1. |
Glamour
03:39
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Tell me what your belief is worth
I'll give you something worth believing
Don't bother black magic, it won't bother you
Spend no time on the demons appearing in every mirror you see
Still you won't see through the glamour
No you won't see past the glamour
Every thought you've ever thunk
Was put in that head by me
The signing of your death sentence
The writing of your obituary
Still you won't see through the glamour
No you won't see past the glamour
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2. |
Windmills
04:39
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Sitting ducks all in a row
You never realised your potential
You were purely mediocre til the end
Realise your potential
Or you'll be purely mediocre til the end
If they found a way of bottling superpowers
You would still drink dark rum instead
You would still take the rum instead
Don Quixote told me
As he rode with haste
That we've all got windmills to chase
Keep your mind on the mission Sonny Jim
Order me another large gin while you're at it
Don't forget to charge it to Cervantes
Even Icarus got off the ground
Well you just fell off your barstool
And sat there arguing whose round it was
Even Icarus got off the ground
Don Quixote told me
As he rode with haste
That we've all got windmills to chase
Keep your mind on the mission Sonny Jim
Order me another large gin while you're at it
Don't forget to charge it to Cervantes
I wanted dreams
But they're only windmills
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3. |
Wag
03:50
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Another link in the chain
Looks me in the eye and tells me
I'm going to have to turn my back
On you
Another pane in the glass
Looks right through my eyes
I swear I'll always see your face
Cos you've got two
I always used to say
At the end of the day
We're all somebody's dog
You made this waste
You carved this face
But this tail don't Wag for you no more
This tail don't Wag for you no more
My tail don't Wag for you no more
Another pain in the arse
Wants to stab me in the back
By crawling up and down my spine
Up my spine
If every link the chain
Would only turn around
And retreat to the link behind
It would all be fine
I always used to say
At the end of the day
We're all somebody's dog
You made this waste
You carved this face
But this tail don't Wag for you no more
This tail don't Wag for you no more
My tail don't Wag for you no more
You always used to say
At the end of the day
We're all somebody's dog
You made this waste
You carved this face
But this tail don't Wag for you no more
This tail don't Wag for you no more
My tail don't Wag for you no more
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4. |
Look Who's Sorry Now
04:03
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I was young and I thought I was in love
Now those big boys in the suits are your friends down the pub
Brothers grow apart as they grow up
Seems the dreams that we once shared don't seem to be enough
Every tale we ever told
Every friend we ever sold
For thirty pieces on the head
It felt much more like golden chances, dances, opportunities
You know how we hate apologies
That's how much this means to me
Cos look who's sorry now
I've been a bad boy gone astray and been misled
Turns out the times I thought we'd spent, spent us instead
Every tale we ever told
Every friend we ever sold
For thirty pieces on the head
It felt much more like golden chances, dances, opportunities
You know how we hate apologies
That's how much this means to me
Cos look who's sorry now
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5. |
EFFYswnfef
03:38
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6. |
Bleary
04:53
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Elizabeth enters the room
See Phillip drowning his sorrows
They embrace, she takes one look at his face
And she knows he's feeling hollow
Bleary eyed dreams
Of leading revolutions
Will all fall flat come the morning
This we know yet we still go on
Drinking and dreaming
Let's stay bleary eyed forever
Charlie lies with a princess in bed
Takes a shot to the arm it shoots to his head
Charlie's slipping away as Princess she turns to say:
"To me Charlie, you won't ever be dead."
Bleary eyed dreams
Of leading revolutions
Will all fall flat come the morning
This we know yet we still go on
Drinking and dreaming
Let's stay bleary eyed forever
Elizabeth enters the room
See Phillip drowning his sorrows
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7. |
Hotel X
06:20
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You talk so often
Of going to the dogs
Well the dogs are here
You're scared that you might stand this fear
In Hotel X
The ups and downs
They go and come
Below the ground
A candle burns
Just one short prayer
And you are back on your feet again
CHORUS
All the wine and the piss and the dreams and the rain
All run down the same drains
All the gambles and chances and stories and flutters
Run down those same gutters
Let them all run to the sea
So the sun will soak them all up and shower them down again
The sun will soak them all up and shower them down
Again and again and again
You walk for miles and miles
From London to St. Ides
You sleep in spikes
Drink and think
But never touch the sides
From Wapping to Whitechapel Town
We are past redemption now
The Winters here would let you freeze
O take me to Alsatia
O please
CHORUS
All the wine and the piss and the dreams and the rain
All run down the same drains
All the gambles and chances and stories and flutters
Run down those same gutters
Let them all run to the sea
So the sun will soak them all up and shower them down again
The sun will soak them all up and shower them down
Again and again and again
Belisha beacons
Unafraid of all they've seen today
Do you believe in the way that you feel?
You're so insincere
I still love you babe
Though it's not a thing you want to hear
Won't keep you warm when you are cold
Won't keep you safe from harm
In Hotel X
Nothing ever changes but your luck
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8. |
Wellness
04:37
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Dose
Dose me up
Like a rabbit in a stew
There's an unknown recommended daily allowance
For now I'll just take five
You could slice me open
If that's what you decide
The only damn wish
I ever did have
Was to spell your name
With my insides
If this is the last thing I'll ever hear
Nail my palms to the table and wait for the night
If this is the last song that I'll ever write
I'll slip down to Hell with a smile
As tissue and muscle
Jostle and tussle
With headaches for space
My body shakes
Medication
Medication's what you need
I've got a cough
Like a snare drum
And everybody wants one
If this is the last thing I'll ever hear
Nail my palms to the table and wait for the night
If this is the last song that I'll ever write
I'll slip down to Hell with a smile
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Granfalloon Manchester, UK
Manchester based composer and recordist. Lo-fi. Folk. Psych. Songs. Unusually long neck for a man my height.
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