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8. | Castro Dies |
9. | Earth, Wind & Fire |
10. | British Intelligence |
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* | The Curious Sound (iTunes bonus track) |
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Bullets Flying over head,
hear them hrough the walls as you lie in bed,
know you're fighting for the one you love,
but this time son I'm telling you to run.
lost myself in things I shouldn't do,
came 2 years later to without you,
the things l've done and the things I've seen,
I've been so wrong to so many the team,
is all looking like they're all past up and away,
disowned from their homes and their families,
well I can't see myself in the dream,
the dream I saw was all round me got.
hocus pocus three men jokers,
barristers beast policemen thieves,
three queens and broken dreams,
a bottle full of trouble and a gambling fiend.
well the jokers looking over as he pulling an ace,
the militia take cover under my staircase,
witches in the kitchen bitching and itching,
while two old school friends haunt the hall ways,
the host proposed a toast all of the ghost,
and the ones that loved us the hearts we broke say,
I'll never make that promise again
once was enough to all around me got
hocus pocus three men jokers,
barristers beast policemen thieves,
three queens and broken dreams,
a bottle full of trouble and a gambling fiend.
as I came to I looked for you in the cupboards and the drawers,
and the toilet queue,
asked the medicine man it he had heard the news,
he told me I'd thrown you out last june,
grabbed the politician by the neck threatened to use,
fists in a fight to find out the truth,
he said you set the scene son everyday,
you can't blame the dammed for your own mistakes,
while the mason he was pacing in my living room.
emme had a child growing up in the womb.
I said I'm staying in I never felt like I left,
my last breath was taken in conjunction with
hocus pocus three men jokers,
barristers beast policemen thieves,
three queens and broken dreams,
a bottle full of trouble and a gambling fiend.
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When there's no one left to fight, boys like him don't shine so bright,
Soon as I see the dust settle, he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble.
When there's no one left to fight, boys like him don't shine so bright,
Soon as I see (LIGHTWEIGHT PRICK!) the dust settle, he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble.
I take a train again away from shame and blame a city pained to see, a friend I hadn't seen since I was drinking underage.
I was a ten a day, how'd you say, little shit, white lightning, heightening all my courage, quick wit.
We wore checkered season wallabies, buttoned shirts and whiskey, mutton dressed as lamb, a fan of bands like The Jam Jam Jam Jam,
I don't know who I am, he said I dunno if I can, I said yeah man, you can-can.
When there's no one left to fight, boys like him don't shine so bright,
Soon as I see the dust settle, he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble.
When there's no one left to fight, boys like him don't shine so bright,
Soon as I see the dust settle, he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble.
Drunk and being sick, I feel like shit, I gotta quit.
I hope I haven't missed the last train gonna be stuck in Hampton Wick,
With the boys across the platform shouting “lightweight prick!”
I'm a featherweight champion, cheap to get pissed, wish Candy were here with me, she'd deffa deal with it, tell ‘em all to shut their mouths and go suck their mommas dicks, coz she ain't no she ain't that low, three fingers down, or the other two up, and I'll sing this proud.
Runnin' with believers, go time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take ‘em home on my own.
Runnin' with believers, go time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take ‘em home on my own.
As I travel down the track all my memories flood back.
We were runnin' at ease from enemies, and rushed back to your momma's flat, it's the only place but home I feel relaxed enough to crap, I know it sounds crude, but there's something in that.
How's danny doin'? Hear he's high flyin' and that, stockbroker in the city with a lady and a baby.
And Fee, is she free from the demons she had? Was it two months clean, routine to relapse.
Runnin' with believers, go time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take ‘em home on my own.
Runnin' with believers, go time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take ‘em home on my own.
She smoked all of your weed that's why the loved ones out to leave,
Why when you take the lead they stab you in the back 'till you can't breathe,
When you're bleeding on the floor, and no one hears your call at all, she screamed out to the party ‘you are sheeps and cattle!'
I was hanging out with Louie in the shooting gallery, when the news got through to me about you and Jeremy.
