1. |
Bang Out Of Order
04:04
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So kiss goodbye to the life that you once knew
Yes it's gone forever and there's little you can do
You left your footprints on a footpath that had already been marked
So now consign it to the wasteland that they sometimes call 'The Past'
I've been on every train
It's all the same
Once you've been on it
And it does nothing for your heart or soul if you were truly honest
Every backstreet bar and stolen car tried, tested then laid to waste
You must look forward and not backward and do so with certain haste
Every stolen kiss and fumble must remain a memory
They say time is on your side yet it remains an enemy
I was at the gates of Holloway when I begged them 'Take me down!'
They said 'Get lost my son, you are no fun, for you're already damned!'
But you were bang out of order
When you said I was not important
To anybody but myself....
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2. |
Buckle Up Shackle Down
03:14
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And it came to me in a dream
Exactly what the past did mean
And what you meant
By the things you said
And now there's sense in what I've seen
Tears on the telephone
You said it was because
You were on your own
But now I know the truth
As I always will
It was a good job I was naive
Or I might have killed
Buckle up and shackle down
Knuckles up and tackled down
You may have stained my heart
But you will not stain the memory....
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3. |
Stagehand Job
03:35
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Young, inspired and dashing
On the dancefloor
You were really something
You made my dream come true
Although it WAS just a dream
And while others interact on the screen
We went to alcoves neither of us had been
And you made my dream come true
Although it WAS just a dream
Let me try your patience
In many situations
How do you treat your patients?
Tell me is it just a dream?
Won't you try my patience?
Won't you try my patience?
And don't let reality end the dream...
Don't let reality end the dream
So how did you know my name?
Nobody ever asks me what's my name
So how did you know my name?
Did I make anybody else seem so tame?
I bet you thought I'd answered your prayers
When I came bounding down the stairs
But did you not stop to ask why
You felt no gun against your thigh?
Doctor, doctor
Do you think that they saw us?
Doctor, doctor
I'm a terminal illness
Don't let reality end the dream...
Don't let reality end the dream.
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4. |
Faceless Beggar
04:49
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Faceless in the literal sense
Ensuring commuters feel tense
His face is charred
His lips are red
His voice recalls a nameless dread
He has no ears
He lacks a nose
It's Bank Station - the place he goes
Burnt alive at twenty five
For not paying villains on time
He's begging....
He's begging....
Features gone
And flaking skin
So how much change can you give him?
His face is proper horror show
But still emits a daunting glow
When he's begging....
Oh he's begging....
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5. |
Gone To The Dogs
03:26
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Dragged out longer than is
Humanly impossible
Dragged out slower than is
Humanly implausible
It's simply inhumane
It's virtually insane
It IS that inhumane
That it borders on insane
The only thing
You ever did
Was drain me of
The will to live
Yes
You know
You've gone to the dogs
In the winter I sat
In a cafe with a book
And within a few months
My whole world, it shook
You appeared at dawn
And disappeared by noon
And, yes, it IS such a travesty
That you left so soon
Some things get dragged out
Some things get still born
Some people get drained
And others' hearts, they get torn
Yes
You know
You've gone to the dogs
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6. |
Tears
02:05
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7. |
Fallen Star
03:23
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Now you're living in a basement
Down in Westbourne Park
Where the prospects for the future
Are both grim and stark
There was once a time when people
Said "hello" in the street
But now it's time for you to bow your head
And admit defeat
Fallen star
How no one wonders who you are
Fallen star
No one remembers who you are
I think you graced my television
Maybe five years ago
And now you're back inside the Job Centre
Completely unknown
And if I saw you in the street
Maybe I would say "hello"
But such a greeting when you're beaten
Could well come as a blow
Fallen star...
Fallen star...
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Recounting the tale of the sixteen miles I cycled
In order to lay my hands on some dusty vinyl
A second hand record shop where you'd spend all day long
I left with a 12" but found my bicycle gone
In the olden days, things were much better
(Except they weren't really, were they?)
Given the choice of the "then" and the "now"
Deep down, we would all choose today
I loved you then and I love you now (you silly old fool)
A coffee in the cafe by the side of the road
As meeting places went, it was the only to go
If you wanted to recover from a night of gloom
You would go and have a fry-up in that greasy spoon
If you ever visit my hometown
Make sure your belongings are nailed down....
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9. |
Telephone
01:23
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10. |
Will Kill Again
04:24
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Tears for the palace
That surely beg belief
Are they tears of sadness
Or simply of relief?
Tears by the palace
Certainly beg belief
You can't have known the dead
So what justifies your grief?
Tears by the tunnel
Reverberate no end
But those you deem responsible
Will surely kill again
An antiquated fairytale
That surely met its end
And those you deem responsible
Are bound to kill again
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11. |
Some Kind Of Madness
03:33
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The hand of fate
Disrupts the pace
Of the life you try to live
We had no clue
We never knew
The mess we found ourselves in
I saw your smile
It took a while
But it was you I wanted badly
To make you mine
Disrupt my life
I would have done so gladly
Still I could see
It was not to be
The myth in my mind remained a dream
There was always some kind of madness
Running through me
As we sat in the park
We let time pass
Not knowing not all of us would be living
The hand of fate
Disrupts the pace
And remains so unforgiving
Still I could see
It was not to be
The myth in my mind remained a dream
There was always some kind of madness
Running through me
There was always some kind of madness
Running through me
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12. |
To All But Us
04:53
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The story starts
A steep, unstable road
Leading to hideaways
Unknown
To all but us
To all but us
The rain had come down, it had littered the ground
With still-green leaves and all things in between
The soil was mush and the grass cast in dew
and I sat on a bench trying to talk to you
The bark from the branches covered the footpath
That led to wherever we envisaged it might
The day had been long and before we were gone
We were playing old records well into the night
We could not see the future; Had no regard for the past
For in these days of yore we lived each like the last
But those days have passed
Yes those days have passed
Oh, I'm sorry to say
Those days are in the past.
The story ends
A steep, unstable road
Leading to hideaways
Now known
To all but us
To all but us
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Liquorice River London, UK
Liquorice River take you on an aural journey fuelled by bitter nostalgia and sardonic sentimentality, stopping off along the way at junctions of 60's psychedelia, glam, dub, folk, indiepop, krautrock and interludes of both a cinematic and electronic nature. Witty poems of longing and lust narrate a sonic film about life itself. ... more
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