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Sorry Excuse For A Song
00:39
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A colossal wave of
Nothing doing
Bet on a deep fear
That I'm winning
Would have thought by now
That these thoughts
Would have finished
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So you thought I would have thought that far ahead
I can only think; ‘fucking Christ have we met?’
But in time will time give me more of a chance
To put it right and give a chance to howI planned?
Or did it need to happen then? Because I…
I cannot simply say a simple thing in a simple way
And just let go
And I cannot just relax, give the demons half a chance
They won’t leave it alone
And if there was a God they would see my soul and
Know I wasn’t trying to fuck anything up
Anything up
So I guess you never guessed I wouldn’t progress
Do you think ‘dear lord there’s nothing else to get?’
But will space and some time give another chance
For it to be put right, just like how I planned?
Or did it need to happen then?
Or did it need to happen then? Because I…
I cannot simply say a simple thing in a simple way
And just let go
And I cannot just relax, give these demons half a chance
They won’t leave it alone
And if there was a God they would see my soul and
Know I wasn’t trying to fuck anything up
And if there was a God they would see my soul and
Know I wasn’t trying to fuck anything up
I never meant to use
Sorry as an excuse
Not a fall back on
So why apologise up front?
Not an intentional ploy
I guess I didn’t know what else to say
Not a get-out clause
So what, did I think it’d be alright?
I’ve been cautious and pre-empting
To second guess the critics
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3. |
Ferryman
02:35
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I caught myself in a daydream, 99
A wry smile the best, the worst of times
A room with a view on the 6th of June
Waxing, waning, a crescent moon
Its all coming through now
Coming back to you now
Heart-shaped bruise - anchor tattoo
Its there in the rear view, reaching up behind you
Alabaster white - lips turned blue
We found out hard that you couldn't stay
It was a pleasure together but the path you must take
We found out fast it cannot be ignored
When the pale horse comes calling at your door you must go
You must go
We watched Starscream, 86
Bad comedy turns to ashes
Patience is a virtue, patience it wont hurt you
But it doesn't make what has gone untrue
Its all coming through now
Coming back to you now
Heart-shaped bruise - anchor tattoo
Its there in the rear view, reaching up behind you
Alabaster white - lips turned blue
Let her cross the river, the ferryman awaits
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4. |
Cough Ya Life Up
02:35
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Another day out of the coffin
The space in between the morning hadn't
Changed a fucking thing
Cos I'm still anxiously waiting
I'm waiting for the worst
Waiting for something to bite
Chomping at the bit
Getting through by the skin of my teeth
Never felt simply whelmed
Just got through one day at a time
Never faced shit straight on
Just got through one day at a time
Another week from hell
And I can live with these weekends if they
Let me control something
Until I'm back anxiously waiting
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5. |
Kick Against The Pricks
02:01
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Say nothing easy's worth your time
Living - its easy tethered and tied
Kick! kick! kick!
Kick against the pricks
STONE THE CROWS! Who'd a'known?
Payin' the piper calls the tune
And so it goes to the goads
To provoke evokes this...
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6. |
Whose To Lose
01:11
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Do we know our lives no other way?
Where did it go to, yesterday?
Its getting dark and morning comes with no warning
Who stole yesterday and what can I pay to get it back? (NOTHIN')
I have gotten old now
and now I've realised
I have become the enemy of my youth
whose to lose? (ME)
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7. |
Ignore, Avoid, Repeat
01:53
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Well. I swore it'd be a quiet night
One or two then closed eyes
But I'm hanging with the Captain again
And it's long gone 1a.m
It used to be Monday (Monday!)
Step 1 admit a problem
I'm creative I can solve them
Turn the other cheek
Ignore, avoid, repeat
(Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker and...tits)
But it's someone else's anniversary
Maybe next week now let me see
Oh yea! Claire told me her friends having another baby
And on this day in 2008 the great George Carlin passed away
That's why tonight Matthew
I'm staying up late
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8. |
Fuck Work
02:26
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As we drag ourselves up
Just to go again
And we hope there will be a moment
We can call our own
For hollow hints and empty threats
But a long time ago I broke...
When I broke my number one rule
Never to break the second two
Now the hours stagger down
As the days march aimlessly
And the nights wander into one
As I wait for a God
To tell me this is not the lot
And you wait for a sign
To interpret what you fucking like
If I could paint the picture
I wouldn’t have to set an alarm
Or plead with a clock
Until I can go home
Staring at calendars, crossing off dates
Praying to digits on a bank’s screen
And I play the part of the imposter and the ironist
It just turns out I am a fucking dick
As I wait for a God
To tell me this is not the lot
And you wait for a sign
To interpret what you fucking like
Now the weeks drag on (and on)
The weekends are another routine
As the years pile on top
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9. |
The Resignation Letter
02:46
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Got a pocket full of change
There's a man with a begging bowl
And I walk on by
Ask myself why
She's got a dark, dark heart,
And a mind that don't do her so well
And I don't take time
Let her know Im there
Am I really there?
