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Weekend Away
03:42
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I made up my mind
I won’t be swayed
I’m wasting no more time
I need a weekend away
A weekend away
I want to go to the Derwent pencil museum
Picnic at Richard Burton’s mausoleum
Pull in to Gloucester motorway services
Drive round the M25 for the hell of it
And if you won’t come with me
Then I think I’ll need a weekend away
I’ve been trying
(Yeah we know you have)
To be something
(What’s the point in that?)
But I’m so tired
(Well there’s a surprise)
So tired of thinking all the time
So I made up my mind
I won’t be swayed
I’m wasting no more time
I need a weekend away
I want to go to the Gaydon motor museum
Step in for a cup at Taddington tea room
Pull in to Cobham motorway services
Drive round the M25 for the hell of it
And if you won’t come with me
Then I think I’ll need a weekend away
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Does it feel like you’ve changed
From a dumb god to inert carbon waste?
Well yeah, sometimes even I feel the same
But there’s sometimes I don’t even contemplate
When I know you’re stopping round
It doesn’t matter, I’m feeling better know
And I hope I’m not freaking you out
But everything seems right
When I know you’re stopping round
With the fringes feeling frayed
And the paint peeling off the page
In the middle of a lousy day
There’s just one thing that I know will make it all
Seem ok
When I know you’re stopping round
It doesn’t matter, I’m feeling better know
And I hope I’m not freaking you out
But everything seems right
When I know you’re stopping round
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Bins
02:33
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I was born to take the bins out
A simple act of survival
I was made to keep a lonely vigil
It’s a cross that I can bear
The sheets are swaying to be saved now
Pull yourself round
Something’s on your plate
The expectation of a day down
Well here you are now
Something’ll come your way
Your way
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Conduit
03:25
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Why would you change
In every single way
And yet still remain somehow the same?
Oh crooked thing
You lean into your pain
But never learned of the table’s turn
I think you could only benefit
From a bit of sound advice
I can be the conduit
For anything you feel like
Yeah it’s not what you said but you know I don’t care
Something like it is going on somewhere
And it might not be true but it’s conveying a truth
Nothing’s gonna change if we don’t change
I’m unaware of anyone out there
Who can compete on empathy
You’re very kind
But it’s not for me to say
If I’m the greatest on the scene
And I know it takes a lot for you
To be out here in the wild
I can always be the conduit
For the things you’re scared to feel
Yeah it’s not what you said but you know I don’t care
Something like it is going on somewhere
And yeah I except that it might not be true, but it’s conveying a truth
Nothing’s gonna change if we don’t change
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Proof
01:16
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In the twilight of my years
I’ve no regard for youth
Eyes wild, beguiled by the absurd
But blinded by the truth
I heard the word of innocence
Strung up by the hoof
As just a cry to be observed
But I needed proof
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In a car somewhere
A radio sings boom again
And all the middle aged men
They get excited then
Because the music’s real
And looking to the future now
Like when they were young
And nothing had been done
But real’s something I can’t be
When I don’t know what’s real to me
And the only thing that I need
Is a fuzz box and drop d
If you're running low
And thinking of retirement
Just know I made my millions young
In a hostile environment
Streaming for the queen
In your worst nightmare’s dream
Nothing like a success to make you feel inadequate
I don’t want to live
In the past again
But it feels so real
Yeah it feels so real
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Zafira
01:31
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I threw a brick at your window
Didn’t think it would hit though
Now it feels like I’ve done wrong
When i’m supposed to be the cross one
Went for a drive to be alone
But it turns out you just don’t
see things any clearer
In a vauxhall zafira
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Ambassador
01:50
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Call me ambassador, I’m the one who knows where it hurts
Came over with the conqueror
Family is a thing to treasure
Alright!
I get this feeling that I can’t relate and I can’t understand
I make the culture crawl and I’m in love with nothing at all
Alright!
What could I ask of her?
Would she be on twitter?
What pearls could she impart to a bloody oligarch?
Call me ambassador
Brand ambassador
Alright!
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Poker Night
04:35
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The cat’s chucked up on the rug again
And I fear zafira can’t be saved
But Tuesday’s poker with the lads
And that’s sacred
I made mistakes at work today
And I worry they’ll see what I am
But Tuesday’s poker with the lads
And I can’t wait
So I place my bets
And allow myself to forget all my petty troubles
And the rest of the world
Everything is going well
I’m playing the hands that i’m dealt
I push in chips and, nodding sagely,
Yell ‘that’s fucking poker baby’
And who would dare to say that I don’t know what I’m doing
In jubilant and reckless mood
Feeling I could never lose
I go all in on a pair of twos
A frankly fucking feckless move
Now who would dare to say that I don’t know the blues
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Being In A Band
01:45
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I want to see somebody I know
On a daytime quiz show
Get a question wrong
Because being in a band is so fucking embarrassing
I want to see some red hot shame
Swallow the face of a mate
In a public place
Because being in a band is so fucking embarrassing
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Model Man
03:29
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I know you wanted to go back home
But I wanted to stay out
Maybe you wanted to be alone
But sometimes it’s nice to make an effort
Well you got your way
For reasons I can’t fathom
And though nothing’s changed
I feel like I’m now ten years older
That’s my model man
I needed help with my mother’s things
But your wheels they needed oiling
You only offer your spooky schemes
While the meat you keep is spoiling
I guess that’s the way
We live with our decisions
And I still love him
But I woke up today to find I’m ten years older
I just didn’t want to go back home
And tuck my youth into bed
That’s my model man
And though I know it’s part of you
There are things that I would like to do instead
That’s my model man
That’s my model man
Doing the best he can
Yeah that’s my model man
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12. |
My Fault
04:28
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I moved to the city
To discover myself
Only to discover
There was nothing to discover
So I took a job
With the national rail
A life on the lines
How could I fail
A vision of greatness
Shook me to my very breakfast
Is that the way that life can be?
A feeling, a shunting
This fucker’s up to something
It’s time to be true to yourself
A lesson worth heeding
From a facebook boomer meme page
Is that what I’ve become?
Well it happens to all of us
So I quit my job
It wasn’t working for me
It wasn’t my fault
It never is
I mistook a threat
For the warm hand of friendship
It wasn’t my fault
I think I’ve said that before
A feeling, a shunting
This fucker’s up to something
It’s time to be true to yourself
My language
Means nothing
Upon my life I’m bluffing
If I say anything at all
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