Pat on my back, and a swig on my brew, you're still my friend, it's impossible to hate you.
Cradle to the grave, I know we always misbehave, people latch down and then they rain on our parade.
Girls we love leave when we want them to stay, like today, remember, what shall we say?
When there's no one left to fight, boys like us don't shine so bright,
Soon as I see the dust settle, let's go out and find some trouble!
Runnin' with believers, go time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take ‘em home on my own.
Runnin' with believers, go time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take ‘em home on my own.
Runnin' with believers, go time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take ‘em home on my own.
Runnin' with believers, go time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take ‘em home on my own.
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Stone, glass, concrete & gravel
All we got to keep us together
Stone, glass, concrete & gravel
Underground travel in overcast weather
Stone, glass, concrete & gravel
All we got to keep us together
Stone, glass, concrete & gravel
Maybe one day things will get better
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Bottle of wine, and an old 45, rifle in the corner that her grandfather left her when he died,
Said no surprise,
I've had to use it quite a few times,
So Jay, don't you ever let us down,
Don't you ever,
I'll have to shoot you and no one will hear a sound…
Bruised and bloody, I'm lying on the ground,
And I am aware that I let the poor girl down,
Now I'm dying, as a message to the town,
This what happens, if you fuck around,
So meddle if you want trouble, trouble then you should meddle,
But don't ever meddle with Emily's heart…
She said, get your coat, come on,
To the dog track with the money right,
Yeah we had some fun,
Left with more ‘cause we won,
I was under investigation on suspicion of doing her wrong,
She said,
You've become a villain, accused of a hit and run,
Said, she hit me first, and I, say it's the worst that I ever felt,
In a broken heart.
Bloodstains on her shirt crease and, hope she pays the dues,
When I left she said, that your last breath will be down by the station at 2,
Swear she shot me down.
Bruised and bloody, I'm lying on the ground,
And I am aware that I let the poor girl down,
Now I'm dying, as a message to the town,
This what happens, if you fuck around,
So whenever, you want trouble, trouble then you should meddle,
But don't ever meddle with Emily's heart…
She said I'm a user, and she's a loser with a gun,
I said if you choose to it becomes hard to include anyone,
So if you stay, put it away, or should I run?
She said I think you know the answer to your question,
So for the smiles, and all of the miles that the engine's done,
The further I drive away the closer we become,
So if I stay, would you put it away, and forgive this one son?
She said Jay I think you know the answer to your question…
Bruised and bloody, I'm lying on the ground,
And I am aware that I let the poor girl down,
Now I'm dying, as a message to the town,
This what happens, if you fuck around,
So meddle if you want trouble, trouble then you should meddle,
But don't ever meddle with Emily's heart…
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A lot of people round here lost the whites in their eyes.
Think with their heads, argue with a gut,
Draft if you leave the door open might encourage customers, Then i wish the bar maid shut, like, down on my lot,
Two world wars, and one world cup,
Screamed by the desperate divided crutch.
Used to have an empire then we grew up.
Lost everything, who gives a fuck
Money in a jukebox, songs all night
Same fucking bands, too much hype,
Everyone knows, everyone sees fights, everyone drinks in the corner, right.
Everyone knows, they 'C' blood type, same rematch, we match a light
I love her, she loves me too, thats why we get together.
A lot of people round here lost the whites in their eyes
See the lust, inside you'll heart,
They dont wanna touch the sky.
Hes dizzy for lizzy, i'm dizzy generally,
Scapegoat kid by a girl befriended me,
Not that i care, its the only use to me,
She better be flying throught doors pretend to be,
Everyone i wanna be and everything less.
Your leaving alone but you came together.
Who made the suns turn to stormy weather?
Your leaving alone but you came together
Who made the suns turn to stormy weather?
