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Living a Lie
02:39
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"Living a Lie"
You know it's all in the eyes
We could change the world tonight
Take my hand
It'll be alright
We're running the race to the line
We're fighting the good good fight
Take my hand
Pray to God I'm right
You know it's all in the eyes
And this cruel suspicious mind
Won't relax 'til I've seen yours cry
So cry once for all mankind
Cry twice for the love of your life
Take my hand
It'll be alright
You know it's all in the eyes
We could change the world tonight
Take my hand
It'll be alright
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2. |
Stuck Like Glue
04:56
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Stuck Like Glue
I've seen this advert a million times,
It's trying hard to desensitize its lying side.
A bigger car and a thinner wife,
A thinner Bible a bigger life,
No compromise.
It's the final sign to me,
That we're stuck in the 80s.
I swear to God that I know that man,
He's standing there with his Rictus grin,
Ê It's an alibi,
Anyone can just trip and fall,
But why on earth would you hide it all?
I don't know why.
It's the final sign to me,
That we're stuck in the 80s.
And the church screams endlessly,
It'll save one place just for me.
And the rain comes down,
On a Bible town,
And the neon glows,
And the coins just roll.
As a waitress smiles,
She ignites my bones,
And I miss home,
And I miss home.
I swear to God that I've seen this scene,
The cabaretÊatrocity,
Entertaining me.
I'm trying to lie a blameless life,
But I don't know how I'll sleep tonight,
As a passer-by.
It's the final sign to me,
That we're stuck in the 80s,
And the church screams endlessly,
It'll save one place just for me.
And the rain comes down,
On a Bible town,
And the neon glows,
And the coins just roll,
As a waitress smiles,
She ignites my bones,
And I miss home
And I miss home
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3. |
Drink The Drink
06:38
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"Drink the Drink"
Here we are we're never moving far.
Got to get me a different clothes to wear,
Got to get me a drink to drink,
Got to get me a different point of view.
Apathy you're paralyzing me,
Got to get me a different place to be,
Got to get me a book to read,
Got to get me a different point of view.
You don't believe in all you see you say you want to be at home.
You don't believe in all you see you say you want to be at home.
Game show buzz does what the morphine should.
Got to get me a different clothes to wear,
Got to get me a drink to drink,
Got to get me a different point of view.
So cuddle me, I fear relentlessly.
Got to get me a different clothes to wear,
Got to get me a drink to drink,
Got to get me a different point of view.
Got to get me a different book to read,
Got to get me a different place to be,
Got to get me a different point of view.
You don't believe in all you see you say you want to be alone.
You don't believe in all you see you say you want to be alone.
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4. |
King Of Spain
07:05
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"King of Spain"
I don't need to see the proof,
I believe the things you do are dignified.
I took in the photographs,
Even though they didn't match your alibi.
But all of this was lies.
But all of this was lies.
But all of this was lies.
King of Spain why don't you talk to us?
King of Spain why don't you talk to us?
King of Spain why don't you talk to us?
King of Spain why don't you talk to us anymore?
But I recall the nights we knew,
The babbling brook the evening dew,
And underneath the sycamore tree,
A heaven sent soliloquy.
King of Spain why don't you talk to us?
King of Spain why don't you talk to us?
King of Spain why don't you talk to us?
King of Spain why don't you talk to us anymore?
King of Spain why don't you talk to us?
King of Rome why don't you talk to us?
King of Spain why don't you talk to us?
King of Rome why don't you talk to us?
All of you why don't you talk to us?
All of you why don't you talk to us?
All of you why don't you talk to us?
All of you why don't you talk to us anymore?
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5. |
Do What You Must
04:41
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"Do What You Must"
Somebody call my name,
Call it out in another way,
Do what you must,
Get through the day.
If there's a clouded rage,
Hidden here in a hooded face,
Do what you must,
To get through the day.
Shout it shout it out, shout it out,
Do what you must.
I've worn the mournful vail,
With the dog at the door and the Sunday failure,
In the night,
A dream of grey.
There are a million ways,
To live with the grief of the unexplained,
Do what you must,
Get through the day.
Shout it shout it out, shout it out,
Do what you must.
So dolly where's that sting?
We'll live through this sadness and sing to the hymn,
Through all the dust the stone the rain,
We'll get through the day.
The bells the organ drone,
The soot black stone, the tower, the flag on the pole,
Do what you must,
Get through the day.
Shout it shout it out, shout it out,
Do what you must.
You can't face the morning,
Without the help of the night.
You can't face the morning,
Without the help of the night.
You can't face the morning,
Without the help of the night.
You can't face the future,
Without knowing what's left behind...
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6. |
Red Red Rose
05:55
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"Red Red Rose"
At ten past eight,
I'm leaving home,
We'll drive along the bypass 'til we find that road.
The coastal road,
To somewhere new,
Where they don't treat the drink they drink as something they should cling on to.
At ten past nine,
I'll take that flight,
And yes we're looking older now but you live this way you're bound to.
We'll wave goodbye,
To all that grey,
But at least a climate where the seasons mark out with distinctive change.
