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Trapped
05:03
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Keystroke rhythm of the eager beavers
Ringtones rupture the monotony again
The squares of hope lustre brightly lit
Dead skin boundaries but not where you hit
Paper piles of junk to achieve
A young ones footprint adorns the wall
A duty to think of what’s the risk
Your mind is full of deserting this pit x2
The time is right to waddle along
To the traps of white thrones to do the daily
Sitting for time to complete the task
I'll try to be king before I take to the ring
Back patting congratulations to all that play
The political nonsense stands in good stead
Laugh when you’re meant to, not when you want
Or you’ll find the back door instead of the front
The heady smell of beans from Clara
A fountain will listen but knows no further
Discuss the weather, the latest, the father
What so-and-so did, does and all manner
Prevention abates the recurrence quota
Belts and braces imbued in places
Meet face to face to “touch base” and reason
Brainstorm the cause, it’s mother nature of course
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2. |
Not Today Mate
04:59
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Not today mate I think I've got heat-stroke been sitting in the park all day
I'd tried the landline, it's cheaper, but you weren't there - I'm sorry but I can't pay today
Another time, yeah the thing is I'm knackered been working like a bitch OK?
It's the cookie place, they made me have an early start I forced a smile on Christmas day
We know the truth
You're on again and working hard you're driving vans not milking cows
The early starts
They must be shit but deal with it so suck it up and grow some stones
We see - you don't have the cash nor the time
We see - the truth that is hiding behind
All of your - all of your - all of your lies
Did I say that I could do the 7th my friend is here from Devon that day
Maybe a party or something else untenable
Perhaps I could say I have AIDS?
Is that too much?
Yeah I think I've done my back in, it's what I got from horsing around
But then again, my dizzy spells are here once more the diagnosis is I'm feeling down
We know the truth
You're on again and working hard you're driving vans not milking cows
The early starts
They must be shit but deal with it so suck it up and grow some stones
We see - you don't have the cash nor the time
We see - the truth that is hiding behind
All of your - all of your - all of your lies
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3. |
Gonna Get A Hipster
03:23
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Gonna get a hipster yeah?
Well how you gonna get a hipster?
I'm gonna go full on selfie.
This geezer, well he's with his mate,
He's pissed himself, there's nothing he could do.
And I grabbed him yeah, moving into view
I selfied the fuck out of him
And uploaded him all over the show
But I....I didn't look good myself
But it's not about me, no
It's all about me with a hipster?
Robin? he's gone all craft beer on me
He took me to a pub,
It's called Craig - fucking Craig.
Hackney's full on hipster territory
Shit hole, craft beer, in an urban wasteland
With stupid haircuts and their bikes
We've actually infiltrated full on hipster territory
To make myself fit into the hipster scene
I tucked my socks into my skinny jeans,
To blend in with all the rest
I had my hair parted to the side, that's best
Well Robin, big hair, he was alright
I'll be at home tell you about it tonight
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4. |
Rabbits
05:49
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Pop soda oblivion, oh yeah
For ever in five minutes
All cheery in the puppets caaaamp
Get things moving on, the porch
Death whittling on
Kicking back with Jack and (with) Geoooorge
(Mecha-babe-zilla)
On the morrow right until the end
Get the damn kids
off the porch Sarcasti-corn-u-copia
(Mecha-babe-zilla)
Chorus
I didn’t kill all the rabbits
But we might as well eat
They’ve got no nutritional, value we will starve anyway
Verse 2
You know everything sucks. Laughing
at the world below
in the rigging cool moosing like a moose does
If everyone would just shut up
Just for two seconds And took
a listen to the beautiful absence of opinion
(Mecha-babe-zilla)
Chorus
I didn’t kill all the rabbits
But we might as well eat
They’ve got no nutritional, value we will starve anyway
Odd bit
No? Didn’t think so
Su-per squish-ing time
Verse 3
Work eat sleep repeat, This bear
completely headache free
Creepozoids - entirely to blame
Quigley was the catalyst For
whatever came next
Keep moving, so
Shall we say tomorrow?
