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These Are The Good Old Days

by The Finest Hour

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1.
I met her in a crowded bar in August The jukebox played her favourite song She'd never heard of Dylan and the words she sung were wrong But still she sang along Still she sang along I can still recall the boots on her feet And the aftershave she wore She'd never heard of Dylan and the words she sung were wrong But still she sang along Still she sang along She likes to know the words to all the songs she's heard On radio and TV, laptop computer screens The DJ plays the songs she's heard a million times before To all those beats she moves so sure, pounds her feet to sounds so pure Pounds her feets to sounds so pure And all those words, she gets them wrong but still she sings along I saw her just the other week To her these days have not been kind Still she puts on all her makeup and ties her hair just right I'll leave her now as I found her dancing off into the night She'd never heard of Dylan and the words she sung were wrong But still she sang along Still she sang along
2.
Janey 02:36
Nothing could come between us, two dreamers All except the fault of our design You know I never pretended that 'least said soonest mended When you needed a fix, oh, how I tried I don't want to hear your views Straight from those red-topped newspapers no Until you can think alone and read between those lines, I don't want to know So go and cry to your mum, all the terrible things that I've done And send your stepdad round to break my legs No more waking the neighbours, second rate favours And the disappointment running through my head I don't want to hear your views Straight from those red-topped newspapers no Until you can think alone and read between those lines, I don't want to know So leave now Janey I can't take this
3.
Does victory come to he who fights longest or he who knows when he's beat? Unaccustomed as I am to public speaking I'll try not to stare at my feet Would that I could show you all that you mean to me, but that will never be my style Even if I knew you could be had for the asking, I'd sit back and hesitate a while Like water dripping onto a stone eventually I hope to make my mark on you If I'm honest I know I'll watch you go and you'll be walking down the Calverly Road You'll be walking down the Calverly Road You'll be walking down the Calverly Road When you go I will be there for you, I will take care of you, I'll show you how to be good We'll talk through our problems in an old bus shelter, we'll sit back and watch the sun come up Then I'll walk you home in the early morning rain, questioning who stole our time With a smile and a glance I'll think I've got a chance although I never quite believe that you'll be mine Like water dripping onto a stone eventually I hope to make my mark on you If I'm honest I know I'll watch you go and you'll be walking down the Calverly Road You'll be walking down the Calverly Road You'll be walking down the Calverly Road When you go
4.
Clench your fist above your head for all thing you believe In your mind know right from wrong, all good hearts will stay free All that I need to find is a way to pass my time That feels right and worthwhile to me I don't need your reasons to complain about my day Held with gaffer tape and glue through glory and through pain All must come and go but still the memory remains All that I need to find is a way to pass my time That feels right and worthwhile to me I don't need your reasons to complain about my day
5.
My bank phoned me, early morning, with some bad news In broken English they informed me that their patience was through You see I do not have enough money to pay what I owe And the charges they make get my worried, deep in the red I will go The change in my pocket is never quite enough for what I need The change in my pocket will never set me free, will never set me free The phone company, rung this morning, with some bad news My identity, without warning, had been stolen and used To take a contract out in my name many miles away Now they want to know if I've left the country within the last few days The change in my pocket is never quite enough for what I need The change in my pocket will never set me free, will never set me free Graduates head for the dole queues, factories go to wall Bankers still get all their bonus, those at the top take it all Politicians line their pockets with more money than I'll see From now until the day I die it's counting pocket change for me The change in my pocket is never quite enough for what I need The change in my pocket will never set me free, will never set me free
6.
I remember how my drink tasted so bad Until someone turned to me and said, "You know, I think it's just the air in this place" I remember all the good times that we had And in my mind's eye I can almost still make out that smile on your face I never danced because they never played my music in those filthy nightclubs that we spent our time I watched her move across the floor so perfectly in a crooked little line In her own crooked little line, a little line
7.
Control 03:58
How can you talk so much with so little to say? And offer me your shelter even though you brought this rain? Here we are one more time, you bring me down again Slowly grind me down, take my thoughts away Tick another box if I do what you say Take control of me in all your little ways Hold me down, take my crown, wear a young man down Stop me from saying anything to anyone
8.
