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Ordinary Man
04:34
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In a palace of ice, this side of paradise
Its a long way out, a short way in
For all the sad young men
With a taste for irony, and the offshore piracy
Oh benediction, we were slammed
By the beautiful and damned
I may bend, I may bite
I may buckle in the night
Slow my hand, because I am
Just an ordinary man
Holding on, because things will get easier
If I sing this song when I'm delirious
For a day on a throne, he resolved to walk alone
So he ploughed a field of sound
Until his blood spilt on the ground
And the tales he was told, made his blood run hot then cold
Winter dreams, jelly beans
The camel's back and majesty
Holding on, because things will get easier
If I sing this song when I'm delirious
Oh brother keep holding on
Because things will get easier
If you sing this song when you're delirious
Oh russet witch, Mr Ick, keep them coming fast and thick
The freshest boy, a perfect life
And tender is the night
Now I won't bend, I won't bite
I won't buckle in the night
Slow my hand, because I am
Just an ordinary man
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Overtones of Sierra Leone
Meat hanging from the bone, now that I've let you go
All of my LPs scratched & lost the thread
All the sleeves are torn & scattered on the bed
Everyone around has been awake for days
Peace & order here just seems to slip away
As I hear the words I scrawl them on the wall
The growing fear within to hear the hammer fall
I'm not in denial, I know I'm in the red
And all the peaceful loving hippies want me dead
Overtones of Sierra Leone
Meat hanging from the bone, now that I've let you go
Waiting for the answers to your dreams
Its never quite as it seemed before intruders & their schemes
Never quite as it seems
Change has come around like an unwelcome guest
My patience panicing, I hold it to my chest
Though it occurs to me not to put it to the test
As I know this frame of mind I'm in is dangerous at best
Overtones of Sierra Leone
Meat hanging from the bone, now that I've let you go
Waiting for the answers to your dreams
Its never quite as it seemed before intruders & their schemes
Never quite as it seems
Overtones of Sierra Leone
Meat hanging from the bone, now that I've let you go
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Another Light
02:55
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In another light your eyes don't seem to follow me
As you walk between the walls and leave behind a part of you
In another life you time stretches out ahead of me
And the sun shines through the door casting shadows on your frame
I'm passing out again
As you roam a haunted palace you are radiant and blind
You echo out of time around the corners of my mind
Hey old friend of mine you echo out of time
On a summer's night the same sky is hanging over me
And the moments by your side are sleeping in the sea
I'm passing out again
As you roam a haunted palace you are radiant and blind
You echo out of time around corners of my mind
Hey old friend of mine you echo out of time
You echo out of time.
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My Cloud is Like a Tree
03:07
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My mind is of the imploding kind
You'll see, my cloud is like a tree
It feels good, to be misunderstood
If it didn't belong to me
Then I'm not out of my tree
Wouldn't you agree?
I don't mind people who stare at my kind
Eyeliner is always a sure sign
And I sure would
Feels good, to be misunderstood
If it didn't belong to me
Then I'm not out of my tree
Wouldn't you agree?
If its all the same with you I'll be on my way
I have other things to do with my day
If its all the same with you...
