebird's Escape
04:44
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I can tell you of a bluebird that died in the heart of a man
whose pen would never surrender,
but now these useless cunts; forever breeding septic runts
their newborns clog up my wishing well.
Sit down and shut up whilst I go town and I walk around
to see tomorrow's cancer in full bloom.
I guess your happy now and I know it's happening now,
your tomorrow is a thoughtless spree where bullshit rules.
Pardon me whilst I look down and hide the frown,
the best thing I've got's another bottle.
In the meantime you can kill yourself in a different way
I'll look somewhere else providing you don't bother
to bring your idea of life here
amidst my good meaning and my goodwill.
So take the breaks off and let yourself ride
the meaning of your life as at the bottom of the hill
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3. |
Ode To A Rational Man
04:45
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(keep it down in the back, I can't even hear myself breathe)
Forget the vicar he's always been mad.
I saw his kids on the street stealing
Just then a blind man handed me a rope
and asked me to pull him along
so I've brought him here to you.
In the beginning they say there was nothing
I woke up this morning to not much more
The crackheads are still outside drinking cheap beer from warm cans
and so I've brought them to your door.
Told them I made a good friend in rational thinking
He's probably inside with his cigarettes and wine
If he doesn't answer you he'll be at the bar next door
waiting for the next man to lose his wife.
We'll sing an ode to the rational man
living day by day without your Christ.
Never mind why the cold winds often blow,
but mind how you live your life.
Another tulip will die in the springtime.
Another dogmatist will claim that I'm wrong
I'm sure I've seen enough of this place to last me another lifetime
I'll stay one more minute in the hope that you'll sing along
Let's sing an ode to the rational man
living day by day without your Christ.
Never mind why the cold winds often blow
Instead mind how you live your life
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4. |
My Time
03:21
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You all seem messed in lives you don't want to change
Down and out five days a week, the other two; drunk and deranged
I can't keep you quiet, there's no holding you down
Just another septic sponge soaking up the bullshit from the crowd
I don't mind sitting on your time,
but please don't try to steal away mine.
Forced to walk in to another day of single mothers and wannabe brothers
The kids can't find anything to do so they just spit on the streets
Go on and raise a fist at me, why not stick a knife in my side
with people like you in this place it might just be a pleasure to die
I don't mind you having your time
but you don't decide when to make it mine
(I've seen the world send itself to sleep again
I've seen the way the little children keep singing songs
they don't know how to sing
It's taken a whole lot of everything to realize how this just might
be another septic rendition of a coward pretending he can fight.)
It's yet just another shade of bullshit dear
Their kids grow up without a care for our tears.
Look out there's another one walking this way now
He'll be spitting at your feet like his daddy taught him how.
Stick a fist in his stomach and kick him hard his falls
We don't want that fucker breeding, making more of himself.
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5. |
Little Box
04:26
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(and yet another fistful of startling positivity
thrown at the already aching head of someone
who is taking a good look outside of the box
whilst it might be interesting to take a peak outside
I still share time when I envy the decorated walls
the high painted ceilings
and occassionally take time to find hidden patterns in the carpet
of the little box
...your fucking little box)
Let's drink to animosity
this lands become so fierce
pardon my personal obsession
with the cruel and bittersweet
and everything they say to me
lights another cigarette
I sit quiet like an effigy
knowing that its far from finished yet.
Is this the world all over?
Are we just to scared to really see?
I ran towards the traitor
to take a good look at myself
but its not myself that I'm after
it's all those who quietly stand aside.
The free thinkers are praying
the religionists are drawing their knives
we've started travelling backwards
the survivors have given up on time
is this the world all over?
are we scared now to take a look around
is this the world over?
I anticipate the day we live this down
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6. |
Little Dead Louie
04:15
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The truth is in the corner so why don't you hide your eyes
as a pretty young bullet marches in to your side.
The hollow men are coming in their business suits
Well, uncork the bottles kid I declare a toast.
Why not listen and why not surprise yourself?
One of these days your gonna find your way back to hell.
Run to the middle where the big goats go
The mortar grinds and your dead god's bellow.
There's a spike in the belly of a preaching man
said too much about the back of his own hands.
Pregnant wifey's lost her child
that little dead Louie might help the world smile.
The world might smile today
and the sun might rise again
thanks to little dead Louie
That little dead Louie.
She might cry today
so the birds can fly again
thanks to little dead Louie
all those little dead Louie's.
Hold off breeding for a while
we need more little dead Louie's
Little Dead Louie.
I might just breathe again.
The sharks might feed again
thanks to little dead Louie
we need more little dead Louie's
I don't care to see your newborn child
we need more little dead Louie's
more little dead Louie's.
Before I continue shrink yourself down;
there's a deafening silence resonating in this town
too many Louie's down with bad luck
the benefit check taught us how not to give a fuck.
Why not listen and why not surprise yourself
there's not enough space for little Louie on my shelf
I took a backstreet alley with a painter's face
where a golden coat-hanger granted the trees some space.