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5. |
Orange
05:20
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Soooooo then I said “Ffion, what have you done to yourself, to your self?”
Sheeee is so pretty
Natural colours – but now she’s all ORANGE!
She went right through the mill, right through the mill - she had five horses
But then she lost her favourite one - her favourite one - YEAH
He’s a non-conformist
Takes off his coat, he's got
The back of his shirt as the front of his shirt.
Cuffs together tied, I ask you What?
Ffion what have you done?
Heeeee’s got a massive fuck off scar
And now he has to wear
a surg - ical truss from front to rear
To get him up the stairs
Theeeeey moved into their dream new house
That they had built for them
She’s got a show ring for the horse
She’ll ride in the major games
Took the pony, ran it through the mill
Now it's the glue that's holding their lives apart.
Chew the grist from his open fist
And then he rams it deep inside
For the nags but where's the favourite one?
She's not a natural colour, it's all gone wrong
Grist and Mill those cuff are Tied and Trussed
Ffion what have you done? I ask you!
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6. |
Grey Metal Box
04:32
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You know the outlook is bad
Pumping shit to the platter
Save the data for later
Watching out for the spatter
Nonsense reasons for change
We're locked in, to roaming the home, while in range
Frustrating updating watching the bar creep
Teeth grating self hating time, has taken way too far and it's gonna blow
Captain Nevada has stolen my mail,
(well) He crept in at night while we slept
Everything looks the same as before
But no one’s surprised by the theft
So let's, improve on today
Tap it, unwrap it, then stack it all away
Songs from the past aren’t the same anymore
Songs from the future can’t get through the door
The Merry-go-round takes my money away
Everyone knows what you’re gonna say
You know the outlook is bad
Pumping shit to the platter
Save the data for later
Watching out for the spatter
Nonsense reasons for change
We're locked in, to roaming the home, while in range
Frustrating updating watching the bar creep
We wake ghosts from the past
Remember the shame of failures ignored
No escape from within
The grey metal box of plastic and tin
We wake ghosts from the past
Remember the shame of failures ignored
No escape from within
The grey metal box of plastic and tin
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7. |
Swings and Misses
04:03
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He's positive
Took the dog out
Stood in the wood He was dressed
Like a duck
This is not what he expected
Shirtless
And back bare
Swings and misses
Where is the misses at home next door
He is positive
Swings and misses
Not what he expected
Round and about
Skirts
Round the edges
Not what he had planned
Ifs and buts it's all butts
This place is over manned
He is very positive
Dressed
As a rooster
To see if his luck will change
Dogs
At the vets
Crippled with creeping mange
Slid in slipped up fucked up
He is positive
Swings and misses
Not what he expected
Round and about
It's always been a dream of mine to have two women
Standing
Firm
Planted on shady ground
Checks over shoulder to see
If anyone's
Crouching like a dog this is not what he wanted
3
Is the number
The audience is sweating
Growing and growling
Numbers
Numbing
Get the fuck in or
Get the fuck out of here
He is positive
Swings and misses
Not what he expected
Round and about
Get the fuck out
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8. |
Sectioned
05:20
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We all fall down every now and then
Waiting to hear someone’s great pearls of wisdom
Do you turn around to see who’s there
Only to find out that you’ve been mistaken
Come this far find out your hopes and dreams
Have been shattered and then blown to the wind
Total breakdown
Losing self control
stand well back and watch my head explode
Relax... you won’t feel a thing
You come back… into a world, that’s already dead
Don’t worry… I can’t feel a thing
Just keep still… and let me push this big fat needle in
Bounced off the four walls
Thrown down to the floor
Got me pinned down what’s this treatment called?
Brutality and frustration
Another hit and I’m back in this world again
Hot wiring for the brain
Got a feeling you think I’m insane
Do your best and lets get started
Plug me in wire me up and watch the show
Relax... you won’t feel a thing
You come back… into a world, that’s already dead
Don’t worry… I can’t feel a thing
Just keep still… and let me push this big fat needle in
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