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Time is a disguise
Seen through this brace of blue eyes
Naive, so wise
The finest hour of our lives
The finest hour of our lives
Everything we need
Digital memories
Everywhere a screen
If you haven't seen, where have you been?
Everything we need
Digital memories
Everywhere a screen
If you haven't seen, where have you been?
Led astray with sweet words
The things we read and overheard
Dark clouds draw near
Divided by this useless fear
Time is a disguise
Seen through this brace of blue eyes
Naive, so wise
The finest hour of our lives
Was there a time when we were stronger?
Sun shone bright and days grew longer
Danger lurks round every corner
In things we said when we were younger
Things we said when we were younger
Things we said when we were younger
Things we said when we were younger
Things we said when we were younger
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Today I prayed to a financial advisor
That I might have enough to pay my bills
The clock upon my wall is unrelenting
And I just don't have the time to feel so ill
The time to feel so ill
Today I prayed to the gods of flat packed furniture
Forgive me B & Q for I have sinned
The clock upon my wall is unrelenting
And at what point does anybody win?
Under clouded winter skies I make this vow that I will try
To give you all that I can in this life, we will get by
Worries to the left of me and trouble on the right
But of one thing I will never lose sight, we will get by
Today I prayed to all those theives in London
Deliver us from all that you might do
The clock upon my wall is unrelenting
We'll never have enough to pay for you
It's such a subtle thing, it creeps up on you gradually
Like the rising of the sun, yours forever mathematically
So take my hand and we'll stumble periodically
From darkness into light, I will not lose sight
We will get by
Under clouded winter skies I make this vow that I will try
To give you all that I can in this life, we will get by
Worries to the left of me and trouble on the right
But of one thing I will never lose sight, we will get by
We will get by
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3. |
Licking Wounds (DEMO)
04:22
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Empty pockets and half finished songs
Maybe we weren't meant to be the lucky ones
Quaint little sentiments and memories may never pay the bills
But they are ours, we own them, they're all ours
Four in the morning, licking my wounds
With the ghosts from all those years ago that beat me black and blue
Like something from a film, it brings me back to you, back to you
Lately I just haven't been myself
Drinking and worrying is no good for my health
I don't have answers, I've barely worked out what the question is
But I do know I can't sail without a wind
Four in the morning, licking my wounds
With the ghosts from all those years ago that beat me black and blue
Like something from a film, it brings me back to you, back to you
For all their shouting I can't remember where this was begun
There are more ways to right a wrong
The thing about being knocked down is that you have a choice to make
You either lay down there and break or get to your feet and start again
So give me battle scars and deep cuts
Actions speak louder than Facebook
I'll beg and borrow, do all that I am able, have no doubt
This light will not burn out...
Four in the morning, licking my wounds
With the ghosts from all those years ago that beat me black and blue
Like something from a film, it brings me back to you, back to you
The thing about being knocked down is that you have a choice to make
You either lay down there and break or get to your feet and start again
The thing about being knocked down is that you have a choice to make
You either lay down there and break or get to your feet and start again
So get to your feet and start again
Get to your feet
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I make my pen meet my paper, cos I'm old fashioned like that
Like an old seaside postcard, faded and cracked
I am a shining example of all the things that you should not do
But just because somebody else wins, that doesn't mean that you lose
So let's sing Elvis songs until the feelings gone
And close your eyes and dream of the colours of some other place
You may be recklessly sensible, I may be pointlessly right
Some build their wings on the way down in the hope that they'll take flight
You say these songs will not save me, I say they already have
But then that's the way things work around you, always the bleak and the bad
So go and drip with gold in the piercing cold
There's no need to dream, so go your own way and I'll stick to mine
Murder the romantics, make sure they tow the line
Time is money and money is time
Strike down the tender hearted, ensure none survive
Time is money and money is time
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One more time around the same block
A tired mind and a ticking clock
Through all the same old jokes and stories
Dated lines and former glories
You can empty every bottle that you find
But the bottom of the bottle will always be dry
I'm quite sure you've got nothing at all worth talking about
You feel no shame, you shift the blame, then sit back and watch the flame
I'm suite sure you've got nothing at all worth talking about
You poke and plead for sympathy but you will never get a shred of it from me
You misdirect your fury
Judge, executioner and jury
You swear that you could make us safer
With lies from tabloid right wing papers
It's a pretty depressing sign of the times
When ideas of justice and fairness are considered something wild
I'm quite sure you've got nothing at all worth talking about
You feel no shame, you shift the blame, then sit back and watch the flame
I'm suite sure you've got nothing at all worth talking about
You poke and plead for sympathy but you will never get a shred of it from me
You might be alright Jack, but if we always go down swinging
One step forward, two steps back, when do we get our turn at winning