You and me, we go back a long way A better friend I could not have Life has thrown a lot in our direction Some things stuck while others bounced right back You've been there to lend your sympathy And tell me where I was going wrong The mark of a friend worth having is one who knows When to back you up or set you straight And I won't let you down No I won't let you down So listen to me, lend me your ear I'll be honest I don't know what we're doing here We've been drinking until our pockets ran dry And we've talked all night I know that today you're feeling low Life has been hard lately I know But tomorrow will come after tonight And you will be alright You'll be alright You'll be alright Tonight we will drink to all good things To that stupid football team, to Billy Bragg's strings To good friends and love both present and past From first to last To Sir John McDermott, to Theakston XB To Lazlo Woodbine and to skirts above the knee To stay out so late you see the sun rise And to knowing you've done things right So listen to me, lend me your ear I'll tell you just what we're doing here We're drinking until our pockets run dry And we'll talk all night Wherever you are wherever you go Life will get hard sometimes I know But just keep your chinup kid and you'll realise That you will be Yeah you will be You will be alright
9.
Your assurances are as empty as a politicians promise The moves you make say more than words Simply stating something as fact doesn't make it true Repeating all the lies you've heard What are you afraid of? Think it through, think it through What are you afraid of? Think it through Can we please, please, please restore some sanity? Some constructive thought and logic to this place I just can't see what you tell me you can see I shudder at the words you say and turn my face away Glancing nervously over your shoulder to check who is within earshot Before you begin to speak Demonstrates to me that you cannot be all that proud of yourself You carry shame for your beliefs What are you afraid of? Think it through, think it through What are you afraid of? Think it through Can we please, please, please restore some sanity? Some constructive thought and logic to this place I just can't see what you tell me you can see I shudder at the words you say and turn my face away
10.
It's morning, I can't find my life I spark up a match, hoping to find my way But you know me and I feel the same I'm placed in a hole with no way out Feel like I'm gonna die, time changes everything But you know me and I feel the same
11.
I've wandered round, took no notice of anything, gotta climb these walls Or knock knock knock them down, knock knock knock them down, now I see for miles A time for clarity, familiarity of knowing exactly what you think you'll find Come and follow me, I'll take you to a place I know well You've been there before, take your time, it will come right back I am fortune bound, or all will crash around my ears, there's no middle ground I'll knock knock knock them down, the walls of this old town, now I see for miles I'll throw down my restraint, there's no cause for complaint, for knowing exactly what you think you'll find Come and follow me, I'll take you to a place I know well You've been there before, take your time, it will come right back
12.
Indigo Night 14:36
This goes deeper than we'll ever know Things were never like those good old days Better a bad day being free Than living your finest hour in chains Can you see that the stars are out tonight, my dear? Hold your head high and have no fear Days go by, subtle changes We work and play, rearranging the order of the way we spend our time Waves lap against the shore Until you can see the sand no more And I know by now these things take their time I've got a feeling we will be fine Thinks he knows more than I ever will Never read a book in all his days Ignorant to his own ignorance Regurgitate their words to fan those flames Can you see that the stars are out tonight, my friend? Go find me some logic, come talk to me then Days go by, subtle changes We work and play, rearranging the order of the way we spend our time Waves lap against the shore Until you can see the sand no more And I know by now these things take their time I've got a feeling we will be fine The cynical few get me down and I listen on as they make their row And smile to myself at the things they say We pound these streets in our worn out shoes, though it seems good hearts only ever lose With the truth exchanged for fear and darker days We all bow down to our TV screens, this is nothing at all like I thought it would be Sometimes it hard to tilt your head to face a clearer sky I will judge this town by the things I see, not by tabloid news and shit TV I'll always try to see through my own eyes I've got a feeling we will be fine We'll be fine These are the good old days All those neon lights wash over me Through the dark I strain my eyes to see Those lights wash over me I feel pavement beneath tired feet As I wander through these poorly lit streets Over the cracked concrete The time that has passed has changed things love These things help to kill my mind Slowly the details fade my love And I still don't understand why, as these days roll by Mad strangers rant in empty bars And talk of who'll be first to fall The first against the wall Taxi drivers talk amongst themselves Waiting for some drunk to take home They drive away alone The time that has passed has changed things love These things help to kill my mind Slowly the details fade my love And I still don't understand why, as these days roll by These days I move in circles Between my job, my favourite pub and my bed If only for a little while I'll take anything, just something else instead She puts the pretty glass in her handbag In a short skirt she feels the cold But won't admit she's getting old Though tomorrow her problems remain Sometimes it doesn't hurt to delay To take the brain away The time that has passed has changed things love These things help to kill my mind Slowly the details fade my love And I still don't understand why, as these days roll by Under this enticing sky, this indigo night I know what I must find I leave my life behind, abandon all that I desire, float on into the night

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released September 15, 2012

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