And tomorrow am,
We'll start anew,
In a village where the people there can talk about religious views,
Without the need,
Of laws in reams.
Or the worry that the words you use will light some all engulfing fuse.
The blue skies the green fields i keep them all in here...
The blue skies the green fields i keep them all in here...
The blue skies the green fields i keep them all in here...
The blue skies the green fields i keep them all in here...
And tomorrow am,
In somewhere new,
In a different place you feel the weight of everything you've been through.
So I've got to change,
I need to change,
Cos I don't talk to you no more without the need of fear or rage.
The speeches, the anthem, the law with no momentum; I cannot give myself to you.
We're so much older now we need a new home town, a place that we can call our own.
And doll you're proof enough that people are some good they just need space where they can grow.
With speeches and anthems the shape and size of this one, they just need space where they can grow.
The blue skies the green fields i keep them all in here...
The blue skies the green fields i keep them all in here...
The blue skies the green fields i keep them all in here...
The blue skies the green fields I'm tired of keeping them in here..
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7. |
Looking For Answers
07:07
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Looking For Answers
I'm longing for winter to make it cold,
Snuggle in with the one that I've had and now hold.
They're bunching me in with these tuneless fools,
I've got an anger could kill the likes of those.
Give it to me,
I know it's only the truth.
It's this time of year,
And I'm longing for proof.
These questions burn and they twitch and rage,
In spaces made by the boredom of gaining age.
And these thinking blues are a stinking crime,
There's so much more to be done with such little time.
Give it to me,
I know it's only the truth.
It's this time of year,
And I'm longing for proof.
It could be all that I now need,
A little bit of sanity,
I'm not looking for answers,
I'm just looking to play the fool.
A little bit of addiction,
It never hurt me it won't hurt you.
I'm trying to learn just to die with pride,
Like the birds and the trees and the earth in time.
But I've got this complex and it makes me fear,
That I'll die knowing nothing and feeling less.
Give it to me,
I know it's only the truth.
It's this time of year,
And I'm longing for proof.
It could be all that I now need,
A little bit of sanity,
I'm not looking for answers,
I'm just looking to play the fool.
A little bit of addiction,
It never hurt me it won't hurt you.
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8. |
San Francisco
10:06
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"San Francisco"
All the way to San Francisco,
Without a care in the world,
Without a care.
All the way to the edge of the ocean,
And I breathe and I sigh,
With the tide.
Where did it go to?
Where did it go to?
Drive the night through a state and its city,
Every road every town,
Are all mine.
All the way to insomnia city,
With my heart in my mind,
And a smile.
Where did it go to?
Where did it go to?
We've given up on a dance in the morning,
We've given up on it's us versus them,
We've given up on all that we promised in San Francisco.
Now I'm home and I'm back in my city,
Everything has a place,
And a weight.
Now I'm home and I'm king of my castle,
But you've changed and you've grown.
Without me.
Where did it go to?
Where did it go to?
We've given up on a dance in the morning,
We've given up on it's us versus them,
We've given up on all that we promised in San Francisco.
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9. |
Raise A Glass
02:56
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"Raise a Glass"
The body sags and droops like it's in need of a drink
While afternoon repeats glaze my eyes and I turn them to thinking of you, the last of the fools.
I'll pour myself another glass of something that stings
And let my memory cast it's net and snagging on the things it brings reminds me of you
The last of the fools
Oh
I write a line with passion and indelible grace
But lose my muse to self abuse and trying to find the answer to:
"Well who wrote the theme to The Go-Betweens?"
Here's a glass for every man who didn't make a back-up plan
I can see you standing there
Blaming all surrounding air for letting you down
Here's a glass for all who tried for something more than getting by
I can see you standing there waiting for tomorrow where you'll start it again.
Holding down a job is just as hard as it seems
I'll pay the rent and just dispense with fruitless and indulgent things
A whisky and ice or a take-away price
Open up the door and let me breathe in the rain
I'll settle for the weekly score and ironing shirts for Monday's work
And goodbye to you the last of the fools
Oh
Here's a glass for every man who didn't make a back-up plan
I can see you standing there
Blaming all surrounding air for letting you down
Here's a glass for all who tried for something more than getting by
I can see you standing there waiting for tomorrow where you'll start it again.
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10. |
Heaven Falls
12:19
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"Heaven Falls"
Heaven Falls on me now
Skies fall down on me now
You know I let it go
You know I let it go from here
You know I'm out of time
Sometimes I'm anywhere but here.
A place to go that is far from home
Where they can't cast their eyes on me
A place to go that is far from home
Where they can't cast their eyes on me.
Heaven Falls on me now
Saints fall down on me now
This moment's got a hold
No frame is gonna keep it clear
Blood sweat and all I know
Won't help to keep it all in here
Oh God you've got a hold, I'm starting everything right here.
A place to go that is far from home
Where they can't cast their eyes on me
A place to go that is far from home
Where they can't cast their eyes on me.
A place to go that is far from home
Where they can't cast their eyes on me
A place to go that is far from home
Where they can't cast their eyes on me.
Is this the final line
Or just another page?
Is this the start of the end
Or just another day?
Stay with me
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