1. |
Beat It, Sandman
02:48
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He waits for my guard to drop
For a blink ending half way through
To place his hands on the wheel
And pitch me into the deep green blue
I musn't sleep
Eyelids creep
My head's full of buzzing bees
The night is old
Flying solo's cold
So beat it, Sandman, please!
He tunes the radio out
All the notes seem to be the same
Where was I, where am I now?
Stick or twist in a high stakes game
I mustn't sleep...
I daren't dream
Headlights scream
My brain's feeling like Swiss cheese
The road ain't straight
Gotta concentrate
So beat it, Sandman, please!
Can't see the sides of the road
Down this tunnel in the open air
Drifting in a straight line
He's round the next bend to take me there
I mustn't sleep...
I daren't dream...
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2. |
Looking On With A Brew
03:05
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Well I can’t help being a straight white man in a straight white country
And I can’t stand the injustices done in my name
But I’m just a bloke that plays in a band for the love not the money
Do you really believe that I’m to blame?
Now I’m not saying I’m innocent
But I’m not in cahoots with the devil
If not for lack of controversy, I could be on the teevee trying to pretend I’m a rebel
Fifty quid a show won’t fund an army
Especially not if you prop up the bar like we do
So don’t look at me when the world goes to war for a reason unknown or a cause immature
I’ll be looking on with a brew wondering just like you
Well I can’t help being born in the land of the living
And I can’t fathom the places I see on the news
But I’m just a bloke with small-time dreams like a tour or seven
And I’m just gonna sit and play the blues
Now I'm not saying we're heaven-sent
But I can't truthfully say we're terrible
If not for lack of business sense, we could be on the radio with an album to peddle
Fifty quid a show won’t fund an army
Especially not if you prop up the bar like we do
So don’t look at me when the world goes to war for a reason unknown or a cause immature
I’ll be looking on with a brew wondering just like you
I can’t help being based in a town miles from anywhere
Well probably I could but that’s by the bye
But I’m just a bloke with a stage to stoke and a good way to get there
And that’s what you’re looking to me for, and that’s alright
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3. |
47 Days
02:37
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Change, change in the air, storm on the horizon
Change, change in the air, new moon a-rising
Many words were spoken
Left a bitter taste
Resolved to repair what was broken
Forty seven days
Forty seven days
Change, change in the wind, difference in the weather
Change, change in the wind, heads coming together
Took the early train
To the west coast for a day
Resolved to join up once again
Forty seven days
Forty seven days
Diesel through the open window, opinion in the air
Sulzer swirl and singing rails our soundtrack for the day
Screaming down the tunnel, conversation everywhere
Got to get something together
Come what may
Forty seven days
Change, change on the way, quiet revolution
Change, change on the way, made a resolution
Meet in the basement
At the Belmont picture place
Began to get something together
Forty seven days
Forty seven days
Change
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4. |
Anything About Anything
03:44
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Consumers, by their nature, consume without cessation
Brandishing their credit cards, no thought, no hesitation
Shopping channels, superstores, corporate conurbation
It's no wonder we get sucked in, by weapons of thought castration
Nobody knows anything about anything now
Individuals have become irrelevant somehow
Got your mortgage, your car loan, taxes til you’re long gone
A hundred bills that you can’t name, to keep you at the grindstone
Advertisers, in your head, convince that you need one
Of every single product, in debtocracy’s toxic prize fund
Nobody knows anything about anything now
Individuals have become irrelevant somehow
If I wasn't part of the problem I'd be righteously pissed off; I hate to say it but
I'm one of those poor unfortunate souls that I've been speaking of...
Nobody knows anything about anything now
Individuals have become irrelevant somehow
If you heed the media you'll be one with the crowd
Disengage brain, and just blindly follow round & round (& round & round)
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5. |
Payment In Kind
02:59
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Living in your town
Has got its ups and downs
You’re always on the phone
Complaining that you’re on your own
I can be your man
As and when you need a helping hand
But there’s one thing you must learn
I’m after something in return
So I’m just biding my time
Awaiting payment in kind
Laying under your car
Warm fluids running down my arms
This horizontal time
Just wasn’t what I’d had in mind
Took so long to prise
Your calipers open wide
You’ve had me work so hard
Looking forward now to my reward
Still I’m waiting in line
Awaiting payment in kind
Looked me in the eye
And asked me if I’d like a ride
Well I jumped at the chance
I was thinking that you’d never ask
Vexed look on my face
When you drove me down the Chinese place
I was hoping that my pay
Would stretch to more than a takeaway
Seems I’ve been wasting my time
Awaiting payment in kind
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6. |
Beer Garden Time
04:24
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I want to ask a question of you if I may
When are you free to spend some time with me today?
