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1. |
You Never Know
03:19
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Will we be rich? You never know
I don’t want to dream about it
Have twenty hits? You never know
I don’t want to scheme about it
I just want to play my music
I love it, don’t want to lose it
Oh, it’s funny
Don’t need fame, just a bit of money
We’ll storm the charts. You never know
Maybe if our songs are better
Break pretty girls’ hearts
She might break yours if you let her
I just want to sing my songs
When I play guitar, nothing’s wrong
Oh, it’s funny…
A great big house? You never know
Thirty rooms to fill with jewels
Glamorous spouse? You never know
The envy of all shallow fools
I just want sweet harmony
Where nothing can do harm to me
Oh, it’s funny …
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2. |
Janglin'
03:33
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3. |
Capitalism Must End
02:56
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At the mill, the children strike
No work, no pay
Say we toil too long, give us
An eleven hour day
Machines arrive, to turn and drive
Replace drudgery with steam
But what of those, whose labour goes
Unneeded in this dream?
The miners strike, coal lies unhewn
You must hear them speak
We work so very hard, we need
A thirty hour week
How can we make these people work
Longer for our gain?
Make them want what they don’t need
They’ll work on through the pain
Arise, a new gospel of consumption
So cynically designed
What is old, throw it away
Plastic, oil refined
We mechanise, and profits rise
They lull us with a lie
Released from grind, easy work, you’ll find
Instead, eke and die
Artificial, beneficial
All the work is done for us
Workers scrabble helplessly
For scraps dropped in the dust
And when these jobs, they also go
Just what have we got?
An oligarchy, stark and lonely
The useless left to rot
And then, another way
No work, no need
All people, in togetherness
Everyone, we feed
From toil to steam, and electric dreams
To inequity it tends
By evolution or revolution
Capitalism must end
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4. |
For a Reason
04:24
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The cold orange light
Of a dark, foggy night
Walk past the houses
Where fires burn bright
Will I ever feel better?
Well someday I might
I could not speak
The body was weak
The mind willing on
But the man was too meek
I followed my heart, where it went
But life now seems spent
And all the people knew,
They knew
They could see me try to talk to you
But the words I said
Were not what was in my head
I did what I did for a reason
I did it for you
The dreams, they throng
Born of stories and songs
I was in love
But the hope was wrong
A fantasy leaks into life
If dreamed of too long
And oh, aye
There’s people looked down their nose at me
And oh, aye
They looked and said no, it could not be
Oh aye
Oh aye
It burns, oh the shame
When they all say your name
And talk of your love
No I’d never want fame
But there’s only one man
I must take the blame
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5. |
She Loves Me False
03:18
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I love her: true. She loves me: false
She won’t even enter the waltz, with me
That is the fact, the end of the tale
No withering wanks, sad, lonely and pale
She was my synapses, sparking my song, my art
I loved that girl, from the bottom, of this breaking heart
I try to forget, when the evenings come
I puffed on a reefer, I sipped on a rum, so sweet
But the swirl in the glass as the end draws near
Reminded me only of her curving rear, so plum
She was my neurons, firing and lit, my treat
I loved that girl, from her head down to her bum
Sitting alone
Always on my own
Maybe that’s why my mind kept playing tricks on me
Maybe that’s why my mind kept playing tricks on me
My mind kept playing tricks on me
I love her, yes. But I can choose not
What another feels, is no-one’s lot, to pick
I will not speak, now she told me no
The pain that I feel, she’ll never ken, it so
She was my sinews, straining for grit, to start
I loved that girl from the bottom of this breaking heart
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6. |
My Dear Sir
02:08
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My dear sir
I still want her
And I must contest
Her affection
We both know
That one must go
And I would be
Her selection
Ch. Don’t know what
You fought for her for
You won the war
Then walked out the door
My good man
You call me shan
For protection
Said in vain
For no real gain
Apologetic
Genuflection
Ch.
Bridge. A bank holiday
I love her so
Let us run away
I bid we go
But love and hope just to elope
Came sliding, dashing, down a crumbling slope
A lonely boy
Whose heart, your toy
Walks lonely through
The civil twilight
At least I knew
The grey from blue
Suppose it’s something
Of a highlight
Ch.
