1. |
Hold the Engines
04:54
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Jenny in the fast lane
Got it in her head to qualify
Says “You don’t know until you try”
Got herself a house then
Bought herself an independent life
Had enough, took his shirt, cut the tie
Honey, I can’t save you
Couldn’t if I had to
You’re not the saving kind
Didn’t want to wake you
Guess I’ll have to make do
With holding off of my settling down desire
Hold the engines, where’s the fire?
Jennifer’s in heat again
Found herself another victim
Says “They don’t hurt until they cry”
Lost herself a good man
Found him too restricting, yeah
Had enough, took his shirt, cut the tie
Honey, I can’t save you
Couldn’t if I had to
You’re not the saving kind
Didn’t want to wake you
Guess I’ll have to make do
With holding off of my settling down desire
Hold the engines, where’s the fire?
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2. |
Like a lot of Men do
05:46
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What you get is what you see
The whole and the heart of me
I wear it on my sleeve
Just below You
Right above for Me
Just below You
Right above for Me
I hope I spelt your name like you like it to
It’s the one you borrowed from the somebody who …
They meant a lot back then like a lot of Men do
Until they screw you up, like a lot of Men do
Like a lot of Men do
What you give he gets for free
It’s leaving you incomplete
You wear him like a bruise
The greater the hurt the more you apply …
the pressure he leaves you feeling inside
I hope he spells your name like you like it to
It’s the one you borrowed from the somebody who
They meant a lot back then like a lot of Men do
Until they screw you up, like a lot of Men do
Like a lot of Men do
This time she said “You’ve gone too far,
If only from the here to there.
It’s not the distance that you cover
it’s what you discover when you get there”
I hope I spelt your name like you like it to
It’s the one you borrowed from the somebody who
They meant a lot back then like a lot of Men do
Until they screw you up, like a lot of Men do
Like a lot of Men do
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3. |
Tie the Knot
06:00
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You poor long suffering, Godsend
The happiness you bring
What did you ever see in me?
And all that I’ve achieved
Has been
We could just say “We do”
Maybe throw in our lot
If it ain’t broke we could endeavour to tie the knot.
Would you be the truss for my aching back?
Would you be there when my defences crack?
Leave my body wrecked, mind intact
Could you take my shit?
Could you handle that?
Would you laugh along when I call her name?
And I look so happy don’t feel so ashamed
Would you be there down to my one last breath?
If I asked it of you
Baby would you love me to death?
Baby could you love me?
So what if she’s happy
So what if he’s sore
And her eyes no more delight in tales he’s told before
Don’t take for granted, take for granted
It’s no granted taken thing
Dear Lord confess, he gave her less than everything
Than everything
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4. |
Gibsonton
04:14
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I’m not thinking of her
She’s not thinking of me now, intentionally anyhow.
I’ve been thinking out loud
Never learnt to button my mouth
So I hold my tongue and cut it out
She said “You don’t get it”
I can see what’s coming around, dancing through hoops with the clowns
I’ll be getting my coat, packing my bags and leaving for Gibsonton
She’s not thinking of me
In a way I’d like her to
Supposing it will have to do that she’s got me in mind
Out of sight but in the firing line
When she’s sniping she can bide her time
She said “You’ll regret it”
I can see her reasons are sound
Running the Merry-go-Round
I’ll be getting my coat, packing my bags and leaving for Gibsonton
I’m not thinking of her
She’s not thinking of me now, intentionally anyhow.
I’ve been thinking out loud
Never learnt to button my mouth
So I hold my tongue and cut it out
She said “You’re pathetic”
I can see what’s coming around, dancing through hoops with the clowns
I’ll be getting my coat, packing my bags and leaving for Gibsonton
Hey Lobstergirl
You’re wearing it well
Do you mind if I join you?
I’m coming home, the greasepaint is off
My foot to the floor I’ll drive till I rust
Or damn bust.
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5. |
The Mission Hall
06:30
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Last in the line
First to admit that’s fine
My demon seed, out of the creche and on the leash
Stinging damn rope-burns, skinning our knees
Shaking down the apple trees
Or none of these
Sin or celebration?
Where there’s a will there’s a fight
Better still I think that I just might leave it all
Down at the Mission Hall
Down at the Mission Hall
Last of the lot
Family tree, unfamiliar plot
My demon sleeps under the covers
Wrapped in the sheets, hiding from ghosts
And shadows that creep across the floor
While you’re asleep, the shadows creep
Sin or celebration?
Where there’s a will there’s a fight
Better still I think that I just might leave it all
Down at the Mission Hall
Down at the Mission Hall
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6. |
HeadSwimming
05:25
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Thought I saw the World melting
Thought that I was on something
It was just the moonlight pouring in
On my window frame with the dust and dirt engrained
Still they’re keeping out the rain that I’m not drowning in
I’ve been HeadSwimming
Thought I heard the World breathing
Thought that I was on to something
It was just a mood I’d gotten in
On my window frame where the dust and dead flies reign
See them debating just what I’ll be rating when my ship is coming in
I’ve been HeadSwimming
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7. |
Pinheads & Needles
03:39
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There’s Pinheads in the street
There’s needles in the alley
A bottle on the path
The bottlebank is empty
There’s static in the air
There’s music from the window
I think you call it that
It’s nothing that I would know
We give it half a chance and then say
“They should know better”
And laugh a little longer and hold each other closer
Than we were ever comfortable with
… Living here
Kinda makes the world go around
Kinda makes the world seem sounder
When we close the door
Looking further out from the inside
Kinda makes the world go away
Kinda makes the world a better place
To stay with you
And I’ll stay with you
If only to the end of my days
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8. |
My Perfect 10
02:55
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We were fine until I said that
You were eating out of my lap
I held my nerve, you dropped me in, saying
“Come sleep with me, Come sleep with me, my perfect 10”
A happy ending
A happy ending
I held my nerve
Amen
Amen
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idiot son England, UK
Not that the idiot son adventure has been a short hop, any rainy day bus ride to Bognor Regis. Formed at the turn of the last century, Stibbington has been a decade long journey from its shabby conception under a railway arch off of the Holloway Road. Consequently there has been plenty time to ingest, chew, swallow and expunge. Gallows humour, life, death and the bit inbetween. ... more
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