Soak up gin, or rum, or beer, and sun
Mercury rising from the glass and up the tube
Lift up a drink to see the glittering ice cubes
Life's too short, to waste, indoors,
on days like these
Sun's such a tease
Come on now, Come with me
It's too hot, For work you see
Out instead, Good times ahead,
In the be-er garden!
You, in the shade, Dew on the curve
What a scene, Allow me to observe
Beckon me, Over to your shrine
You look so damn fine, It's beer garden time.
Make your excuses, make 'em good and get down here
Cancel all your meetings, get that schedule clear
Meet, your friends, bare skin, get bronze
And get a round in for your buddies, new and old
It matters not the poison please just make it cold
Raise, a glass, toast the toa-
sted escapees
Sun's such a tease
The clouds have blocked the sun and darkened up the sky
The party's over with a shiver and a sigh
Down, the hatch, and off, we crawl
Into a grey and dreary city, looks like rain
Wond'rin when we'll bask in sunshine once again
Make the most, of all, the op-
portunities
Ahh, the memories!
Here comes the sun!
Beer garden time!
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7. |
X-Communicated
02:46
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Don't look; You don't want to see this, and you'll
Get spooked; You'll never be the same
No fluke; It's a slanderous scene they say the
Left hook; Is what's to blame
X, (X,) communicated [horns]
X, (X,) communicated, wrong again, and on the receiving end
X, (X,) communicated [horns]
X, (X,) communicated, count to ten, then cue the silence
Big mess; Can't pretend you weren't the only
Witness; and can't deny your claim
Confess; How could you have known they would be
Undressed; and unashamed?
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8. |
Boy From A Small Town
02:33
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Boy. Boy from a small town
Staring out to sea
Boy. Boy from a small town
Seeing what can be
He doesn’t want love, he doesn’t want hate
Just wants to get out before it’s too late
Don’t turn back, don’t turn back
Let’s see what he can be
Boy. Boy from a small town
Looking at the city lights
Boy. Boy from a small town
Dazzled by the sights
He doesn’t want love, he doesn’t want hate
Just wants to get out before it’s too late
Don’t turn back, don’t turn back
Let’s see what he can be
Boy. Boy from a small town
Gazing at the sky
Boy. Boy from a small town
Trying not to live a lie
He doesn’t want love, he doesn’t want hate
Just wants to get out before it’s too late
Don’t turn back, don’t turn back
Let’s see what he can be
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9. |
Fading Away
03:08
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Playing footsie with the loot
Absent when it falls down the chute
Digging holes in the dirt
Cash that cheque 'cos I'm fading away
Did you forget to charge me up
'cos I'm fading away
Wallowing today
In dull shades of grey
So dip me in fluorescent paint
'cos I'm fading away
Dissipating out of view
Halt the slide and latch onto you
Digging heels in the dirt
Keep me in sight 'cos I'm fading away
Copper in your pocket stay
Worth less than it did yesterday
Digging pyrite from dirt
Hope good times return before we fade away
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10. |
Leave Me Alone
03:38
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Invincible but incapable
Your words are slurred and your eyes are spinning in your head
Well you might feel you’re on top of the world
But in the morning you’ll be wishing you were dead
Well I know that it takes all kinds
But you’re driving me out of my mind
So won’t you please just leave me alone
Your mouth’s like a small-house door blowing in the wind
Won’t you please just leave me alone
Well you can yell all you like, but I’m not gonna take it in
Girl you think you’re something special
Give me the eyes as you’re sipping on your gallon of gin
Your dress is cut down to half past two
It’s impossible to talk to you without falling in
Well I know…
So won’t you please…
Your two best friends there are in my face blocking my view
Won’t you please…
You can wear what you choose, but I’m not going home with you
Help yerselves
Fella why don’t you tell me
Why the band’s never gonna have a gold record on the wall
Self-appointed expert
Seems you’re a fully-qualified A-grade know-it-all
Well I know…
So won’t you please…
We don’t care if nobody cares who we are
Won’t you please…
Well you can say what you want, but I’m not gonna play guitar
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11. |
At The End Of The Line
02:47
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Took a walk into the town with the polling day looming large
Tried to gauge opinion on the streets
Sun was getting hazy and the atmosphere was growing thin
Nobody seemed worried in the least
I’m certain everything will turn out rosy
I’m certain everything will work out fine
If it turns out that my confidence was misplaced in any way
Then I’ll see you there
At the end of the line
Seven billion questions needing an answer, but there’s nothing done
We’re all too busy pushing each other around
Argument ensues about the colour of the bedroom walls
Meanwhile the house is burning down
Paper came in through my door telling me I’d everything to gain
Another paper telling me I’d all to lose
Devil and the deep blue sea staring at me from the ballot card
Oooh, whichever one will I choose?
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