1. |
On the Tyne
03:53
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ON THE TYNE
Miller’s always hanging
Drinking beer and smoking hash.
Paz was snorting charlie in the gents
Of the Grenache.
But couldn’t waste four figures on just four chords anymore
They had a taste for glory but their pride was harmony pure.
but it always seemed to be the right time to go.
And the dream it seemed so realised but you don’t know.
When no one tells you it’s the right time to go.
And it always seemed just like the right time to go.
Down the rabbit hole of reminiscence.
The lore we speak
The more we want.
The lawful love of wartime omniscience.
And silence has it’s own sound.
With our faith, without taste.
With your Southern grace.
In the wreck
Under the table
Swindle time
The lies we tell ourselves at home.
Let it snow
Let it snow with dry white brine.
I’ll long to have you mine.
To tie one on, on the tyne.
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2. |
Brain Today
04:11
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BRAIN TODAY
Why would you tell me lies?
How you so un-organised?
You are just as culpable as me. Your turn.
Today it’s number one.
Brain.
Brain.
Today.
And we see the light of a thousand suns.
And we hear the pall of the nurse’s gun.
And we breathe the hug of our ugly sons.
And we touch the sky till the day is done, done.
Why would you tell me lies?
How you so un-organised?
You are just as culpable as me. Your turn.
Today it’s number one.
Brain.
Brain.
Today.
And we see the light of a thousand suns.
And we hear the pall of the nurse’s gun.
And we breathe the hug of our ugly sons.
And we touch the sky till the day is done, done.
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3. |
A Taste for Shame
03:28
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A TASTE FOR SHAME
I wish I could look myself.
In the mirror until the eyes agree.
That no one ever audits me.
Handed in my closet keys.
Predate self deprecate.
Years of debt to the drunk & awkward state.
Some haven’t got the heart to try.
I wanna see them go awry.
Could I just be good enough?
The king of keeping my mouth shut.
Always time to act like all the good words don’t exist.
But if I could, I would make the choice.
To scream out of the void.
Sometimes I get sick of the sound of my own voice.
And the noise it just annoys you.
Somethings living in my minds eye.
I give it board and I don’t know why I say.
Stick around till the tea is made.
I get up and I get waylaid.
By what I saved from these times before.
Now it’s the struggle to just get out the door.
Never seem just to fall in line.
Never sin just to the pass the time.
Oh expectation beats a weary head.
To bear the thought, to see my face turn red.
And it may turn out to be just what you need.
A taste for shame is a route to fame indeed.
To waste a life, to want to lead.
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4. |
Splitting the Bill
02:49
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SPLITTING THE BILL
Speed isn’t everything. Need isn’t anything.
Psychedelia fickle up my mind.
Tell me I wanna quit. Tell me that it ain’t shit.
Leaving my body way behind.
In my shrine shrine, to the double time.
The years climb, and you’ll never find.
Me, I disappear to where the sun don’t shine.
Long live the physical. The secret and bibical.
Good religion frightening my door.
Walked out of Lancashire, back to the Southern leer.
You must be ready to be poor.
In your shrine shrine, to the double time.
The years climb and you’ll never find.
Me, I disappear to where the sun don’t shine.
I wanna be with people, but don’t wanna be like people.
Not, to dismiss their speedy fussy ways.
No want to recite my two times table.
My count’s encumbered, slumbered.
And these sheep, they jump in numbers.
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5. |
Dragging
02:27
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DRAGGING
Canary sings alone.
The priest reminds me of the road.
the less travelled, the pavement calls
To leave the heavy mode
The good, the people drag you down.
their kindness is a cure
For happiness, for loneliness
for thoughts and words impure.
And we are losing the room
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6. |
Trepidation Boys
01:33
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TREPIDATION BOYS
Way to go
Trepidation boys
Where do you go now when the proof's too long?
Ecliptic saga
Heaven's revolution poised
For trepidation boys
Yes, hanging out
The handy table turns around
Filter out those modern sounds
as the motion of your wild wind blows.
In my chamber
Reigns reversing all the same
For you it's always there you know
When it's always bet too low.
Trepidation boys know
When it is not your turn to turn, turn.