The time has come for unity, to know our enemy
I will not fear the things you think you see
I'm quite sure you've got nothing at all worth talking about
You feel no shame, you shift the blame, then sit back and watch the flame
I'm suite sure you've got nothing at all worth talking about
You poke and plead for sympathy
Cry out loud in disbelief
Through all your negativity
You will never get a shred of it from me
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She Hears Voices (DEMO)
04:25
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So they've voted for Christmas
Now all I see are noseless spited faces
All around, all around
She told me “one day, baby, you'll miss this,
The bad old day's of this bad old broken town,
A broken town”
Welcome to the echo chamber
Vent your spleen to your own hand picked crowd
They will never bring you down
She hears voices, can you blame her?
On the TV, in the papers
All around feels cold and hard as stone
Take it all in, remember everything
If the cap fits, make them wear it
Sadly I can see no end in sight,
I'm getting out tonight
Now we spend our days in this clickbait romance
The version of ourselves we dare to show
Things we dare not speak aloud
While the newspaper spews forth bile and poison
Tightened fists all foaming round the mouth
Hang the traitor, stone the thief
But it could never happen here though
Be real boys, of course it could
If we're so very different show me how
She hears voices, can you blame her?
On the TV, in the papers
All around feels cold and hard as stone
Take it all in, remember everything
If the cap fits, make them wear it
Sadly I can see no end in sight,
I'm getting out tonight
To you this is all just some game that you can leave behind
A u-turn and a handshake, a side-step and a smile
For us this is no game, my friend, it's the line between death and life
I wonder how the hell you sleep at night
She hears voices, can you blame her?
On the TV, in the papers
All around feels cold and hard as stone
Take it all in, remember everything
If the cap fits, make them wear it
Sadly I can see no end in sight,
She hears voices
Can you blame her, can you blame her?
Take it all in, remember everything
If the cap fits, make them wear it
Make them wear it
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7. |
The Mess You Left (DEMO)
03:29
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A faraway look, a story on your face
I started talking but had no point to make
Normal for the spider is chaos for the fly
It's neither night nor morning, I have no cause to earn my stripes
You spoke and shook your head, pushed some coins across the bar
You told me I could never earn as much or work as hard
The things you hold so dear don't mean that much to me
It's neither night nor morning, I feel so tired just leave me be
I'm sorry I can't find a way to frame this
That makes you look anything else but selfish
The words you speak make my blood run cold
That a man could want more than his children could own
Now I clean the mess you left and I realise this is nothing new
Putting out a fire with petrol is a stupid fucking thing to do
You didn't even chew, just swallowed down the lot
It's neither night nor morning, we are not broke we're being robbed
I'm sorry I can't find a way to frame this
That makes you look anything else but selfish
The words you speak make my blood run cold
That a man could want more than his children could own
You say these kids today don't know they're born
Two jobs and bills to pay should keep them warm
The things you say make my bloody run cold
That a man could want more, so much more
That a man could want more than his children could own
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I get tangled up in unimportant things
I don't want to let you down
I am the firmest of believers, just not right now
Learning to live with all these cuts and bruises
I don't want to let you down
If the truth here be told, all of this will end somehow
These times will always be
More than just a memory
These times will always be
More than just a memory
To me, to me, to me
Picking up the pieces of the last few years
I don't want to let you down
We started out with nothing, nobody could tell us how
The anchor may be slipping as the waves crash over
I don't want to let you down
So I will stand up and be counted in this unforgiving world now
These times will always be
More than just a memory
These times will always be
More than just a memory
To me, to me, to me
I am seldom on the money and always on the brink
Staggering around the place I barely stop to think
But I think of you and all we could do
If we stick together we'll get through
They'll kick you when your down, all scratching and biting
When the bell sounds I will come out fighting
I think of you and all we could do
If we stick together we'll get through
I think of you and all we could do
If we stick together we'll get through
These times will always be
More than just a memory
These times will always be
More than just a memory
To me, to me, to me
To me, to me
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9. |
Don't Leave Now (DEMO)
04:02
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Boarding trains in winter coats
Pocket change so I could use the phone
To tell you that I'm almost home, almost
Just a few more miles to go
Remembering those nights
Your eyes would shine so bright
I've never laughed so much in all my life
The games we used to play
The times you said you'd always stay
I wouldn't want to spend my time in any other way
Now you're packing bags like people in the movies do
Calling a cab like people in the movies
Don't leave now, don't leave now
We'll sort this out somehow, sort this out somehow
Don't leave now, don't leave now
We'll sort this out somehow, sort this out somehow
Just don't leave
Working late, again
While I'm writing letters that I'll never send
Hope can be deceiving, hurtful and misleading
But I've never been a one to shelter from a storm
I don't want your goodbye kiss
Why won't you plant your feet and fight for this?
