1. |
Mill Lane
03:46
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people like me
seek solitary ways
unspoken thoughts
walking along mill lane
walking through shadows
i knew i'd see again
beneath the trees
touching stones
tasting rain
far from you
is a clearer way
of seeing you
as clear as i
could ever get
to imagine you
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2. |
Islington Street
03:40
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it all looks bleak
on islington street
the skeleton leaves
and the dead factories
i sit on a wall
i tie up my lace
when did a smile last cross this old face?
on islington street
i happen to be
on islington street
you send me your love
but the signal is weak
i sit on a wall
i tie up my lace
when did a smile last cross this old face?
on islington street
another lorry load of fantasy trash goes by
to be crushed
to be buried
to be denied
memories memories
in my memorial mind
to be crushed
to be buried
to be denied
admitting i'm beat
on islington street
how many pints of blood
will rush down to my feet?
i sit on a wall
i tie up my lace
when did a smile last cross this old face?
(for rhett barrow)
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3. |
Billion Pebble Beach
05:54
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tide is out
on billion pebble beach
i'm timing out
on billion pebble beach
where dogs try to run into the sea
held back by the leash from running into the sea
fish heads and tails
a seagulls feast
and it's a fishy tale
of how I came to be
on billion pebble beach
wind numbed fingers
salt air OD
ocean breezes
scream softly through me
on billion pebble beach
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4. |
Freakbook
04:02
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freakbook suits my every mood
it's the coca cola of solitude
never alone with my thoughts anymore
distraction culture
is the universal cure
for being bored
i sold my world to you
life events and photos too
and all i've got left
is how sorry i am
for my selfish acts
and for being that bloody man
define us by our everyday victories
define us by our everyday tragedies
market us as brand humanity
each reality is a commodity
i sold my ass to you
and you turned my bones to virtual glue
and all i've got left is a soundbite soul
and my viral tears
will be HD clear
when I let them flow
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5. |
Forgotify
06:04
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my CB handle was folksinger
i sang out sisters
sang out brothers
i sang for the citizens and every mother's trucker
and i bought the spirit back
to the radio shack
i was a teenage bellringer
ring-a-dinging for everyone
bells of freedom
bells of fun
and we drank cider in the tower
and revelled in our drunken power
so how did we become so powerless
gods and odds stacked against us
they're killing our will to defy
is this just another track on forgotify?
some of us remember 1984
thatcher’s totalitarian law
it's 2000frackerlackerlacking now
and the bad things that are happening
are the things that we allow
I'm an electronic messenger
to tablets and handsets I send word
about the real big society that we deserve
or you can sit there and yawn
and watch your x-factor porn
that's how we became so powerless
gods and odds stacked against us
they're killing our will to defy
is this just another track on forgotify?
some of us remember 1984
thatcher’s totalitarian law
it's 2000frackerlackerlacking now
and the bad things that are happening are the things that we allow
no it shouldn't be allowed
no it shouldn't be allowed
all the miners
and shoeshiners
say it shouldn't be allowed
all the carers
and fair sharers
say it shouldn't be allowed
attlee's dream where is it now?
selling our country for a pound
hostile architects designed this town
if you need a lie down
they've put spikes in the ground
it's simon cowell vrs henry cow
and lennon’s still screaming 'i found out'
that there's a lot of things
that shouldn't be allowed
no they shouldn't be allowed
it shouldn't be allowed
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6. |
The Art of Giving a Toss
05:15
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I've tried to find something of the truth
in the lifetime of lies that i've got stuffed
in my head
i dreamt many dreams in
my dreaming youth
but i've been living as if those
dreams are dead
but with a single pure thought
amongst the infinite dross
i might rediscover the art of giving a toss
i used to be good at making love
i used to be good at giving it
it doesn't feel right if i'm faking love
it only feels right if i'm giving it
but with a...
oh the good trip has turned bad
it's the worst good trip i've ever had
and it's my fault for choosing to go on it
what price now for a simple faith
for a simple way to save the day
and for a love that's real and honest
is there anyone under 21
with a beautiful idea left in their head?
long before our tragi.com lives are done
it seems the beautiful part of us is dead
but with a ...
oh the good trip has turned bad
it's the worst good trip we've ever had
and it's our fault for choosing to go on it
what price now for a simple faith
for a simple way to save the day
and for a love that's real and honest
but with a ...
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7. |
Love and Guts
04:47
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love will always show you
where you've failed
be you
on the giving
or receiving end of the nails
but be you crucified
or crucifier
whichever way
don't be loves denier
don't be loves denier
love and guts
never mind the blood
this is love and guts
kill me as many times as you like
with your kill me quick kisses and
your kill me slow lies
kill me quick kisses
kill me slow lies
love and guts ...
kill me as many times as you like
however many times you kill me i'm gonna rise
i'm gonna rise
i'm gonna rise
love and guts ...
love will always show you where you've failed
be you on the giving
or receiving end of the nails
but be you crucified or crucifier
whichever way baby
don't be love's denier
don't be love's denier
love and guts..
