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1. |
And The Shaking Starts
06:32
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You ain’t got no space in your mind
For all this entertainment
You just raise your face to the skies
In wonder and amazement
But you know everything isn’t right
And you carry on just taking
Have you misplaced those feelings inside
Now all you want to do is break it down
And you try so hard
But you’re breaking fast
And the shaking starts
Reach through the haze
Restart an open fire
Your heart is open wide
And the flame inside it burns on embers
But these days it seems
You’re only marking time
You’re half-way passed the line
And you and I will pay no matter
Now you ain’t got no space in your life
For all these new arrangements
And you can take the lows with the highs
Without rolling on the pavement
But you push everything to one side
And you carry on creating
While you've still got that glint in your eye
Now all you want to do is break it down
And you try so hard
But you’re breaking fast
And the shaking starts
Reach through the haze
Restart an open fire
Your heart is open wide
And the flame inside it burns on embers
But these days it seems
You’re only marking time
You’re half-way passed the line
And you and I will pay no matter
Reach through the haze
Restart an open fire
Your heart is open wide
And the flame inside it burns on embers
But these days it seems
You’re only marking time
You’re half-way passed the line
And you and I will pay no matter
And you try so hard
But you’re breaking fast
And the shaking starts
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2. |
Boudicca
05:44
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Boudicca my darling
You’ve come back just in time to save the world
The men are old and senile
And not fit to run their fingers through your curls
If only they’d been smarter
And kept their grubby little hands
All to them selves
If only they’d been kinder
The torch you carried for them
Would have shined much brighter
But I’m happy with things now
Everything’s great again
We’re reaching for the clouds
While they’re all there just still scrabbling around
I’m happy with things now everything’s great again we’re reaching for the clouds
While they’re all there just still scrabbling around
And tossing up for crowns
Boudicca my Boudicca
I know beneath the rage your heart is true
Boudicca my Boudicca
They never should have laid their tiny hands upon you
And it’s time to pay for the crimes of yesterday and all tomorrows
Cause they’ve been making hay on the bones of your despair and all your sorrows. Oh well.
But I’m happy with things now
Oh everything’s great again
We’re reaching for the clouds
While they’re all there just still scrabbling around
And tossing up for crowns
Oh they could have been so much better than that
Just like the olden days
When they called a spade a spade
Or something so much worse
Oh and now it’s time to get them back
Oh it’s time for them to pay for the crimes that they have done.
Of if only they’d been kinder than that
Kept their hands all to themselves
And left you well alone
But they just didn’t want to give it back
They just didn’t want to share
They keep scrabbling around
But Boudicca your coming back
To take back what is yours
And we’ll be reaching for the clouds
Oh Boudicca they had it all
But pride it comes before a fall.
You’re still just tossing up for crowns
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3. |
It's OK
04:39
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I never got to shake his hand
Or ask if he wants to come and see my band
That man inspired me almost as much as my father
When we were kids we used to sing along
The world was sold but the night was young
Now all those dreams they seem so much farther away
Look at me
I'm scared of my own shadow
5am and the street lights are down
Look at me
Am I vain am I shallow
We all just need a little attention some time (don’t we)
Look at me
I'm in pain I'm a sad-o
Working hard for this pension of mine
Look at me
Am I lame am I fallow
I miss you so much but I don't know why
But these days - it's OK - for boys to cry
The battle's lost but your war is won
Striding high with your 12-string slung
The brightest star that burns like fire as it drives us along
You rode the waves for so very long
A different face and a different song
As I relive them they all seem so much clearer today
Look at me
I'm scared of my own shadow
5am and the street lights are down
Look at me
Am I vain am I shallow
We all just need a little attention some time (don’t we)
Look at me
I'm in pain I'm a sad-o
Working hard for this pension of mine
Look at me
Am I lame am I fallow
I miss you so much but I don't know why
But these days - it's OK - for boys to cry
With your hands on the trigger of your 12-string gun
The battle lost but your soul lives on
As they’re lining their pockets with your fateful song
There’s one more star in the sky but we will never know
Why you left us so soon
Why you left us in awe