Don't leave now, don't leave now
We'll sort this out somehow, sort this out somehow
Don't leave now, don't leave now
We'll sort this out somehow, sort this out somehow
Just don't leave
Boarding trains in winter coats
Pocket change so I could use the phone
To tell you that I'm almost home, almost
Just a few more miles
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10. |
Last Orders (DEMO)
01:50
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Nobody needs Jack Daniels laced with mead
Least of all when the clock points out it's 3
What came over me?
Why did I feel the need to run myself into the ground with so much certainty
Oh woe is me
Some people say it all comes with age
The body can't take punishment like those bygone distant days
And now I've bills to pay
Jobs to do and calls to make
Things to do in gown up ways
So I just can't get off my face, no way
I am not getting any younger but then neither is anybody else
On days like these I may sit and wonder
But come last orders you will find me at the bar, or somewhere not very far
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Theresa (DEMO)
03:53
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Strong nor stable, willing nor able
To show basic humanity, compassion or empathy
I've met more charming fruit machines, I swear I can see your circuitry
Theresa the strain is starting to show
Theresa I think you ought to know that its time for you to go
I'm not some snowflake bleeding heart
Who thinks every last tory is evil
Things are rarely black and white like that
But this current crop who've slithered up the ladder
It's clear for all to see that they're a dangerous bunch of heartless twats
You may have noticed poetry deserts me
At times like these I get so angry I can't speak
It seems to me they spend all of their energy
Repeating these lines, avoiding the likes of you and me
Stong nor stable, willing nor able
To show basic humanity, compassion or empathy
I've met more charming fruit machines, I swear I can see your circuitry
Theresa the strain is starting to show
Theresa I think you ought to know that its time for you to go
You can't just keep cutting and expect us not to bleed
I guess you never feel the hurt
There's no one to tend the wounds or patch us up again
You say that there's no money for a nurse
The police are under-funded and the fire station closed
The libraries and the council office gone
I know teachers at their breaking point and I'm not the only one
Who had never heard of a food bank until your lot came along
Stong nor stable, willing nor able
To show basic humanity, compassion or empathy
I've met more charming washing machines, I swear I can see your circuitry
Theresa the strain is starting to show
Theresa you really ought to go
Theresa I can't wait for our next chance to vote
Theresa I think you ought to know that its time for you to go
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Broken Clock (DEMO)
03:18
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Ships are safe in harbours but that is not what ships are for
Sometimes there stands a fine line between wisdom and a lie
Another game was being played, we never stood a chance of winning
Now we must fight back with all that we can find
I'd rather have a head full of questions and no answers
Than to walk around repeating lies and calling them my own
All that I see in your eyes is smoke from a distant fire
From when you lost a diamond while out collecting stone
The broken clock will tell the right time twice a day
Be careful where you choose to put your faith
We have more in common than that which does divide us
But some pieces of this jigsaw refuse to let us fit
Should you lie to your government they'll tell you you're a criminal
But every day they do the same and call it politics
The broken clock will tell the right time twice a day
Be careful where you choose to put your faith
If history's just a set of lies that's told by those with all the power
I truly hope one fine day you get all you deserve
You may have us surrounded but I pity you poor bastards
Once we realise it takes two flints to make a fire burn
The broken clock will tell the right time twice a day
Be careful where you choose to put your faith
The broken clock will tell the right time twice a day
Be careful where you choose to put your faith
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Simon Says (DEMO)
03:06
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If one more person should say to me
You can hold a tune son, have you thought of TV
There's a show you can try and they'll make you a star
Stick with Simon and you will go far
Don't get me wrong, I know they mean well
But I'm afraid I politely decline
Cos manipulation, money and greed
Are the things in this life I despise
Simon says jump and they say how high?
