1. |
Time To Go
04:02
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Time to go
Time to go
Let the black angels know
All the hometown dreams
Yeah, I know
Time to go
Time to go
Let the dark angels know
All the oldtime dreams
Yeah, I know
There it goes
What a waste
And it shows on your face
Take your aim
Cupid, draw back your bow
In the blue ocean
And in the red burning sand
We’re all stuck
We’re all trapped
To and fro
There it goes
What a waste
As it blows in your face
It’s a race
On your marks, get set, go
With a real rocking band
We can storm Disneyland
Off with deadheads
And on with the show
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2. |
Nobody That You Know
03:31
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Hi, there’s blackout blinds on Blank Street
Red church steps where all the kids meet
You saw mannequins in windows
Let’s sit back and watch her hair grow
I got to pull me up
You got to pull me up
I got to pull me up
You got to pull me up
High, like shooting stars and rainbows
Down from Heaven and what God knows
They like followers with left feet
Still, you hate the boys on Love Street
I got to pull me up
You got to pull you up
I got to pull me up
You got to pull you up
Hi, they’re buying cash in Queer Street
Down where pigeons make their wings beat
You sold bargain shoes in Frisco
I’m like nobody that you know
I got to pull me up
I got to pull you up
I got to pull us up
I got to pull us up
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Miss And Master Mentally
03:02
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Miss and Master Mentally
Never really notice coming home
Miss and Master Mentally
Never really talk on telephones
I’m lost in the place where I’ve gone to
With not much here to hold on to
I know that you would if you could do
Can I get a sign?
Miss and Master Mentally
Never really spit out little bones
Miss and Master Mentally
Never really ever are alone
I’m lost in the place that I’ve gone to
There’s not much left to hold on to
I know that you will if you want to
Can I get a sign?…
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Cobwebs
03:56
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I’m caught up in cobwebs
Not where no one wants to be
Caught up in cobwebs
Haunting this house quietly
You can hold my hand for free
Family secrets stop with me
You can hold my hand for free
Paying guests can stay with me
I’m caught up in cobwebs
Makes it very hard to leave
Caught up in cobwebs
Scream and shout and hurt and grieve
You can hold my hand for free
Family secrets stop with me
You can hold my hand for free
Paying guests still stay with me
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5. |
Sing Sad Softly
04:24
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Sing sad softly
Baby, hang on…
And her bleeding heart
Was dripping red
Got the wrong times tables
In her head
In a sweetie tin
In a coffee jar
On a sticky seat
In a rusty car
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Tim Chaplin UK
Purveyor of sad English pop songs.
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