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The Very Last Boy Alive
02:24
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Say you’ll follow me through the good times
I bet you will
Save a part of it when the world stands still
The purest place on Earth
The very last boy alive
Face to face with the man who sold your time
Now blow his mind
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The Parables of Peanuts
02:39
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The Red Baron is hiding behind a cloud
And you’re Snoopy, a foodbowl on your head
A red hankerchief, hanging from a stick
Or in the back of cars that make you sick
Oh sit down son, I’ll tell you what you’re worth
Oh sit sown son, come floating back to Earth
A broken orchard, the summer lasts for years
Behind the sundial, the elven disappear
And from the old oak, a tire as aswing hangs low
The noble wolfhound is gentle with the crow
Oh sit down son, I’ll tell you what you’re worth
Oh sit sown son, come floating back
And give me a wide birth
In between the dirt and the pine
In between what’s fucked and what’s fine
An errant light bulb burning at your feet
Take revenge on a kite-eating tree
The boy with the blanket who pats birds on the head
He told you he dreams of flying, and this is what you said
Oh sit down son, I’ll tell you what you’re worth
Oh sit sown son, come floating back to Earth
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Gone
04:13
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If there was ever a call here to cause alarm
I’d like a nuclear bomb
I’m here with the Prozac & broken arm
Third time’s a charm
On the top of the world in a surgical gown
And it’s a long way down
See I’m a believer with glandular fever
Council to the crown
But if it was up to me though
I could just disappear
And be gone, gone, gone
I wouldn’t have to tell anyone
I could just up and go
As you’re flicking the glass I’m at the water’s edge
Still pitching a wedge
Are you seeing a pattern, are you splitting the atom
Down here on the farm
Everything’s fine, yes I’m feeling ok
Don’t look at me that way
See I’m a deceiver with a lacrimal gland
I can cry on demand
But if it was up to me though
I could just disappear
And be gone, gone, gone
I wouldn’t have to tell anyone
I could just up and go
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Owe It To Yourself
03:41
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You’re at the party and so you feel inclined
To up the ante and have another line
Headstrong, you’re punching at the air
Always tarde, always debonair
Before long in the corner of your mind
A sister that you left behind
A brother, the last one of a pair
You say your goodbyes & leave to take the air
And you’re uptight as you try & catch your breath
It’s no crime to think about your health
High time, but there’s always something else
But you owe it to yourself
You owe it to yourself
And no one else can make it happen
When you were younger you met a clever man
Who helped you to formulate a plan
Now the plan weighs heavy on the shelf
As you focus on anybody else
And its uptight, its hard to weigh your worth
It’s no crime its for your mental health
High time, but there’s always something else
You owe it to yourself
You owe it to yourself and no one else
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Spitting
01:30
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If you feel inclined to spit in my eye
F.Y.I, I’m not a pacifist & don’t see why we should all get along
A decent guy, I make no apologies & don’t see why we should all get along
It may sound wrong but a well place bomb could allay, do away with you all
When in doubt & patience runs out
An affray, have a brawl, kill ‘em all
So if you feel inclined to spit in my eye…
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New Pair
03:14
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He sets up his page like he had paid someone
To curry belief
And it only seemed to worsen
That’s what he done
He said he ain’t gonna work for no one else to choose
A mile in his shoes
He says now I need a new pair son
And that’s you done
He held out a map to the new friend he found
Who sighed with relief
And said I’ve come for the ransom, and your harpoon gun
And he looks at the world through anaesthesic shades
With scratch on the lens
He says now I need a new pair son, then I’ll be a new person
And then that’s you done
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Alone (for Aaron)
03:25
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On The Coast of Silence is where I spent my present tense
I needed a little time to myself
And now I learnt to drive, I volunteered for shifting gears
The most alive I’d felt for years
Then a glorious sound fills my ears
And I know what you are
So I returned to the rock
For such a little place it seems to have taken so much
And from the dust to dust
With eager hands that reach for love, that reach for love
With a glorious sound, it fills our ears
And we know what you are
Memories of when the world was new & you were tumbling
And everything that was, it was for you
Dissembling, hysterical, you never can forget the sighs
Of your mother’s heart and of her eyes
And oh! her cries
Of pain
With a glorious sound that fills our ears
And we know what you are
A glorious sound fills my ears
And I know what you are
What you are
What you are
What you are
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Cats & Birds
03:46
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Don’t talk to me about love
You only hear what you want to hear
Don’t talk to me about love
You only see what you want to see
Then the cats start dragging the birds down from the trees
Don’t talk to me about faith
You only hear what you want to hear
Don’t talk to me about trust
You only see what you want to see
Then the cats start dragging the birds down from the trees
Don’t talk to me about music
You only hear what you want to hear
Don’t talk to me about art
You only see what you want to see
Then the cats start dragging the birds down from the trees
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