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Jack Knife
04:24
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I don't want it
Don't want it now
This is be war
So let that call resound
Senior, senior
Mopping your brow
My two pennorth might as well be a thousand pounds
I look back to the company
A mystery on a magic isle
Now where's my halfway house?
The seagulls cloud my rubbish pile
And I tilt back til I make contact
With the stone (no, no)
And you deliver some knockout blow
I'm scattered like treason, he goes (no, no)
And you deliver some knockout blow
I was nerdish
nerdish blue
Let's not be churlish, I was not through
But I drop the toothpick
And stop sweeping fires
I'm in the dentist's chair
And I'm wielding pliers
I touch down in bad company
A matrix of belt and buckle lines
Turncoat, cutpurse
Knocked on wood one too many times
And I tilt back til I make contact
With the stone (no, no)
And you deliver some knockout blow
I'm scattered like treason, he goes (no, no)
And you deliver some knockout blow
It's all a mistake, capitan
I used to sail with them
Til they cavorted and cavilled, ablaze in shoals
And put my money into the Mary Rose
And you deliver some knockout blow
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2. |
The Playground Face
04:59
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Circus maximus
Daily dues
You're going to rue the day you lose
Hold the candle first
And slate it if it doesn't hurt
This is an invitation
To let the playground burn
I never said that I would
Just stay still
Just stay put
Sociopathically minded man
On the path to pathogen
Are we spreadeagled in your plans?
What when time becomes a tide on your hands?
Hold the candle first
And slate it if it doesn't hurt
This is an invitation
To let the playground burn
I never said that I would
Just stay still
Just stay put
You've got a lot to sell
Gawky and unwell
You've never seen hell
Now break me off the gold
I'm feeling undersold
Good lord, I'm getting old!
Now those idiots just get fenced in
Just get fenced in
And the cry goes all about...
Toys out!
Toys out!
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Detail
It's all detail
Fine print
Making you squint
Fine print
Blowing out in the wind
Just bricks on bricks on bricks
Building up on the sick
Just bricks on bricks on bricks -
I'm hit!
We march on the spot
And we die on the spot
Til no-one even knows if we're fun or not
And we're the picture postcard from your tacky aunt
But we still have our fair share of needs and wants
Dimmed men and dimmed rents
We're up to our knees in YUPs,
Why is he buying up the streets, when I can't afford a padlock?
We march on the spot
And we die on the spot
Til no-one even knows if we're fun or not
And we're the picture postcard from your tacky aunt
But we still have our fair share of needs and wants
I can see distant lights
And we will all become a borough of London
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Slipped
05:33
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The wind blows
Down the seafront
Clearing out the rubbish
A mindset in a headlock
This town is knit of honey, flies and sick
A dated receipt
A TV repeat
A footnote between the sheets
And they who come undone
Should not remain unsung
And they who come undone
Should not remain unsung
So throw your hat to the ground
And swear that you never meant to reach around
Well, I heard that
You let fly
A quiver of communities (the red eye)
Well, I heard that (down the seafront)
You mirrored strange ways
In quiet streaks of course
A full office quip
Son, give me that grip
We want you going, going quick!
And they who come undone
Should not remain unsung
And they who come undone
Should not remain unsung
So throw your hat to the ground
And swear that you never meant to reach around
Going quick...
And they who come undone
Should not remain unsung
And they who come undone
Should not remain unsung
And I'm not far from the crowd
But I can see them hoisting that beady cloud
It's alpha versus you
Alpha versus me
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