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You know what you’re in for
but you don’t run away
this place is all cracks of bones
so stick by what you have to say
and tell it like it is
cos it won’t always be like that
there’s blood out in the snow
but at least blood covers up the tracks
You know what you’re in for
but you don’t run away
a tin can 3 bullet holes
spins in the surf
in Cardiff Bay
you’ve made deals with everyone
but still no one’s got your back
there’s blood out in the snow
but at least blood covers up the tracks
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2. |
Revolve
04:06
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There’s a cold wind blowing
and there is no direction bad news wont flow in
a cold red hand
in the soft white sand
we circle around the subject
like a fountain flowing
Stop singing songs about yourself
stop singing songs
it won’t help
not this time
revolve
You returned home from
a war that could never be won
IMF slicked-back Tory corporate motherfuckers
are the victors
if there ever was one
you walk down to the pub
but they’ve boarded up the doors
watch the zombies march toward the neon signs
you’re a small man standing tall
Stop singing songs about yourself
stop singing songs
it won’t help
not this time
revolve
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3. |
Red Top Floor Doors
03:26
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Western Disaster
03:50
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You helped him through the days
days that were all the same
said ‘this is how you repay me?’
this is how you repay
gloves off in the house
castles kicked in the sand
he’s out now for the count
cold heart colder hands
at least we all know where we stand
There won’t be no judgement anymore
because when you leave this place
it won’t be by the door
No distinction between wrong or right
could never walk away from the fight
tell the truth but your nose still grows
it’s time to let it go
can’t tell good friend from foe
now it’s time to let it go
Dim light takes you
leads you and pins you to your bed
I need, I need you, I need you to know
that it’s not all in your head
It’s not all in your head
it’s time to let it go
it’s not all in your head
it doesn’t have to end this way
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6. |
What Is, Will Be and Was
04:52
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If I had talked to you that night
I’d say ‘see you soon and have a blast’
but you cannot speak to the dead
in a bar with your mouth around a glass
and catching up takes time
without him by your side
everybody keeps telling you that you’ll be alright
Avoidable complications
too complex to discuss in a rock song
insurmountable alienation
sits on your shoulder
and before long
There’s no right and there’s no wrong
there’s just what is, will be and was
If I had talked to you that night
I’d have cracked a joke and made you laugh
but you cannot amuse the dead
playing Frisbee in a park in France
and catching up takes time
without him by your side
I guess everybody was right
you’re doing just fine
3am conversations
inappropriate for a rock song
insurmountable alienation
sits on your shoulder and before long
There’s no right and there’s no wrong
there’s just what is, will be or was
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We learned the rules
to a game that had already been won
you turned down the lead role
out in the cold became the victim
the afternoon was uninteresting
a light rain fell on Kingston town
I walked the riverside back to the courtyard
watching grey shutters come down
and said
This is what has to happen
when nothing else does
you kept your cool
I kept my distance
when the dust settles
there will only be dust left
I woke up and faced the remaining completion
as soon as you said ‘hey wake up, let’s roll’
you dialed a wrong number
to find him at a wrong home
wrote a letter to the silence between us
as we walked back into town
there was so much silence
there wouldn’t be enough to go around
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8. |
Straw-man Autopsy
04:32
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All of the wrong moves
were the last chances he gave you
small talking yourself
all over town
all over autumn afternoons
when the leaves would drop
and chase you
just like the boys
all over town
an innocence was lost
or more accurately it got laid off
when the factory closed
and the wreckage smoulders
mouths opened and closed
and smoke rings rose around the moon
you burn your bridges too soon
so save a few
to cross the Thames
and a couple more
to return to your friends
you buried yourself
under a mound of words
the weight of which
I was unaware
rust and decay
awaits to be replaced
this place was made to be escaped
come on we're late
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9. |
Docile Mahogany
03:03
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Loose Ends
02:35
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Those Dreams
03:08
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Ghosts will walk in through the walls
and take you back to where you came from
past the marks initially seen as turning points
forks in the road
past the point of no return and no regrets
forks in the road
those dreams
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Went back home where a house was built
where love was made and blood was spilled
loaded my things into the car
unloaded my mind at the bar
I turned on the radio and heard the news
unbalanced opinions all singing the blues
a man died today as they always do
so I turned off the radio and thought of you
A phone call in the morning
on a plane back home that day
Polaroid’s of Paris
a funeral in the UK
The Tunisian man who comforted me
I hoped he became a revolutionary
he said:
'I am not bitter, because I have a purpose
but my hate could be caged and trained at the circus'
and regrets come thick and fast
in the queue they push past
over your shoulder pianos get louder
and memories weren’t made to last
So you learn to cherish moments
of minimal appeal
where only the lonely know me
that’s just the way it is
and you did not think he would be right this time
look me in the eye
I saved a place for you
in the taxi rank queue
behind Surbiton station
where the drivers treat you better than I do
and I watched you fall from view
as you said you would do
behind Surbiton station
where the drivers treat you better than I do
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