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Bank Tellers
05:10
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When the sea has come to rest and
All around your hat
Settles on a conference teaching electricians
This and that
And corners of the theatre still erupt in fake applause
I would’ve baked a thousand buns but I realised the cooker was yours
And I had no right
To be baking in the night
I’ve walked down several postcards
I’ve danced in pudding too
You’ve given speeches behind the cobblers
Biting off all the you can chew
And the crowds let you know their displeasure
You were raked across the coals
In the upper half of blackburn, Lancashire
Where they keep all the unused holes
And I had no solution
To the abandoned elocution
Of bank tellers
We’ve fought the rising octopus
Who has opinions on everything
Slithery limbs erupting in all directions
On tiny annoying bells they like to ring
But the bowler hatted magistrate
bends to pick up the broken flowers
Scattered on the cobbles from an argument last night
when the pub kicked out after hours
And he gets no peace
And can find no release
From bank tellers
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Save Us
05:04
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I got your order
Cheese and Bologna sandwich
On a hard roll
Always on a hard roll
The sun scorched the weeds
And everything else while we’re at it
I took a stroll
I took a stroll
I rung the number
Got a confusing answer machine message
and so we had words
We always have words
I leave a part of the garden
That’s just for the animals
and the birds
It’s for the birds
Driving passed farms and silos
Ponds and crazy rivers
Maybe there’s someone round the next corner
Who can forgive us
There’s no example I can invent
Where I don’t love you with every breath
from now till my death and passed it
I flew the coup
For far flung corners and greener pastures
We had a good time
You’re always a good time
That Italian mask that hung by the stairs
Was red, and grotesque and perfect and lost
But for a brief moment there it was mine
It was always mine
Riding towards factories and airstrips
The amount of concrete is contagious
Maybe there’s someone round the next corner
Who can save us
There’s no example I can come up with
Where I don’t love you with every breath
from now till my death and passed it
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3. |
The Eyes of a Hurricane
06:21
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Load it up
Load up the bag
We’ve been here too long I think
Crowded stairwells
Of ne'er-do-wells
And the machines on the brink
Of collapse
And disaster
Nobody lives
Happy ever after
In the eyes of their mothers
Pack it in
We’ve had enough
You’ve destroyed all that’s in your wake
Tall grey monoliths
No signs of blacksmiths
Get out for goodness sake
No one will hire you
There’s broken ramps
Nobody sings anymore
Underneath street lamps
In the eyes of the hurricane
In the eyes of the hurricane
You appear quite insane
Your spinning bow tie not withstanding
In the eyes of the hurricane
Mr. Walpole’s throbbing migraine
Is a poor substitute for understanding
The eyes of a hurricane
Run the gamut
But not the gammon
Hamming it up is not the answer
Pockets of whiskered types
Sharing painful gripes
In front of nonchalant exotic dancers
They twirl their tassels
No one cares
And no one wants to give up
Any of the good chairs
In the eyes of a hurricane
In the eyes of the hurricane
You’ll never find Diane Lane
Her curious body of work not withstanding
In the eyes of the hurricane
Stretched out across the earth like a varacous vein
No one in government or on the thrown is understanding
The eyes of a hurricane
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4. |
Winkity Plinkity
03:17
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Winkity plinkity the social media entity
Grows madder and balder by the second
Scientists in Illinois frantically calculate the density
Of all the little monsters it has beckoned
And we sit in a circle pointing fingers at each other
While the walls of the temple shake
You’ve never heard a din quite like
A thousand Belgians on their bike
While the algorithm tries to work out
Which one’s fake
Oh you can’t get to Cleethorpes on a moped
And Jet skis aren’t allowed in Nuneaton
You’ll never play Carnegie Hall unless you practice
Or unless every morning you are routinely beaten
You can’t find Nicaragua on a map
Your children are refusing to clap
At the man who wants to show them all his tricks
You’re spitting at the city gates
Told to leave by moustached men irate
So you crawl back to your Doritos and brownie mix
Everyone’s a critic and are choosing what to picket
While the earth’s basic foundations have collapsed
You’ve not put the clean laundry in its place
You’ve still got war paint on your face
And all your streaming subscriptions have lapsed
And we sit in dusty rooms forgetting all we know about an abacus
Egomaniacs and nazi pets on the telly
You have never been a part of
Someone who disregards the love
Of all the individuals that got them to where they live quite comfortably
Oh you can’t get to Cleethorpes on a pogo stick
And pack a Macs aren’t allowed in Nuneaton
You’ll never play chopsticks like a pro unless you practice
Or unless every morning all your eggs are quietly eaten
You can’t find yourself on a map
Eating the chicken avocado wrap
With the lady who knows too much about mustard
You’re spinning in an endless loop
Refusing cream of broccoli soup