He turned your little Louie in to a pool of good
he made the grass grow green and showered your hate with love.
And then the moon shone upon our lives
so I leave you with this lullaby:
We don't need anyone else
over here for quite some time.
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7. |
I Let You Leave
05:45
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(Lyrics by Evi Vine)
I watched you leave
from a bench in the park
by the old hanging tree
and as a grey river flowed
in to a great open sea
I watched you leave
I stayed all day by that hollow tree
and I cried til the sun went to sleep
I pictured your hair
your long dark hair
and I wondered if we'd be free
and I stayed all day in the garden
contemplate how lucky I was
to know the difference
and what a burden it becomes.
I let you leave
on a plane to the west
I let you go with such ease
and I let you think that you weren't the one
to give me the strength that I need
you steered away and its all you could do
like a ship casting off at first light
leaving behind the ruin that I am
in the darkest of times
I could die now so sad and alone
I suppose it's what I could do
on my own
go through life careful and cold
on this solitary road
I miss you now
like never before
I wait for this past
I'd take a knife to my heart if I could
I pray that this can't last
so I pack a suitacase and say my goodbyes
explain that I have somewhere to go
Life has a way of showing us signs
either we learn or we don't
it's easy to stay in a place that you know
and challenge the world to a fight.
No certainties or no promise land
just who or what you might find.
Well I watched you leave
with a pain in my breast
a pocket of nothing
and a world of regret
oh I've never known anything quite like it
as I watched you leave.
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8. |
I'll Bring You Hell
03:38
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I set fire to skies
outwit the wise
I play games with faith and fury
I live off the snow
the wind and your tears
the jailer fears me
let alone the jury.
Abandon hope
go run and hide
bring a thousand fighters
well I'll match them.
For all those
considering bravery
I'll bring hell
with one swift action
For all those
with a knife for me
I'll bring you hell
with one clean action.
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9. |
Roll Up!
03:47
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Roll up! Roll up!
For the greatest show of the goddamn year.
In one hand a contortionist dolphin
in the other I've found women who don't sneer.
How about the one legged tap dancing platypus
or the pseudonym with no name
we'll turn the tv on at 7am and by midnight we'll all be insane.
Roll up! Roll up!
There's a shaking man inside a locked box
whose forgotten all about his wife.
I've got a troglodyte dictionary reader
who will beat you within an inch of your life.
I've got the plans for Christ's next hand,
but I'm selling it to a stranger with a beard and a bomb.
I don't mean to insult too many of you
but you're my crazy neighbors mowing crop circles in to your lawns.
Roll up! Roll up!
Shhhh...
There's a newborn child who is sound asleep
dreaming sweetly about who I should have been,
but I've got a lot of whisky and cigarettes
there's still a strangers bed that I haven't laid in yet.
So I blow grey clouds across the skies
remember the day when the old man died.
A toast to friends, families and foes:
This is because of you, for you and against you
so roll up all!
Roll up! Roll up!
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10. |
Loose Tongue
05:51
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There is a loose tongue rolling around here.
There is a losse tongue rolling around.
I sang a saint in to your crazy life
I kept on introducing him to you
Suppose I'll just sit and wait silently for the silence
that you keep shouting in to.
There is a loose tongue rolling around here.
You weren't listening when the walls kept bangin back at you
It's like 4am is your only chance to scream this house down.
And there are good reasons why good people steer clear of so called friends.
Every now and again someone has to let somebody down.
There's a loose tongue rolling around here.
There's a loose tongue rolling around.
Why don't you wait a while at home and learn about the inside of your own head?
Take something in before your output screams these streets down.
Whilst you're at it please remember everything you've ever done; everything you've said.
Only the clowns in retirement can spot a working clown.
There is a loose tongue rolling around here.
I never meant to suggest that I could pick your world apart
or condescend down on you.
But as the night turns in to morning and your singing a drunkard's song
try singing it for yourself and sing it quietly as you do.
There is a loose tongue rolling around here.
There is a loose tongue rolling around.
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11. |
Time Won't Change
14:58
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He swears to god that he doesn't beat her,
but I've seen the bruises across his hands.
I've seen how she looks down when I meet her,
and I know that prick would never hit another man.
Time won't change, a goddamn thing.
I heard them say they don't drink too much in the mornings.
Then they claim they don't need any help through the day.
I spotted 80 out of 100 liars, baby,
The other twenty, well they all ran away.
Time won't change, a goddamn thing.
Don't be inspired by their shitty grins of nothing,
Don't get lost deep in their bowels of pain.
Don't act like them because they keep looming over you
Remember time won't change a goddamn thing.
There must be a reason you keep your eyes on the pavement
There must be another for why you cry through your days.
Maybe it's your head and your heart yearning for something different.
Maybe you want everything to stay the same.
Time won't change, a goddamn thing.
I noticed the sunrise against your glassy eyes
I heard you whistling to another man's song.
I've seen the vacant sign hanging over everything you said
and I know time won't prove me wrong.
No, Time won't change a goddamn thing.
Time won't change a goddamn thing.
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