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8. |
Splinters and Thorns
03:07
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in many hearts
there are splinters that have come from
some emotional cross
in many minds
memories are as thorns
each thorn represents a loss
i have found what you have left in me
and you have found what i have left in you
don't ever doubt how much i used to love you
i just wasn't in love with the pain
and i'm not asking to be recrucified if i were to love you again
gouge out the splinters
pluck out the thorns
and there's a chance
a chance that love could be reborn
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9. |
Everyday Saviour
02:54
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flowers piled on flowers
sweet severed blooms
scattered petal randomness
crushed under thoughtless shoes
i think we need an everyday saviour
a man like us
but stronger than me or you
caught in traffic anger
the raging of the roads
human racers race toward
uncertainties unknown
i think we need someone to say
if the way this is going is the right way
we're climbing mountains
without pegs or ropes
faith tells us we're getting there
guided by blind hope
i think we need that hand from the sky
to lift us
up
up
up to the light
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10. |
Anti-Star
05:02
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the anti-star plays his anti-guitar
and he sings anti-songs about what he stands for
the thumb on the fret
the strum and the sweat
so come and get a bit of what you came for
welcome to the madhouse
welcome to the sadhouse
but it's not such a bad house - is it?
he paints a picture every day
so you can see exactly what he's trying to say
about this world of fools and its insane ways
and about what makes us old men go crazy
it's a spotty dog story
It's a pretty ugly story
and this is the true story
of the breakdown blues
(of the blues breakdown)
of the blues that's black
of booze on the tracks
and dandelion clocks
and a star made of rock
anti-star!
anti-starshine!
(for kevin coyne)
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there's a thousand albums you must hear after you die
the coffin is wired to the cloud
the sad laments of the great one man tribe
who roamed this land in a time called now
everything was in his bones
everything was in his moans
that filled the night
there's a thousand albums you must hear before you live
the womb is wired to the cloud
the funky children that god could not forgive
who wanted their paradise in their now
everything was in their bones
everything was in their moans
that filled the night
there's a thousand albums that sold us out
they left a legacy of uncertainly and doubt
there's a thousand albums that freaked us out
they made the screamers scream
they made the showers shout
that everything was in the bones
everything was in the moans
that filled the night
there's a thousand albums you must feel deep in your soul
the spirit is wired to the cloud
if revelation rock is how you like to roll
the revolution is happening right now
everything is in the bones
everything is in the moans
that fill the night
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12. |
Neville Never
06:36
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neville never cut his hair
for any job
neville never cut his hair
for punk rock
he loved the music but
he never got the girl
and though he kept on searching
he couldn't get no work
he was worth more
than living his life on the dole
and though he was poor
he'd got some braunstone soul
big man in the pogo zone
stood statue still
he never moved a muscle
but he felt the thrill
sweating in his heavy coat
he never took it off
i'd find him in any crowd
but he'd still seem lost
when the angry young bands
came to the demontfort halls
we were the angry young fans
and they seemed to speak to us all
together we were at the front for every show
we saw the new wave coming and we watched it go
ticket prices soared
greedy bands wanted more
and it became a lifestyle choice that
only some could afford
neville spent years
living his life on the dole
and though his dreams disappeared
he'd still got some braunstone soul
sitting in the haymarket
until it closed
he had nowhere else to be
no other place where he was known
his gentle voice of longing
his grey beard of regret
i watched him slowly fade away
my gig buddy
my lost friend
neville never cut his hair
for any job
neville never cut his hair
for punk rock
I wish you could see us now
we’re coming back
children of a bygone age
head to toe in black
WHO NEEDS A JOB
WHEN YOU’VE GOT PUNK ROCK
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13. |
The Dancer
05:04
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you're moving through my fair
blissfully unaware
of how you're trampling on my heart
it's a mat for angels to wipe their feet on
and each footprint that remains
will remind me of you
when you're gone
there's more rock n' roll in you
than in all of memphis tennessee
and obliviously you're
a rockin' and a rollin' me
when i shake and i tremble
it's you that's the cause of it
i quake and I crumble
into tiny little bits
computers call the tunes
that make you want to dance
i watch you like the classic guy
who doesn't stand a chance
there's no one in this room
who more craves your attention
but when you speak of this night
i'll not even get a mention
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14. |
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a laughing girl on memory beach
her golden days last forever
see those waves clawing at the sand
they will never touch us
never
endless joy under endless skies
she tells me life is really this easy
as she dances on her infinite shore
i see her beckoning to me
follow me on memory beach where golden days last forever
the greedy waves claw at the sand
they will never touch us
never
i wear seashell headphones
i hear white noise ocean put salt on my tongue
must i wait for the decades to wash me away
let me dance with her before too long
follow me memory beach
where golden days last forever
laugh at the waves clawing at the sand
they will never touch us
never never never
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15. |
Slower Turning
04:11
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a breath sustained
for what seems days
for what seems years
into decades
a slower turning
of a slower world
a simple stillness
asks for simple words
sounds of entire cities
seem further than the
sound of just one bird
a soft cocoon
a velvet room
do nothing to disturb
that sweet stoned mood
a drifting cloud
don't say it loud
just let it drift to another now
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Kevin Hewick Leicester, UK
Kevin Hewick (born 4 February 1957, Leicester) is an English singer-songwriter who was an early member of the Factory Records roster. Today he is known for his recordings on Pink Box Records, an independent label based in Leicester, and his recent work with Venetian collective Unfolk. ... more
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