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Who Are We?
02:15
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Sad victim of the overground
Talisman I wear against my heart
She knows she's not the first to shed some light on me
She knows she may well be the last
I've heard some rumours of a world outside
Beyond the circle of her arms
Strange legend of a race for time
Make-believe world of false alarms
Who are we?
Who are you to tell us, take a look at yourselves?
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Bumper To Bumper
02:32
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There's a desert wind moving the leaves around
And rhythm on the radio
I just picked up some headlines
I thought you might like to know
I've got high compression and four free wheels
And a change of scene is overdue
And I just can't wait to get back on the road
Bumper to bumper with you
Keep your fingers off my stick shift
If you can't take the pace
But there's a tune-up behind my headlamps
To bring the smile back to your face
I used to get my kicks on a solo cruise
Now the only thing I want to do
Is step on the gas and get back on the road
Bumper to bumper with you
I used to be the hotrod hotshot
Straining each and every iron nerve
With the devil behind me on a V8 trip
And my wheels on Dead Man's Curve
Now I'm looking forward to some locomotion
And burning off a little juice
And I just can't wait to get back on the road
Bumper to bumper with
Bumper to bumper with
Bumper to bumper with you
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3. |
Southern Ragtime
04:19
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I feel just like a waitress dropping 16 antique china plates (x2)
And no-one laughing but some juggler who never made the grade
I'm a poor wayfaring stranger, a stranger at this end of town (x2)
I never knew how far I'd travelled till the vigilantes rode me down
And it's dog eat dog when no-one can raise the price of beef (x2)
No-one bites harder than an old man with a brand new set of second-hand teeth
I'm a poor wayfaring stranger, a stranger at this end of town (x2)
I never knew that I was winning till some loser tried to slow me down
If your axe catch fire and there ain't no water to be found (x2)
You'll never know you're hot till some turkey tries to damp you down
It's front-page news, paranoia on the inside lane (x2)
They might even take your picture
But they're setting you up and knocking you down
They're fitting you up for the frame
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4. |
Old White Lightning
02:04
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I went down to see my lady
But someone spread the news all over town
I said ‘I don’t mind what you call me,
But won’t you keep your sweet voice down?’
Might have been old white lightning
Might have been old sloe gin
Might have been barley, or it might have been malt
But it’s really done me in
If I go back to see my lady
I know just where she’s at
She’s got an ice-pack for my aching head
And an ice-pick for my back
Might have been old Sal Stacey
Might have been Lucy-Lynne
Might have been Lisa, might have been Liz
But she really did me in
I think I’ll steer my feet to the river
Marking time to the thump in my head
I think I might just die of too much wine
And it’ll save you changing the bed
Might have been smack or cocaine
Petrol or paraffin
Might have been Bostik or North Sea gas
But I swear it’s done me in
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Paradise Deferred
01:55
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Wounded hearts and guilty pleasures
Walking home too late at night
Ecstatic pain and hidden treasure
Gardens in the early morning light
Ghostly in the morning light
Wanting you was all too easy
Having you was mostly pain
Yet I'm here at your back door
To make that same mistake again
That same mistake again
We never were so close to heaven
Hopes of paradise deferred
We may not meet again this side of heaven
Hoping for more would be absurd
More would be absurd
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6. |
I Don't Take Chances
03:08
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Since we first met I've loved and lost at least a dozen times
Till one day I discovered I love you
I don't know if you could love me, I haven't dared to ask
But all the same, in case one day you do
I don't walk under ladders, I throw salt across my shoulder
And as for lucky charms, I have a few
I look both ways crossing one-way streets with all my fingers crossed
I don't take chances since I fell for you
I counted on your friendship in a world of time and changes
Till I realized I was no longer free
It seems that I was meant to love you, and I mean to stay intact
In case one day you find you've need of me
So I keep one eye on my horoscope and one ear to the phone
In hopes that you might call me some sweet day
I keep both eyes peeled for black cats and I touch wood when I can
Hoarding every bit of luck that comes my way
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7. |
This Song's Not Over
02:08
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This song's not over
We'd best take what we're owed
So pack your bags
And let's get on the road
We've had our share of bruising
We drank some bitter wine
But I'm sick and tired of losing
So let's try one more time
I guess we broke too easy
I know I dragged my feet
But hold on, and we'll make it
Right back to Easy Street
We were building up too much
To let the pieces drop
If we both try some humble pie
We can take it from the top
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8. |
Almost Satisfied
01:39
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I was down so long I thought I'd lost my feet
Till I found myself in sight of Easy Street
With the one who loves me somewhere near my side
And I tell you, people, I'm almost satisfied
Sometimes you win, sometimes you sing the blues
But now I'm only listening to good news
There's the one who loves me somewhere near my side
And I tell you, people, I'm almost satisfied
One day soon we'll break that witch's ring
And find ourselves some happy songs to sing
With someone to love, walking side by side
And I tell you, people, we'll be more than satisfied