Why the words rattle deep in your savaged jaw
It’s so endless and senseless and it cuts so much deeper
Why do we crawl on our hands and knees and lick our wounds eager
To please you and tease you and suck up your pain
Like a man on a mission on an empty train
It’s ok to stare blindly while we look to the sky
Because these days - it’s ok - for boys - to cry
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4. |
Angerland
05:27
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Britannia my Britannia
All my life you’ve been a home to me
But you’re getting oh so much angrier
I feel anger building up in me
And your people your angry people
They go marching to the same old beat
They say they want their country back
They wanna live in some kind of English dream
Gotta rescue all those perishing souls
Their minds are being controlled
The dirty little internet trolls
Just won’t go back in their holes
Britannia oh poor Britannia
You’re so broken and all alone
While you’re people, you’re angry people
Spread their bitterness on their mobile phones
They thought they’d get their country back
They thought they’d take back, take back control
They won’t listen to rhyme or reason
You know they will not, just will not be told
Gonna rescue all the perishing souls
Their minds are being controlled
The dirty little internet trolls
Just won’t go back in their holes
They thought they’d build a new Jerusalem in this great unpleasant land
But Jerusalem has turned to Jericho as the walls they come a tumbling down
They thought they’d got their country back, they thought they’d taken back control
We’ve got the same old puppet masters and the same old lies are being told
‘Cause this ain’t my land
This ain’t your land
This is Angerland
For the whole wide world to see
‘Cause this ain’t my land
This ain’t your land
This is Angerland
And that’s how it’s gonna be
We gotta rescue all those perishing souls
Their minds are being controlled
The dirty little internet trolls
Just won’t go back in their holes
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5. |
Oh So Sad
04:44
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There’s no more cigarettes
No beer soaked floors in pubs
Nowhere to air your gripes
Or hang with mates in clubs
No feckless Friday nights
No Saturday regrets we’re
All just staying home
And running up more debts it’s
It’s all so sad
No streetlights light the way
No milk-float morning hum just
Early morning tea
And early evening humdrum
There’s no more bitter end
To keep us anchored rightly so
We’re all unravelling
But wrapped up far too tightly oh
It’s all so sad
There’s no more cigarettes
No beer soaked floors in pubs
Nowhere to air your gripes
Or hang with mates in clubs
No feckless Friday nights
No Saturday regrets we’re
All just staying home
And running up more debts
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6. |
Daughter
04:04
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People change
I should know
My first born
Has set the tone
I’ve come in from the wild
I'm out of deep water
I’m settled and proud
That you are my daughter
In subtle ways
As you’ve grown
You have changed
To what you’re now
To woman from child
To mother from daughter
Your place in the crowd
In a room full of laughter
So feel safe
Your heart is tied to mine
My eyes and arms will open wide
And these things I will show you
Like peace is a state of mind
And shelter’s a shoulder
My pride and hopes‘ll override
Like a breeze skips ‘cross the water
For you are my daughter
You keep me sane
When battle worn
If left to face
The world alone
I’ve come in from the wild
I'm out of deep water
I’m settled and proud
That you are my daughter
So feel safe
Your heart is tied to mine
My eyes and arms will open wide
And these things I will show you
Like peace is a state of mind
And shelter’s a shoulder
My pride and hopes‘ll override
Like a breeze skips ‘cross the water
So feel safe
Your heart is tied to mine
My eyes and arms will open wide
And these things I will show you
Like peace is a state of mind
And shelter’s a shoulder
My pride and hopes‘ll override
Like a breeze skips ‘cross the water
For you are my daughter
Just want to keep you safe - safe from harm
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7. |
Whale
05:09
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He's the greatest mammal
That the world has ever seen
The most massive animal
That there's ever been
Should be in the deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
Should be in the deep blue sea
Should be in the deep blue sea
But he's swimming up the channel
Like a Russian submarine
He's lurking in the shallows
What can it mean
Should be in the deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
But you've eaten all the fishes
You've bleached the coral reefs
And you've heated up the ocean
And you've poised the whole sea
Should be in the deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
Should be in the deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