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7. |
Nothing
04:00
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Do you want me to do anything
Then nothing is what I’ll do
Maybe I will ask about it
In a month or two
But you’re on your own love
You’re on your own pet
Ill equipped
Escape to forget
So you’re full of fear and out of strength
And battling with your mental health
Well maybe I will text again
When you have fixed yourself
Cos you’re on your own, love
Let me make it stark
Ill equipped and
Afraid in the dark
I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
Though that was never in doubt
And gives you nowt
That is all you’ll get from me
When the tables turn and I’m in need
I note you fail to find the deed
And softly spoken gentle words
To put my mind at ease
When I’m on my own love
And the end is nigh
Ill equipped
And afraid to die
I’ll give no ideas
I can’t face your fears
And I
Cannot view
The news it is
Appalling
Coddled and warm
Keeping the storm
At bay
But we all face
Our own dark place
One day
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8. |
Falling
02:29
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Don’t give in to it
Though your body burns
And the appetite’s lit
And your stomach churns
If you see her face
When your eyes are shut
And drift to a place
You feel in your gut
You’re falling, and falling in love
Can shockingly cut
When you were with her
In the moment was fine
But now you’re alone
You dream and you pine
You’re drinking, and love drunk is worse
Than from any strong wine
Br1. She was just pretty and kind
Now this lust boggles my mind
Can I trust it when
It’s not easy
It’s never easy
To get back to a clear head
To walk away from all the things you said
Don’t rewrite the script
Of your future life
The fabric is ripped
Now she is your wife
Your falling, and falling in love
Can twist like a knife
Br2. Back to the everyday
But to the dullish grey
Back to it anyway
Back to the solitude
That made me so hungry for her
You known its name’s “falling”
But it’s calling you down all the same
Yes “fallen” is it name but you’ve
Fallen for her all the same
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9. |
The Will
03:07
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Well I am old, and suffering
And gravely, deathly ill
So write this down, my muttering
I’ll dictate to you my will
I am not a poor man, but it’s
Few who’d call me kind
So maybe with my will I’ll change
Your heart and, yeah, your mind
To my dear old pal Tattoo Jack
Who never paid me back
That twenty quid to buy a Cuba
Libre and a snack
I leave a penny, little changed
By being up my bum
So you may spend it happily
On cola and on rum
Br. To the children that I never had
I leave my lazy side
To the lovers whom I didn’t love
I leave my foolish pride
To the smiling priests, ignoring grief
I leave my crushing doubt
Truly they have riches now
Though they are good for nowt
To my dear old chum Tom Farquar
Who borrowed once my car
And scratched the wing and didn’t tell
And then denied the scar
I leave said car, I know how he
Hates to ride the tube
Although it is my wish that first
It’s crushed into a cube
Br. To those I wronged, I leave a song
Of shame, that I was hasty
I learned too old, to warm the soul
And not to be so nasty
To them I feel that have wronged me
I lived but not forgot
May their cars, on summer days
Always run too hot
To my dear old friend Hanspeter Hyde
Who robbed me of my bride
And made me watch a whole lifetime
Her shining by his side
I leave my heart, to your safe keep
Though it’s broken like myself
The autopsy will be next week
You can put it on your shelf
To you my angel, sitting still
And taking down this will
If you would like my whole fortune
You must but get a pill
To bring me strength, and wooden length
Then it is in the bank
For I have now, a single wish:
A giddy goodbye wank
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10. |
If You Want To Scream
03:38
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If you want to scream, hold it in tight
You must not show, shivers or fright, to them
The world is hard, you cannot look weak
They cannot know, you’re fearful to speak, to them
Oh very nice, if that’s how the world works, now
Oh very nice, if that’s how we all work, now
You built a defence, you’ve towered a wall
It keeps out the bad, but it keeps out all, good things
The intimate calm, of a sensitive soul
The vulnerable charm, stuffed down a hole, he sings
Oh what have you done, imprisoned yourself now, love
Oh what have you done, imprisoned yourself now, love
You get to the point where you think they like you, then you freeze, and you seize
The chemist, the dentist, the shopworker too, yes all these, no please
Another one lost, to the fear of being real
Another card missed, that you failed to deal
Another crush gone, that you didn’t seal
Aye aye aye
Until you die
That is enough, I am human
And fear to show fear, it is not grand, at all
Fear to be sweet, and caring, and kind
This is the dread I will leave behind, stand tall
Oh what have I done, imprisoned myself now, love
Oh very nice, if that’s how the world works, love
No it’s not how I’ll work from now on, love
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11. |
England's Rose
02:33
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If I could scramble – backwards –
To the chance I didn’t see,
And marshal slack, and weak words,
To allure such as she,
Would charms and quip evade me?
Commonly, in awe
Of bonnie ones – yet here
‘T was a chance I never saw.
She is fair, and famous,
The pride of England’s North.
And I, its lamest laggard,
As yet to prove my worth.
I’d have rambled tensely,
And stammered clauses strange,
Or tongue tied, said nothing –
No meeting there arranged.
Steal twelve hours from the gods
Retrograde and certain
Beat the clock, against the odds
Raise again the final curtain
Take the glass I smashed in awe
And the wine that spilled so freely
Pick the shards up from the floor
Take me back, I wish so dearly
Then when my nerves sat later,
And hope, a crypt to close –
I’d rue it, even louder –
Lost chance to win this rose
Or maybe I’d have charmed her
And caught her clear eye,
And won her with my wit, while
Tounges, awag, would cry:
Who’s this, who had the card that
Enchanted England’s rose?
Alas I learned too late that
She was single, I suppose…
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12. |
Nothing Is Perfect
03:04
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Nothing is perfect
Or, no tale that I’ll tell
I’ll be your sorrow
For nothing ends well
In this life of mine
Life’s leaves, they pine
Oh for a match for my node
To sing love’s sweet ode
He always looks first
Before holding the door
Lets it slam on the lowly
They should hold him in awe
In this life of mine
She loves this swine
Oh on her heartstring, bowed
A song for this toad
Bridge:
Joy is my heart
One hour
The beautiful world
One flower
A washed out grey
And a washed out day
And some fine people say
It’s all good
Man was born not
To be airy and glad
Made to survive,
And create from the sad
In this life of mine
A segment of a line
Oh do not slip, gentle kiss
Into the night of the abyss
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Pete Beat Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
Pete Beat is an adventurer in the space of all possible sounds, seeking out sweet harmonies and funky beats wherever they may be found, regardless of danger to his person.
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