1. |
The Rash
02:52
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I am the rash
The hasty whim
That took you for a crash
You set yourself
The task of pushing
Bottles off a shelf
Under a cloud
Your secret’s out
I whispered it too loud
This is the police
We have a job
For your criminal niece
I am the rash
The ugliness
Of questions for my cash
You taught yourself
The art of saying
Nothing with your mouth
Pockets of rain
Will keep your skinny fingers
Wet again
This is the police
We sold your sleeping beauty
To a thief
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2. |
Constant Wrong
02:37
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I’m up against it
Like a constant wrong
I told the teller
With a tasteless tongue
They let me have it
But I took too long
Five frozen fingers
Found I can’t sleep
(Can’t sleep)
The gypsy cursed me
With a constant wrong
I’ll be your table
I’m so put upon
If you’re so evil
Why’d you turn me on?
Ten times I told ya
That I can’t speak
(Can’t speak)
Ahhh
Listen to nobody…
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3. |
Envy Green
02:36
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Suits me, dressed up, envy green
Saw my girl on the TV screen
In spite of me, yeah
In spite of me, yeah
World fell down, gonna let it roll
Put the past back down in the blackest hole
In spite of me, yeah
In spite of me, yeah
Left myself where the last one lives
She’s a star and she still forgives
In spite of me, yeah
In spite of me, yeah
Had this house on the riverbank
She set sail, soon this one sank
Inside of me, yeah
Inside of me, yeah
Eggs in boxes
Eggs in boxes
In spite of me, yeah
In spite of me, yeah…
Eggs in boxes…
In spite of me, yeah…
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4. |
No Names
03:44
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Saw you with a good vibration…
Didn’t wanna get no names wrong…
Never wanna get no names wrong
Saw you with a soft flirtation…
Saw you with a wrong relation…
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5. |
Four And Twenty Hands
03:07
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Found I’m feeling just a little bit Tuesday
Smashing glasses on a Monday night
Little looser like I’m chip shop-chasing
Feeling wretched, getting nothing right
I can’t count my bands
On four and twenty hands…
Find I’m feeling like a little bit Tuesday
Blowing glasses on a Monday night
Little loser going chip shop-cheating
Workaholic doing nothing right
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6. |
Solo Flight
03:05
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Everybody’s got something you want, too
And not the things you’re thinking through
So you’re sticking to the scent like super glue
Why let the beauty spoil the view?
And it’s a solo flight
It’s a solo…
Time is talking up the average settled-for
Time took too much of you once more
Friendly folk who do the fighting, tooth and claw
Try talking with a gently-broken jaw
We won a worthless prize
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I’m not trying to not tell you
I’m not trying to not tell you
So you think I thought I knew
I’m not trying to not tell you
So he found an office space
And got his daughter off her face
He read it out of her bookcase
And shopped with her for silk and lace
She don’t know who’s best to call
Her mouth can’t speak no words at all
A winner ’til she dropped the ball
They saw it on her bathroom wall
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8. |
Kite On A Hill
01:41
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Kite on a hill
And I’m crashing your landing
Blew me away
With your black understanding
Night of the kill
And you’re breaking your band in
High on a hill
High on a hill
High on a hill
Kite on a hill
And I’m flying, you’re falling
Threw it away
When your captain came calling
White of a pill
And the comedown’s appalling
High on a hill
High on a hill
High on a hill
High on a hill…
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’Til it’s time to travel
Postcards to and from Spain
Tied up tight when you work all night
It might as well as just rain
In Valencia
Neighbours stealing your mail
In Valencia
Girlfriend’s going to jail
Remind me there’s better
Postcards to and from Spain
Kinda kiss won’t feel like this
It can’t just always just rain
In Valencia
Save yourself by the sea
In Valencia
You’re the Mediterranean me
Take old-time tradition
Postcards to and from Spain
To and fro with the whitest crow
And ever since not the same
In Valencia
Race yourself ‘cross the beach
In Valencia
Type o’ twin I can’t reach
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10. |
So Not The One
02:00
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You’re so full of fun
You can’t but look away
Every day
You’re over and done
You can’t but walk away
Every day
You’re so burnt by sun
You can’t but hide away
Every day
You’re so not the one
You can’t but fade away
Every day
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11. |
Why Don't You Watutsi
01:52
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Why don’t you Watutsi
When I’m sinking in the blue sea
With the miracle inside me
And the pinnacle behind me
Why don’t you watutsi
Why’d you want your jelly juicy?
With the nadir beside me
And the apex damn denied me
Why don’t you watutsi
Let the Labrador run, Lucy
It’s impossible to find me
I’m imagined, don’t remind me
Why don’t you watutsi…
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12. |
Touch Love
02:28
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Touch love
Touch lo-ove…
If your lifestyle is stuck making movies
If you sing it like that, make it rain
If you’re writing a book, make it groovy
If you’re staging a play in your brain
If your lifestyle is still making magic
If your party trick’s slow-burning rain
If you know what it means to be tragic
If you know how it feels to be plain
You can spend all your time waiting tables
You can learn all your tables in time
And the people who live on the ceiling
Tasted orange and lemon and lime
And the needle you thread through the keyhole
Is the same as the one in your eye
If you’re changing your name using deed pole
Well, your sister’s one hell of a guy
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Life is like an emergency
G & T in the A & E
Firegirl put the thirst in me
Hit the brakes on the M40
Breathing in a catastrophe
Broken man up a broken tree
Kill the dead that’s inside of me
Dying for an apology
Looks like high
To the untrained eye…
Life is like an emergency
Jumpin’ Jack got no sympathy
Pendle witch set the dogs on me
Hit a wall in the industry
We’re endorsing a travesty
Celebrating some entropy
Future king doesn’t wanna be
Scummy life be the death of me
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14. |
Millionaire
02:49
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Sunlight fills the air
Everywhere
If you say it’s me
I’m a millionaire
Everything’s so cheap
It’s not fair
Struck some gold when I saw you
Sunlight fills the air
Everywhere
If you say it’s me
I’m a millionaire
Everything’s so cheap
Baby, it’s not fair
Struck some oil down in the English soil
Sunlight fills the air
Everywhere
If you say it’s me
I’m a millionaire
Everything’s so cheap
Honey, it’s not fair
Golden light if I can get this right
Hold that tight when you’re at work tonight
La, la, la, la, lah
I’m a millionaire…
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15. |
Witness Man
02:49
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There’s a witness man upon the floor
Victim never made it out the door
There’s a witness man on Bedford Street
Chucking rubbish good enough to eat
There’s a witness man in every school
Mister expert used to be a fool
There’s a witness man inside your work
Pretty flowers growing in the dirt
There’s a witness man on telephones
Only one who’s digging up the bones
There’s a witness man in front of books
Call a lawyer - isn’t how it looks
There’s a witness man you’ve seen before
With a judge who’s breaking him the law
There’s a witness man who wants to meet
Mister risky used to be discreet
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