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A New Home
03:29
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I’ve been thinking about a place we can go
I’ve been wondering about a new home
I’ve been thinking about a place we can go
I’ve been wondering about a new home
I’m going to take the motorway
I’m going to ride all my things away
I’m going to take the railway
I’m going to ride all my things away
All this talking like we’re trying to escape
Like an alien, like an inmate
I’ve been thinking about a place we can go
I’ve been wondering about a new home
I’m going to take the motorway
I’m going to ride all my things away
I’m going to take the railway
I’m going to ride all my things away
One more night, two more days
I’ll be here rolling away
One more night, two more days
I’ll be here rolling away
All this talking like we’re trying to escape
All this wondering like an inmate
I’ve been thinking about a place we can go
I’ve been wondering about a new home
I’m going to take the motorway
I’m going to ride all my things away
I’m going to take the railway
I’m going to ride all my things away
One more night, two more days
I’ll be here rolling away
One more night, two more days
I’ll be here rolling away
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2. |
Dancing Into Nothing
04:48
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Eyes right, comfort me, it’s alright
To focus all your mind on a good time
So eyes right
Let’s dance, put on our old shoes and dance the years away
Focus all your mind on a good time
Eyes right
When the music stops we’ll be dancing into nothing
All that’s left is cigarettes and a beat that won’t stop
To a silent song…we’re dancing into nothing
But we’re not done we’ll put our arms up
These walls, they’re memory boards
Tell tales, the blood and sweat and grime it’s all mine
Eyes right
Let’s float against the tide you and I
Can damn this growing flow, heaven knows
I’m right
When the music stops we’ll be dancing into nothing
All that’s left is cigarettes and a beat that won’t stop
To a silent song…we’re dancing into nothing
But we’re not done we’ll put our arms up
Pull me down on the floor
Pull ourselves back up
Eyes right
comfort me
it’s alright
To say aloud…
It’s now or never
When the music stops we’ll be dancing into nothing
All that’s left is cigarettes and a beat that won’t stop
To a silent song…we’re dancing into nothing
But we’re not done we’ll put our arms up
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3. |
Jigsaw
03:34
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Now that you notice
Hits you in the eyes
Now that you notice
And realise
All these pieces missing from your life
Birthdays and funerals
Written on the wall
Things that we cling to
Make sense of it all
All these pieces missing from your life
Now that you know
Now that you see
All of the holes
Of the jigsaw at your feet
Bits of a picture
A kitchen and a wall
Parts of a garden
It could be yours
Holes and hollows scattered through them all
Now that you know
Now that you see
All of the holes
Of the jigsaw at your feet
Now that the morning
Is rising up the sky
All of the bits there
Before your eyes
Jigsaw pieces starting to align
Now when you leave here
I know you’ll realise
All of the picture
Before your eyes
Jigsaw pieces starting to align
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4. |
Straight Out Of Nothing
03:34
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Straight out of nothing I got to thinking
We're just like the weather, just like the weather
The highs of the summer, the lolloping days
Then dumped in the river, the cruel winter rain
How come the lovers don't feel the rain?
How come the young ones don't feel the pain?
Save for when you're old not now.
Save for when you're old not now.
Save for when you're old not now.
Save for when you're old.
We lost our way there, got lost in the fray
We took a beating again and again
There's things I'd do different, there's things I would change
You can't change the weather, you can't you stop the rain
Save for when you're old not now.
Save for when you're old not now.
Save for when you're old somehow.
Save for when you're old.
Straight out of nothing
How will we all manage when we're older will you keep me safe and sound?
Safe and Sound
How will we manage, when there's nothing but rain
When I'm not excited, and we're both just afraid
I'll save you the rainbows, I'll save you the dawn, the song of the songbirds
I'll save them all.
Save for when you're old not now.
Save for when you're old not now.
Save for when you're old somehow.
Save for when you're old.
Straight out of nothing.