Should be in the deep blue sea
Should be in the deep blue sea
But he's swimming in the plastic beads
It's such a calamity
It's a one way mission
Like a kamikaze
Ruined the whole ocean
Now he's dying on the beach
Should be in the deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
But you've eaten all the fishes
You've bleached the coral reefs
You've heated up the ocean
You've poised the whole sea
You really should be in the deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
You really should be in the deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
You really should be in the deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
You really should be in the deep deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
The deep deep ocean
You should be in the deep blue sea
You should be in the deep blue sea
You should be in the deep blue sea
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8. |
Ever Spins the Wheel
04:48
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I understand you’re waiting still
But that won’t bring them back
I get the way you feel
But times are changing so
They will always be forever in your mind
Ever spins the wheel
You hold everything, hold everything
That’s precious still
You want everything, want everything
You always will
Endlessly
Effortlessly
Ever spins the wheel
Lay awake and feel the fear
So restless and hollow
I get your pain is real
And time is moving so slow
They will always be forever in their time
Ever spins the wheel
You hold everything, hold everything
That’s precious still
You want everything, want everything
You always will
Endlessly
Effortlessly
Ever spins the wheel
When all hope is lost
And bones have turned to dust
The ones you loved the most
Just pictures on your phone
There’s no one left at home
You’ve still got time to go
And time is overgrown
And still
Ever spins the wheel
You hold everything, hold everything
That’s precious still
You want everything, want everything
You always will
You hold everything, hold everything
That’s precious still
You want everything, want everything
You always will
Endlessly
Effortlessly
Ever spins the wheel
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9. |
The Name of Trees
06:58
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Heading south oh just the three of us
Melancholy mood but the band plays on
Through the garden of old England
In winters garb you know a New Years dawning
Ever south down to the sea
Where the sun don’t shine and their ain’t no cool breeze
Thought I’d see your friendly faces there
But you weren’t there
The pews were bare
Just mum and dad in the cold sea air
He used to know the name of trees.
Play the songs the way he pleased
That’s why we loved him unlike all those other mercenaries
Incandescent melodies he was part of the family
That’s why he loved us more than all the other bands in which he’d been
All the bands
Hatching all their plans
Bands oh bands in tribal little gangs
Trying to play their songs
With boxing gloves upon their hands
And the master stands alone
You in the shadows playing like a metronome
And scratch old scratch playing with a match got a fire on his head he’s got petrol in a can is he doing it for real is it all part of the act
He used to know the name of trees
He’d play the songs the way he pleased
That’s why we loved him more than all those other mercenaries
Incandescent melodies
Was part of the family
That’s why we loved him
Now the songs have been all sung
The new days been and now it’s gone
Into history
How much a mortal man’s life
Is over in the blinking of an eye
What poetry
Till the creature came upon your door
Took your love and came back for more
Showed no mercy
But the Guru said the spirit lives
And I saw your face and I knew it did
Such certainty
Used to know the name of trees
Played the songs the way he pleased
Incandescent melodies
That’s why we loved him more than all those other mercenaries (break)
That’s why we loved him
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10. |
Gone
03:22
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Gone gone
No one to belong to
Nothing to cling on to
Nothing but gone gone
Gone gone
No one to be sung to
Nothing for the young who
Have nothing but gone
When did we lose our way
When did we turn the page
Our generation has failed
Unless we can be strong soon
So lock me in a cage
And decry all the rage
We can’t expect to be saved
So we might as well be gone too
Gone gone
No one to belong to
Nothing to cling on to
Nothing but gone gone
Gone gone
No one to be sung to
Nothing for the young who
Have nothing but gone
Micro plastics in space
Politics in disgrace
Leaders lie to save face
But they won’t save what’s dying
Ask me why I’m ashamed
When a child knows the way
We can beat this they say
But we must be strong too
Gone gone
No one to belong to
Nothing to cling on to
Nothing but gone gone
Gone gone
No one to be sung to
Nothing for the young who
Have nothing but gone
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