Simon says vote and his pockets they line
Simon says anything and kids start to cry
Simon says, Simon says
Its a deception that this is something honest and free
It's a glorified soap opera, they're just making TV
And it comes at a price for those plying the trade
From the North through the south it all fades
Simon says jump and they say how high?
Simon says vote and his pockets they line
Simon says anything and kids start to cry
Simon says, Simon says
While we pour out our hearts into three minute pop songs
Pick up guitars when life goes wrong
Put all we have into all that we do
To hell with stardom and to hell with you
To hell with stardom and to hell with you
You could not buy those who choose to create
For the freedom it brings and the smile on the face
Of the ones who are moved by things honest and true
I promise Simon we won't come for you
I promise Simon, we won't come for you
I promise Simon we won't come for you
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Sometimes I crave a melody, sometimes I search for rhyme
Sometimes another beer before the bell at closing time
I met her when we both were younger, far away from this place
A fiery way about her, a stern and frantic grace
Sometimes I write a song I know that I will never sing
A word that can't be spoken, a bell that will not ring
She never quite believed in me, she dealt in numbers and proof
I said “my dear, all that we'll need are three chords and the truth”
We listened to those sad songs and drank all through the night
Spoke of all those yesterdays and fought the dying light, fought the dying light
I always manage to find a way out of my mind
A way out of my mind
I quoted old time writers and spoke in poetry
She said “your words and your pretty verse won't pay my bills for me”
All sitting down and counting cash and things she wanted for me
A spinning cog within some grand and hideous machine
She spoke to me of bravery and never risked a thing
A chirping, strutting songbird who'll never spread her wings
I'd rather place a dream atop a house of playing cards
Than never stray from those trusted roads in case the ground got hard
We listened to those sad songs and drank all through the night
Spoke of all those yesterdays and fought the dying light, fought the dying light
I always manage to find a way out of my mind
A way out of my mind
There's not much worse than birdsong when you should be tucked up in your bed
All her fears and her warnings went a-racing through my head
She may not now remember all that I will not forget
The hardest way to say goodbye is in silence, with regret
We parted when we both were younger before the seeds were sown
The heroes of a story that no one will ever know
Sometimes I write a song I know that I will never sing
A word that can't be spoken, a bell that will not ring
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Inhaling paranoia, it's in the news 'most every day
Searching for some kind of something to take all of this pain away
While the men of means get meaner, I never know quite what to say
It feels like a big change coming, another bill for us to pay
Twisted into something sinister, pretty words that bother me
Old doors deadlocked and bolted in towers made of ivory
They'll have you bite the hand that feeds you, chasing ghosts through love and war
Take us back to good old days when we died young and we died poor
One man's logic is another's lunacy
No one will come down and save us so we must save ourselves
No one will come down and save us so we must save ourselves
We're the longshot, the underdog, it's all that we have got
We're standing before Goliath with a sling full of shot
Greeted like some long lost brother and poked and stirred with fear and hate
Welcomed in like the guest of honour and end up on their dinner plate
Simple answers to complex questions never will sit right with me
A picture never tells the story, more goes on than we can see
All your words don't sit right with me
Just a hair from the dog, the dog that bit me
No one will come down and save us so we must save ourselves
No one will come down and save us so we must save ourselves
We're the longshot, the underdog, it's all that we have got
We're standing before Goliath with a sling full of shot
Some things are forever altered, others always remain
Love will unite and conquer, the sun shines after the rain
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