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Thunderbird is Gone
02:43
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Well blow me, here comes the 53
Gonna dive down to the Deep End
£3 pills and punching out the bin
What’s the odds we’re going nowhere
Chiselling builders gather ‘round the baize
In The Windmill on the common
Eight-ball one and now it’s time to run
Giant Steps down to the Raglan
Oh I see you. Creeper’s creeping cos it’s what creepers do
Oh I see you
Dear oh dear, who’s was the bright idea
For a Thunderbird promotion
Slip an infinite ring, then someone has a swing
So much shiz swilling round the toilet
I can’t see you. I can’t see any of us making it through.
I can’t see you.
Trees and wine, then blood and flies
Millwall fans in the back of a scaffolder’s van
Nice strong tea, who’s got the leccy key?
Where’s the guy who looks like Danzig?
Strawberry milk then time to go again
To The Venue on the back of horse
I can’t see you. I can’t see any of us making it through.
I can’t see you.
Trees and wine, then blood and flies
Millwall fans leave the back of a scaffolder’s van
Here they come, singing songs about someone’s old man
Bermondsey Boys stick the boot in
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2. |
Nigerian Guinness
03:05
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So many blue notes, it’s hard to hear to the true notes
I’m pushing green totes, beneath the Brompton Road
Just someone in boots, trying to go unnoticed
A sandrich, a Marlboro’ red, then out through the back door
Fight off the demons but the ones inside remain
Sweaty terror dries as salty pain
One room and roadside, with nowhere to wash or to hide
Clothes wrapped in plastic to stave off the smell of the taps
Tomato puree, the only thing to eat today
I feel the hot breath of ma bête in the laundrette
Just someone in boots, trying to go unnoticed
A sandrich, a Marlboro’ Red, then out through the back door
Fight off the demons but the ones inside remain
What’s that ringing in your ears?
They’re calling for you
No one but you
Have you got no home to go to?
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3. |
Monetise the Need
03:34
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Nothing's clear and there's no class
Just if's and but's and maybe that's
This time I might take a pass
I'm not going through that again
Take the role and do your best
With little help and zero rest
Transparency's opaque at best
I'm not going through that again
What's your favourite green?
The money on the table
Or the kids who work for free
Monetise the need
To stay up with the Joneses
It's new lies or a new team
No need to know, no need to tell
We're where we're at no need to dwell
Or try make sense of the pell mell
Let's just do the same again
A yes and no, we're hopeful that
A shit-shoed dance and dripping tap
With make you think we like the craic
I'm not going through that again
What's your favourite green?
The money on the table
Or the kids who work for free
Monetise the need
To stay up with the Joneses
It's new lies or a new team
A dozen pizzas and the Kool Aid means
We're staying late again
Another massage without prejudice
Another game of let us all pretend
Unpaid overtime isn;t company dividends
Nothing's clear and there's no class
Just if's and but's and maybe that's
This time I might take a pass
I'm not going through that again
Take the role and do your best
With little help and zero rest
Transparency's opaque at best
I'm not going through that again
What's your favourite green?
The money on the table
Or the kids who work for free
Monetise the need
To stay up with the Joneses
It's new lies or a new team
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4. |
Petrocelli
02:35
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The feeling of rain, a bottle-green shame
Filling my nylon shorts again
Setting up shop in a cardboard box
Wondering why no passing trade
Painting a yacht in an empty room
Riding my milk float all the way down to the Lane
But Gerard Ball’s out today
And Jimmy Ruffin is getting all the radio play
So what became of the unbroken heart
That sat on a buffet pumping away
Hiding a whole in the kitchen floor
Hoping these buyers don’t offer any more?
Wath-Upon-Derne’s endless sales on TV
And a lambent memory of falling asleep
Hugging an eyeless bear
Dreaming of kindness and some form of encouragement
Weebles may wobble
Can you be sure they won’t fall down?
Scary as fuck in the sinister treehouse
Owned by the pudgy next-door clown
Who runs his Wide Games for all the young boys
While the red ants swarm the pavement
And yesterday’s rose-petal perfume starts to smell oh-so cruel
Yesterday’s rose perfume starts to smell oh-so cruel
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5. |
Renault 5
04:32
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Car horn breaks the silence, lifeline from a someone
Living and endless Founder’s Day
Baseball cap and a cider, a five-mile clip escape route
A Bolt from the Blue again
Someone who’s all giving, a link between the living
And a soul who thinks they can’t be saved
These shiny happy young people, too soon to lose religion
All they see is what’s to gain
Cycling round the outskirts, licking off a side-plate
Smelling lives with futures made
Driving into the darkness, looking for some guidance
All I see is who’s to blame
It crawls through the distance weighed down by shame
Hauling a session that clouds up the brain
A throb in the evening like a clot in the vein
This loving disdain
Winding up the window, closing down the browser
Everything’s going blank again
Nothing on the horizon, nothing but the concept
Wondering why it’s all the same
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6. |
Feet of Clay
03:17
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A blinding opening of every single cell
The dive planned perfect but an unexpected swell
Did you stay down darling, did you stay down?