Till the waitress in the cafe gets all flustered
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5. |
Lily Petunia
04:03
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Lily Petunia watches you
She goes to work
She lives in a shoe box
Lily Petunia catalogues your ties
Working hard to get by
Painting her shoe box
Where dose Lily Petunia go
When the alphabet is under snow
And all the bus stops refuse to grow
Where does Lily Petunia go
After she’s done watching
Lily Petunia watches you
She goes to Bath
The department store has got a sale on
Lily Petunia buys a nice hat
Collect calls her cat
From the department store that has a sale on
Where dose Lily Petunia hide
When all the penguins have gone inside
And the insurance salesman has taken you for a ride
Where does Lily Petunia hide
When there’s nothing left but watching
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You’ve got to be ok with disappointment
You can’t cure everything with an ointment
What they’re selling, they’re not really telling
And with every passing day it all becomes less poignant
You’ve got to be ok with loud noises
And around you hundreds of bad choices
What you’re paying, they’re not really saying
And withe every passing day they’re drowning in a sea of their own voices
We make
We make it ok
We trace
We trace and crochet
We chase
We chase the heyday
We take
We take it all away
You’ve got to be ok with whatever we throw at you
And whatever it is it’ll have next to no value
What you’re acquiring, no one is admiring
Better get a new wardrobe, and a new tattoo
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Why do you care?
What’s the issue?
Did someone leave it on your doorstep?
Do you need a tissue?
Are you just jealous?
Does it hurt?
Did you want some cake yourself?
Did it steal your favourite shirt?
What’s it got to do with you?
What’s it got to do with you?
Unless it affects your actual health
And not just questions your weak sense of self
Then
What’s it got to do with you?
Too busy looking
At what others are doing
Instead of getting outside
Hiking or canoeing
Take a deep breath
Taste your food
Chew it slowly and with purpose
Get out of this bad mood
and remember
What’s it got to do with you?
What’s it got to do with you?
Unless it directly affects your finances
Go out and take some chances
And remember
What’s it got to do with you?
I’m betting it’s squat
If it actually does affect your life
Then please have your say
I’m not trying to take
Anyone’s rights away
But I’m betting it doesn’t
So please shut your mouth
Get on with your life, love your children
Your husband or your wife
Leave it to others to figure this out.
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8. |
Night Scars
05:25
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Mostly just static on the radar
Occasionally beeps from the void
Hints at a peculiar cadence
From the satellites we methodically deployed
There’s murmurs in the atmosphere
That take technicians years to comprehend
Messages from absolutely nowhere
That no one is bothering to send
A life spent in the infinite
A life spent among the stars
A life spent coiled in a filament
A galaxy of focus for the memoirs
All you see in the night sky are scars
There’s always something waiting on a microscope
That’s where the end of everything begins
But great distances are extending you’re hope
Silently the small is counting up its wins
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9. |
Time to Rise
05:09
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This makes it feel like anything is possible
And if it wasn’t for the stupid racket maybe everything is possible
and everything is better with a saxophone
I wish you didn’t feel so alone
Because we’re here
We’re here for you
The way this lifts the spirits
And drowns out everything in the way of lifting our spirits
Music is making the mess fit
If I hadn’t known it all along, I could’ve guessed it
We all belong between these chords
Costs next to nothing providing infinite rewards
Cross your fingers
Close your eyes
Outside the plane
Is clear blue skies
But we’e not through them yet
We’ll be back here don’t forget
Time to rise
Time to rise
You’ve got a motion that makes everything a little more bearable
And right now as it stands things could be a little more bearable
But we’ve not last that swing
In this life you have to hold on to everything
Before it’s stripped away
Crashing beneath the everlasting sway
Lucky rabbits foot
A bad disguise
Outside the ocean
Slowly dries
But we’re not quite done yet
One more dealer one more bet
Time to rise
Time to rise
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10. |
No Matter Where We Are
02:57
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The lights in the city
Twinkled just for us
The rivers and the bridges
The taxis and the bus
The days we spent in the park
The corner cafes after dark
The bars and cinemas what a lark
We had
And now the moon over our house
Shines just for us
The grass, the deer
The brook and the brush
The days we spend in the yard
The changing of the guard
You dealt well and we played the cards
We had
No matter where
We are
I can’t believe my luck
Together all the time
Never to come un stuck
No matter where
We are
You are guiding star
You will take us so far
You have already
No matter where
We are
New York or the countryside
As long as you are by my side
We’ve got this and we’ll have this
For all time
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