She said tonight jay, I'm gonna' teach them a ballad, an englsih man in every coward,
I was kinda impressed by the way she dressed,
I scoured this land to find a girl empowered,
Asked her again why our hearts turned sour,
One and the one till the boy's devoured,
If you're gonna learn a song, you gotta sing along,
There's an english man in every coward,
Money in a jukebox, songs all night
Same fucking bands, too much hype,
Everyone knows, everyone sees fights, everyone drinks in the corner, right.
Everyone knows, they 'C' blood type, same rematch, we match a light
I love her, she loves me too, thats why we get together.
A lot of people round here lost the whites in their eyes
See the lust, inside you'll heart,
They dont wanna touch the sky.
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they think were fools sitting on the corner,
older you get the more like your father,
the more I drink the more like my brother,
seem to have picked up on a callus trait,
hate people who think there life is a drama,
making in jokes about americana,
amusing myself is worth it for the karma,
obama sounds like osama to me.
well my bedroom's watched by an intafada,
kids with bricks or strips in gaza,
point at me in my pyjamas,
laugh and scream get out of bed,
I say I am I got plans I'm meeting up with maltha,
I'm a shoulder she's robert palma,
acts like a twat but she's a top banana,
might as well admit she's addicted to love.
caught in a spiders web,
its' not the first time playing dead,
I see I saw lovers undercover,
no one found out until we left,
caught in a spiders web,
lt's not the first time playing dead,
they know something oh well we're running,
I know they'll catch up in the end.
you walked in last with a dirty barbour,
found me at the bar in fits of laughter,
said you've been seen out digging the past,
with arthur you'd rather just walk in the rain,
at a party with ash as they smash a pinata,
can I leave some stuff here for you to look after,
I'll be back around probably in the mid summer,
new york new york man I love the city.
caught in a spiders web,
its' not the first time playing dead,
I see I saw lovers undercover,
no one found out until we left,
caught in a spiders web,
It's not the first time playing dead,
they know something oh well we're running,
I know they'll catch up in the end.
In the hustle and the bustle I feel
I'm in trouble and I trip and then I stumble
I feel myself fall in the hustle and the bustle
It's too rough I tumble in the gravel and the rubble can you hear me call
well with a wheezing chest and a leaking ceiling,
baby next door screaming all evening,
the beatings we got and the ones we're seeking,
we're stubborn as fuck and I'm proud to say,
that me and ben skeleton mixed our own medicine,
never let a critic affect our direction,
barricade doors with out pale complexion,
program a beat bones I'll just keep telling them,
how selling them a brand is a band complication,
a man in a room with a survey for the station,
trying to get it on air no care tor creation,
I guess its all part of indoctrination.
In the hustle and the bustle I feel
I'm in trouble and I trip and then I stumble
I feel myself fall in the hustle and the bustle
It's too rough I tumble in the gravel and the rubble can you hear me call
caught in a spiders web,
its' not the first time playing dead,
I see I saw lovers undercover,
no one found out until we left,
caught in a spiders web,
It's not the first time playing dead,
they know something oh well we're running,
I know they'll catch up in the end.
In the hustle and the bustle I feel
I'm in trouble and I trip and then I stumble
I feel myself fall in the hustle and the bustle
It's too rough I tumble in the gravel and the rubble can you hear me call
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Taking sides planning a trip,
No place like home if only could afford it.
Ticket to ride connected by the hip,
Surviving on the dabs of the dust in the pocket.
Four minute mile dressing down by a friend,
You haven't seen in a while, all comes to a head.
With just one smile to say what is said,
She's light as a feather I'm heavier than lead.
You're useless to me Jilly Armeen,
Last time I ever sing a song for them.
Using you under pseudonym never again,
You always went for my friends and not for me.
Deep cuts and shards of glass,
Broken bones in plaster cast.
Hand on the shoulder he starts to laugh,
You don't hear planes when you live under the flight path.
You're useless to me Jilly Armeen,
Last time I ever sing a song for them.
Using you under pseudonym never again,
You always went for my friends and not for me.
You're useless to me Jilly Armeen,
Last time I ever sing a song for them.
Using you under pseudonym never again,
You always went for my friends and not for me.
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