Did you stay down darling, did you stay down?
A sty of blankets filled with trinket-unbeliefs
Pearls of wisdom rubbing underneath the sheets
Did you stay down darling, did you stay down?
Did you stay down darling, did you stay down?
And the sea may glisten with the drama of the deep
But the deep holds nothing now for me
Sleep’s done run away and I can feel another day
Coming digging around these feet of clay to find me out
Sleep’s done run away and I can feel another day
Coming digging around these feet of clay to find me out
A single opening of every blinding cell
The unexpected dive, a large pluperfect swell
Did you stay down darling, did you stay down?
Did you stay down darling, did you stay down?
Go away
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7. |
Taxi for Knobhead
03:56
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Baby grand piano stands lid-down all year
Ivories hidden, fifty-two unshed tears
Emulsioned the whole house, white-washed all my crimes
A piss-pot Bobby Rauschenberg, repainting no good times
And it feels so unloving to stay
And it feels so unloving to leave
And it feels so unloving to stay
But I know what I did
A team of grey squirrels charge the door in turn
To smash up the nutbags that I’d left out for the birds
Taxi for knobhead, who leaves on a briny wave
Opens the car door, steps into his mistake
And it feels so unloving to stay
And it feels so unloving to leave
And it feels so unloving to stay
But I know what I did
Six cans good, five pounds fitter
Tin is only way to test your mettle
Open his rucksack, the boy with the arab strap
Head in the canvas, he falls flat on his back
Sees thirty-six black keys that unlock the same door
Back to the start, back to the floor
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8. |
Sparrow Legs
02:58
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It’s late night in my bedroom
The Woodman’s closed, you’ve managed
Just to make sense of your day
Time to listen
About the plan to pack in
The big-money job and start up small
To try and get away from the pressure, from the strain
I should have listened
I want to live in a world where you stayed
I need your belief but it’s too late to pray
I saw your old photo the other day
I was staring back at me
Same sparrow legs, same thinning hair
Same distant look, like you don’t want to be there
A fag on the go ‘cos it’s something to do
I don’t know what to make of you
My mind’s cast back to a time when
You took apart my bass guitar
To try and prove a point
I should have listened
I’d smashed my cricket bat in anger
Couldn’t score a run unable to express myself
Ashamed I couldn’t tell you
Still you put my bass back together again
I want to live in a world where you stayed
I need your belief but it’s too late to pray
I saw your old photo the other day
I was staring back at me
Same sparrow legs, same thinning hair
Same distant look, like you don’t want to be there
A fag on the go ‘cos it’s something to do
I don’t know what to make of you
Or me
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9. |
New Broom
03:16
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The eyes move, the lips are clear
But the lack of distance doesn’t mean that you’re near
The sparks flew, so a fresh brew
And someone says, ‘Out of the blues, comes a white-wash new.’
Stole from your bed
Another night in someone else’s home
So you withdrew. What heads the list of reasons?
Monkey see, monkey do
You’ve a new broom, but it sweeps the same
A different set of blisters but the same old pain
They don’t touch, you don’t touch too
And like they say ‘Out of the blues comes a white-wash new.’
Stole from your bed
Another night in someone else’s home
So you withdrew. What heads the list of reasons?
Monkey see, monkey do
Where’s my music, I need my music
It’s going away, for now
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10. |
Sudnay Mourning
05:07
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Ain’t no fever while you’re praying
A new stain, a glue stain soaks through the pall
And the beetle that you thought would watch you dying
And you saw as your only friend is still on the wall
Only now the tears and wrawl
‘Cos it wasn’t the answer to anything at all
Got no conscience while you’re playing
You use them, confuse them with no sense of fall
Friendship’s just a game you’re playing
You move on and make like it was nothing at all
Only now the tears and wrawl
‘Cos it wasn’t the answer to anything at all
Hold me down someone, hold me down
Hold me down so I can’t get up again
Despair that’s cellular and fibrous
In tendon and bone I know what friendship is
Playing, saying, plain sailing
Do you even care what you did to me?
Only now the tears and wrawl
‘Cos it wasn’t the answer to anything at all
Hold me down someone, hold me down
Hold me down so I can’t get up again
I can get up again
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Matthew James Crutchlow London, UK
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