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5. |
Northern Time
03:35
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Northern Time kicking out the side door
Any other time this is what we live/die for
If you hold my glass and wait
'til the drink has cleared our veins
Northern Time, stumblin' through the side door
Delicately drunk, one more and we're done for
If you hold my glass and wait
'til the air has washed our brains
Now our talk is filled with hope/dreams
Another hour and we might be
Pulling at the seams, chipping at the concrete
Let's learn to leave it be
[whistles]
Count all the lovers names drawn there on the glass door
In breath and beer stains, the condensation knows all
If you say that it's okay
Well I'll draw our names that way
If we hold our nerve and wait
'til the drink has cleared our veins
To say this could be love or something we could strive for
To say this could be us something we might live/die for
Northern Time
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6. |
Open Water
04:03
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Somewhere on the other side over there’s a place I long to be
Somewhere where the radio wire can’t climb its way to me
Give me some love on the open mountain
Give me some love in an open field
Give me some love and I’ll breathe it into me
Somewhere on the ripple ride water there’s a place I long to be
Somewhere where the telephone wire can’t float its way to me
Give me some love on the open water
Give me some love on the open sea
Give me some love and I’ll breathe it into me
Somewhere where the music can gather there’s a place I long to be
Somewhere where the news that don’t matter is quiet too quiet to hear
Give me some love in a place like this one
Give me some love in a place like here
Give me some love and I’ll breathe it into me
Give me some love on an open mountain
Give me some love in an open sea
Give me some love and I’ll breathe it into me
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7. |
Geronimo
01:44
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There a place where I long to go
Deep in the bowels of the radio
Oh the radio
Waiting for Geronimo
We paid a man to make it right
Paid a man with a cocaine smile
And a late night show
To play us on the radio
Sit tight enjoy the ride
Sit tight there’s nothing like when Geronimo
Hits go
Don’t let it stop don’t let it fail
One minute forty I’m in heaven baby
Geronimo has played us on the radio
Thrust my blood through those wires
My heart beats through the Bakelite
Oh Geronimo
Press go
Sit tight enjoy the ride
Sit tight there’s nothing like when Geronimo
Hits go
Sit tight enjoy the ride
Sit tight there’s nothing like when Geronimo
Says no
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I woke up on Monday morning stretched my bones the world is yawning back
We’re right on track
Another day of disappointment, TV dinner, wrinkle ointment
Please tell me no
It’s better the devil you know than the one you don’t
Better the life you’ve seen than walking out on me
It’s better the devil you know than the one you don’t
Than the one you don’t
As my cup overflows I’m crying daily honey let’s go out
Let’s go out
Come and trip the light fantastic playing hard and paying plastic
Like we used to do
Better the devil you know than the one you don’t
Better the life you’ve seen than walking out on me
It’s better the devil you know than the one you don’t
Than the one you don’t
Hit me hard and make me listen I’m the one who used to be on fire
I’m still on fire
Maybe I just need a wash, a brand new suit some spit and polish
Please don’t you go
Honey can’t you see without you I’d be me
Another also-ran just face down in the sand
Better the devil you know than the one you don’t
Better the life you’ve seen than walking out on me
It’s better the devil you know than the one you don’t
Than the one you don’t
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9. |
St. Stephen's
04:56
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Give me some fire so I can burn
Give me some prayers that I can learn
Give me some rules that I can know
Give me your hand that I can hold
Meet me in the corner of the church of St Stephen’s
Light a candle and show me the world you believe in
Meet me in the corner of the church of St Stephen’s
It’s been coming on
It’s been coming on
We know the words but we don’t know the meaning
We sing the songs but we don’t know the reason for singing them
I’m still singing them
I still remember the feeling of being in a house that was built to contain all the things that you couldn’t understand
That you’d never understand
Then you took my hand and you said…
Meet me in the corner of the church of St Stephen’s
Light a candle and show me the world you believe in
Meet me in the corner of the church of St Stephen’s
It’s been coming on
It’s been coming on
Where are the books and the things we believe in?
Where are the hymns and the place we were kneeling?
Where are the angels all spinning my heart?
Where are the angels all spinning my heart?
We know the words but we don’t know the meaning
We sing the songs but we don’t know the reason for singing them
We’re still singing them
I still remember the feeling of being in a house that was built to contain all the things that you couldn’t understand
Oh God I will never understand
We’re pinning all of our hopes on a sense that comes with a touch
And is soon disappearing the moment it is gone, the moment it is gone
You gave me some fire so I could burn
You gave me some books so I could learn
You gave me some rules that I can know
You gave me your hand that I could hold
Meet me in the corner of the church of St Stephen’s
Light a candle for the world you believe in
Meet me in the corner of the church of St Stephen’s
Light a candle for the world you believe in
Give me some fire so I can burn
Give me your hand so I can burn.
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10. |
This Time
06:16
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This time
The look in your eye
Is different
There’s something precise
It’s pleading “don’t let it all fade”
Frame this before it escapes
Photographs won’t hold this time in
Seeping out with colours fading
How can we record how we feel this time?
Polaroids won’t trap this moment
Fleeing through a door left open
How can we keep hold of something this time?
Chasing a glint in your eye
Chasing a half blossomed smile
It’s futile we’re chasing the moon
Oh this time, this time will do
Photographs won’t hold this time in
Seeping out with colours fading
How can we record how we feel this time?
Polaroids won’t trap this moment
Fleeing through a door left open
How can we keep hold of something this time?
This time…
...it’s different, there’s something precise
Oh this time it’s got to be right
Photographs won’t trap this feeling
Pin it down and stop it breathing
Let it fly and flutter freely this time
Touches brushed and wrapped in meaning
Won’t be more if we can keep them
Photographs can't hold this feeling this time…
Oh this time…
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11. |
Line In The Sand
03:50
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Soon we’ll be waving flags
Sending young men in tanks
I know there’s nothing wrong with starting again
Somewhere a church bell rings
The papers are printing things
“We’ll make us great again”
I didn’t know we weren’t great but then…
We spent out lives just gathering in
Now is the time for drawing a line in the sand
On the beaches of France
Soon we’ll be waving flags
Sending young men in tanks
I know there’s nothing wrong with starting all over again again
The poor and the dispossessed
Ruled by the ruling mess
“We’ll make us great again”
I didn’t know we weren’t great but then…
We spent out lives just gathering
Now is the time for drawing a line in the sand
On the beaches of France
We lost our faith in things
We lost our fun it seems
I know there’s nothing wrong with starting all over again
We lost a hundred years
Somewhere a church bell rings
“We’ll make us great again”
I didn’t know we weren’t great but then…
We spent out lives just gathering
Now is the time for drawing a line in the sand
On the beaches of France
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