(To) pare down your discontent
Share the wealth good fortune lent
To frauds like both of me
And is this what was really meant
Taking weakness for a strength
For every action a consequence
We're all just making it up as we go along
That old woman and me are blood
But her heart it don't pump enough
Outta sight, outta mind
One day outta time
She's ain't slept now for a month
Her head pounds like an old kick drum
And I never sympathise
Ask myself why
If Im really there?
Whats with this disconnect
Whats with these empty threats
That one day there might be a change
Whats with this temperament
Whats with these traits and ways
Its no way to behave but you don't know no other way
So thank you for the opportunity
I tried my best but there's nothing left oh its much too much for me
I wrote you a letter, dated and signed
Packed my things, made my peace, said my goodbyes
I won't see you around, see you around
Oh I hope I don't see you around
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10. |
10% Too Brutal
02:15
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Compass spinning
Why end up here?
Repeated rituals reversing shotgun with the fear
Globe rotating
Why stop right there?
Acquired attitudes accepting everything that’s near
In time it might not ever sink in
But I’m sure I’ll get used to it
Through repetitious waking
The PMA is almost in reach
Axis tilting
Won’t change what’s here
Stagnated surroundings suggesting never been more sincere
Atlas turning
Always lands there
Pathetic practices pretending just need someone’s ear
In time it might not ever sink in
But I’m sure I’ll get used to it
Through repetitious waking
The PMA is almost in reach
I am content!
Well adjusted!
Sphere orbiting
Stuck on right here
Dramatic dilemmas deserving just one more beer
Maps adorning
Walls (the) pins
Stay there
Comforted characters complying with another year
Not adjusting!
I am content.
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11. |
Black Flag Turned White
02:35
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I came, I saw and I went home again
It's god damn hard to run with your tail between your legs
It rained and it poured and it rained some fucking more
I wrung out my emotions with my clothes
That black flag turned white
At the very first sign
I'm so sick now of the sight
Black flag turned white
I'm ashamed, it's raw, I'll say it once again
It's god damn hard to run with your tail between your legs
Nothing ventured nothing gained the more things change they stay the same
Rung you but I never heard hello
I never heard hello
But I need you to know
We'll never make old bones
I'm so sorry my dear
On our knees we're gonna get thinner.
Our beaks won't reach over the trough for dinner
Enjoy the mud and grass whilst the mud and grass lasts
Even that'll be gone come winter
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Is it losing perspective if I can see this isn’t the first time?
Am I setting myself up for a fall if I don’t even, even try?
Do I need all the crazy doubts to stop?
Do I want every fucking thought to talk?
Do I wait for the useless hope and the stupid plans, stupid plans to rot?
Is my reality devoid if I dream this won’t have to be it forever?
Are they delusions of grandeur if I let myself believe the works…
...aren’t the fucking worst?
And I hold myself back and I don’t know why I do that
Maybe I am in too far I need a listless routine
(of always wanting more)
Do I need all the crazy doubts to stop?
Do I want every fucking thought to talk?
Do I wait for the useless hope and the stupid plans, stupid plans to rot?
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13. |
Hangover Bored
03:22
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Its a fusillade of fucking futility
The humdrum thrum of hard earned humility
An introspective case study of daily worry
And a note to myself not to wish it all away
In a hurry
It crossed my mind I was out of line
Another evening awry due to my
Inability to stay dry
Or even just a little damp
I upset you all over and said I don't recall
And that you exaggerate and overstate
But you know I know thats not the case
Its just easier for me to say that
Than Im just a piece of work...
In progress
Ill stay away forever and a day
If you say that you don't want me around
Ill pluck the strings of the worlds smallest violin
And cry the tears of a clown
Its a blitzkrieg blast of banality
This dull lull of our actual reality
An insipid example of the waste of a gift
And a note to self don't lose sight...
Theres more than this
It was a decade ago that we sang "If only, if only I could stop"
But the years in between suggest, well they suggest that I cannot
Im not ready yet and I don't know when
How many times until the penny drops
The biggest enemy is the one within
And the only way to start is..
To want to fucking begin
The process
So Ill stay away forever and a day
If you say that you don't want me around
Ill pluck the strings, the worlds smallest violin
And cry the tears of a clown
Ill play Nearer My God To Thee and gently weep
As that smile turns to a frown
Let the ship go down!
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