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I used to think that life was for living
I was grateful for each and every day
I thought if we all tried a little harder
The world might be improved in some small way
But then you deflated my illusions
And made me see the error of my ways
You made me realize there is no black or white
Just a mediocre shade of grey
So thanks for nothing, Ephraim Clutterbox
You made me see the writing on the wall
You've rid me of so much of my foolish make-believe
That now I don't believe in you at all
I used to be a gullible romantic
With a vague belief in beauty, truth and right
And a taste for lullabies and good intentions
With a sporadic urge to fight the good fight
But you told me it was all a social fiction
And I was too naive to disagree
When you exposed my neurotic motivation
And unhealthy craving for security
I've had enough of you, Ephraim Clutterbox
Your belief that it's all lies and you can't win
Your rational, so logical indifference
To anything that's worth believing in
So this is the end, beautiful Ephraim
But I want you to know before you leave
I can kid myself your kind can be safely ignored
If enough people start to believe
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10. |
Southside
02:25
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I’ve got a woman on the Southside
Two more above the timberline
But it’s you, you, you
In my heart and on my mind
I followed you across the city
Anywhere your footprints led
But I just can’t stand to think of you
In that other man’s bed
I’m going across the river
To some bar where the lights don’t burn too bright
I might need you so bad right now
But I won’t even know your name by midnight
I’m leaving soon one morning
For any place my footsteps fall
If I can’t pay the fare
I’ll walk till I have to crawl
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11. |
Marking Time
01:30
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We both know the lines
And we both know the score
And we sit drinking scotch
With no time for one more
And the time shuffles past
Like a drunk in a bar
Our hands meet and lock
Trying to cover the scar
And just like a sundial
The shadow moves round
Helping to darken the good news
We just found
Outside our four walls
There’s another day’s rain
Inside our two minds
Another day’s pain
Now down the road walking
Our footsteps in rhyme
It seems for so long
We’ve been just marking time
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12. |
White Noise
02:56
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The puppet master has turned his back
On the farewell appearance of the men in black
But he can't stop thinking 'bout the shape he's in
Heavy water seeping through his skin
Input/output all of the time
There's only white noise out there on the line
He's got the moves, but he's worn so thin
He tried to be polite, but they cut his strings
His voice is rusty and his chords are crude
His fingers are raw and his head is screwed
Input/output all of the time
There's only white noise out there on the line
White noise [white noise] in the air
White noise [white noise] everywhere
White noise [white noise] all around
White noise [white noise] the only sound
His skin is crawling, his resistance is low
There's an overload building with nowhere to go
The feedback generates so much heat
He's got to boost his signal out in the street
Input/output all of the time
There's only white noise out there on the line
There's only white noise at the end of the line
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13. |
Wish I'd Said That
03:03
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I had some things to say, but you took me by surprise
I can't believe the words you said, or the look in your eyes
You don't want me in your life, you said "Go and don't come back"
You told me you don't give a damn and I wish I'd said that
I thought that we could talk, but you beat me to the punch
I thought you were really something else, turns out you're just out to lunch
You said "Don't talk, just walk, don't stand around, get off my back"
You said "I just don't want to know" and I wish I'd said that
It's too late to change your mind now your back's against the wall
Now all I want from you is the chance to see you crawl
But I'll take you at your word, and I never will look back
Turns out that I don't give a damn – don't you wish you'd said that?
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14. |
Seven Years In The Sand
01:35
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Seven years in the sand
Seems a long time somehow
Never mind, tosh, you'll soon be dead
100 years from now
The pay is low, the food is rank
You get jankers now and then
You're fed almost entirely on
The produce of the hen
Seven years in the sand
Seems a long time somehow
Never mind, tosh, you'll soon be dead
100 years from now
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15. |
My Kind Of Lady
03:26
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You could bite like a shark, you could kick like a mule
And sometimes I felt like the worst kind of fool
My luck ran out on the day that I fell
I always lay trapped between heaven and hell
But you were my kind of lady
Through the highs and the lows, the ups and the downs
You were my kind of lady
And I miss having you around
You were ice and fire, sunshine and rain
You used and abused me and scrambled my brain
But the nights flew by and the days were too long
When you were the singer and I was the song
You were so gentle through loving nights
You were crazy and savage, you knew how to fight
You were sharp as a razor, soft as a sigh
Warm as a kiss and as cold as a lie
Life now is easy, peaceful and calm
Long gentle nights in another girl's arms
But sometimes I wake from a dream long gone
When I was the singer and you were the song
And you were my lady
Through the highs and the lows, the ups and the downs
You were my kind of lady
And I miss having you around
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David A. Harley England, UK
David Harley is a former professional musician, administrator, IT security editor, author and researcher, and former much else that is even less impressive. He now lives in Cornwall. More info at whealalice.com
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