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7. |
The Din Drifted In
03:28
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THE DIN DRIFTED IN
The din drifted in without a clue
Whose house he was even drifting into
He wiped his shoes along the wall
Of the green room
He knocked over the broom
In the green room
He has a super attitude
I left the party oh so rude
I left the party to smoke and brood
The din drifted in without a trace
Whose great south run, he was gonna race
He was sweating buckets on the shore
As the sun looms
His sandy hair blooms
On the cutting room floor
and I can't sweep it anymore
No
I left the party oh so rude
I left the party to smoke and brood
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8. |
Happy for a Shadow
02:42
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HAPPY FOR A SHADOW
Happy for a shadow cause you need me to realise you
Caught in a gap but i'm the one to thank for you
To massage our tender egos while I travel you
Get along so far so good but we'll disturb you
Happy for a shadow if you need me to build roads
Have to shine a light on ordinances and codes
And decide it's not a game
And it's all on us again
And I'd do anything for life
But when darkness is our guide
Tell me all my time is gone
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9. |
Laramie
02:45
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LARAMIE
Stand by the Laramie Man.
We had the power to make our lives complete.
A million dollar plan.
Feeding our sour grapes to the cheaper seats.
And not taking sides, it’s your side you hide.
All your friends are slipping away.
You want to be with them?
Cease to play!
Not yet. Not let.
Take a draw from the pack.
Sip combusting straw for your lungs to leave.
Breaking the camels back.
Hearing the holy voice from the underneath.
The outrageous sight, of your image rites.
All your love laughs into the fray.
Hardly sinking, Saturday concept. Forget.
Wire scented, none left to condescend.
Uninvited, not judged by what you spend.
Time honoured lighter pocket trade winds.
Not on your life, I will not find the perfect blend.
And stand by, the longer you leave your side.
It’s up your sleeve, your underpinning prize.
Unrepentant eyes.
Undeserving haze.
Unpretentious days.
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10. |
Wonderment
02:46
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WONDERMENT
I was 'far too good at reading for my own age'
Such that I never made it to the final page
I cut myself and then I bled
Now you're speeding way ahead
I remember feeling good
Not for my age
Like a monument to human misery
We idolise the calloused hands
and then shake them from our plans
What a wonderment
To macho history
We kiss among the rabid plains
A tendency to over explain.
You were beautiful, naive
Not to the learned
A touch of the darkness and the light
Still left it to burn
And all the things I never said
With my silence I misled
You were beautiful and keen
to discern my head
Like a monument to human misery
We idolise the calloused hands
and then shake them from our plans
What a wonderment
To macho history
We kiss among the rabid plains
A tendency to over explain.
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11. |
Blue Lit Knight
02:59
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BLUE LIT KNIGHT
You've got fans
And you know that they love you
And your plans to writhe confusion
Opens another long queue
And their sad dispositions
Latecomers to tradition
Yeah they pay
And they pay
Hand the glad apparitions
It's the law of attrition
They pay you every night
Every night
Every blue lit knight
Fine lines in the lap of luxury
Give back if I can
That's right for me
No body here is burden free
And it's alright with me
And their sad dispositions
Latecomers to tradition
They pay
You every night
Every night
Every blue lit knight
Fine lines in the lap of luxury
Give back if I can
That's right for me
No body here is burden free
And it's alright with me
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12. |
Saloon Mouse
01:28
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SALOON MOUSE
They screamed at him ‘print is dead’.
And no more books will be printed in these postmark modern dates.
Not in my house or in my state.
They ain’t fit to think about it.
Reading it out loud, it has criteria for integrity.
The running joke of hope and glory.
He don’t need to prove whats mine is mine.
He don’t need those staples on his spine.
There is nothing to believe.
If you only chosen to go and tear up all the leaves.
Underground, he hides his house.
The ballad of the Saloon Mouse.
Hello. Hello.
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13. |
Ajar
02:28
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AJAR
Shouldering ajar
Go get it
Waste it
Empty out the bar most every day
Burning in your mouth so you can't taste it away
And it's late and we got nothing good to say
Except we want another one
And stay forever
A life together
No shame in your excess, I will praise it
Wear the badge of honour to the game
And when the score is level you will blame it
You say you are proud that we are clouded in our brains
We never get outside
We wish it rained forever
Ties to sever
And if I could swim I'd be at sea
A lazy metaphor I think I've been all i could be
Just someone
Writhing in the reins
No race won
Salt water doused the flames
Wet wipe a dusty frame.
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14. |
The Layers of Goodbye
02:40
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THE LAYERS OF GOODBYE
I'm hard pressed to suggest
The layers of goodbye
My kind of mistake
And yet you wonder why
Why the clock on the apple computer
was set to 1976
I try not to mortify myself
Unless it’s good for my health
The layers of goodbye and brooding slow.
Heaven forbid our plan do anything no plan has done before
How we could have cleared the heavens or stepped off the floor.
Not to fill a book about the sanctimonious.
Father Time: suspect of our gory glorious ways.
How did we allow ourselves to be such a cliche?
The layers of goodbye.
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Norm Archer Portsmouth, UK
Portsmouth based home recording enthusiast.
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