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Behind the Door
03:15
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When you give me some, I’ll want more
When you give me more, I’ll want it all
When you give all, I’ll take the whole
When I’ve got it all, I’ll take your soul
When they came, they took it all
Hands that grasped, loud shouting call
No heart for us, no heart for you
No time to wait, they push on through
Now you’ve nothing left, stripped to the bone
Crushed and bereft, in a shattered home
All that defined, all that was you
Broken defiled, poisoned and new
This must be what’s behind the door (x4)
When they take some, don’t give them more
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Trebleblaster
02:26
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Is there a way, to see through who you are?
Is there a way, to make this feel less far?
Is there a way, to end it so it’s good?
Is there a way, to climb up from the flood?
When the walls are closing in
When the floor is feeling thin
When the roof is dark and low
Then I’ll show you, I’ll show you where to go
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Bombs of Love
01:48
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He says it’s to release
Us from a fearful peace
To help us to be free
From an enemy we can’t see
A bogeyman voted for
The spectre at the door
Moscow action man
Super secret plan
Putin’s bombs of love
Kiss me from the sky
Putin’s bombs of love
Lift my soul on high
Chernobyl Nuclear plant
Putin’s hierophant
We must ignore the West
Cos Vlad he knows what’s best
He says war’s here to stay
Though his troops all run away
But we won't let him pass
So he cut off all the gas
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Beiderbecke Buyer
01:40
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Transubstantiation tells me that inside every piece of bread there is a god
And conflict’s nothing to be frightened of, it’s ok so long as you spill your blood
Charlie Parker and Bessie Smith and me
Albert Ayler and Duke Ellington and me
Charlie Mingus and Bix Beiderbecke and me
Social geography tells me that all the people in the world are scared
And fear’s a blade they turn upon themselves, and perspective’s a gift that shouldn’t be shared
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One Day At A Time
03:10
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Left hand follows the right
Evening falls into night
The path is hard to see
The way to where you’ll be
One foot after the next
A lifetime littered with wrecks
I was tired of falling hard
But now you have marked my card
And I know how it goes
One day at a time
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Tried to make it work from a place of no success
Only made it worse, turned more gold into less
A distance crossed just once, is now a step too far
Can’t find the will to keep going to where they are
One two, works for you
Keep it nice and fancy
Three four take some more
Still nice and fancy
A Beiderbecke reference to a song from before
A lazy attempt to avoid writing lyrics more
Couldn’t make them fit, even though they rhyme
Can’t steal from the past, even if what I’m stealing’s mine
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7. |
The Total
02:33
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I know where you come from
I know where you go to
I see what you let me
I hear what I hope to
Open up the future
Open up the total
Open up the future
Open up the total
I sleep when I’m told to
I wake when it’s time to
You say it’s a fun time
You say you are all mine
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8. |
An A-Team Wheeler
04:00
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A misheard word left me feeling absurd
An Eighteen Wheeler, not an A-Team Wheeler
The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the bass
The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the bass
The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the bass
The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the bass
Wipe the smile off Russell Brand’s face
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Fifty-Something Goth
02:58
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Fifty-something goth
And middle-aged goth wife
Happily going about
Your goth life
I’ve got to recognise
We’re really the same
And it’s only the uniform
That has changed
Long frock coat
And black eye line
You’ve kicked your teens
Into extra time
Work in an office
Nicknamed ‘Spooky Pete’
They’re leaving Halloween sweets
All over your seat
50-something goth!
50-something goth!
They all moved on, they all moved on
But you can’t get enough! You can't get enough!
I sit and mock you
From my high horse
In a band T-shirt
Jeans and converse
Thinking it funny
You’ve never moved on
When ‘Gimme Indie Rock’
Is still my favourite song
Dino, Swervedriver
Or Mission and Cure
Both hear songs
With a love that is pure
Oh 50 something goth
I won’t laugh again
Cos you and I baby
Are really the same.
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10. |
A Fanfare, Of Course
08:35
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A fanfare of sorts, a fanfare of course
A folded space, from a folded place
Let it be that all I’ve dreamed is opened, let be that all I’ve dreamed is real!
Give it all to those who’ve been unspoken, give so the senseless can now feel!
Empty, overwhelmed, starved, punished inward, when we need a brighter light to see
Let this be a lifted-up experience, given with pure heart and given free!
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ÜLV Northampton, UK
Destruction Noise Rock from Northampton
Featuring Steve on bass, Alex on voice and guitar, and Mr. Grover on drums.
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