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A Means To an End
03:48
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Goodnight children
Goodnight people everywhere
I hope you sleep well
And fear no nightmares
'cos people in the world today
Believe in no hell
We believe in a means to an end in our little bubble
We believe in a means to an end and another man's struggle
The exorcism
Of modern people's demons
Happens on the high streets
They're groaning under
All the weight of laden arms
And melted plastic
We believe in a means to an end in our little bubble
We believe in a means to an end and another man's struggle
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Game Show Host
04:47
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I think we're just the game show hosts
Our hopes and dreams become like ghosts
So free the fear you fear the most
'cos we are just the game show hosts
We are out of control
I try to live with letting go
I beware despair and cling to hope
But the more I live the more I know
That in my life I'm just the game show host
We are out of control
Free the fear you fear the most
And let your dreams become as ghosts
Mother nature re-arranges coasts
We are just the game show hosts
We are out of control
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3. |
Kill - O - Gram
04:12
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KILL – O – GRAM
Exploiters network is the national grid
Unscrupulous doesn’t quite cover it
Yeah you think that you’re safe, but your name’s on the list
I’ll be in severing heaven when opening up your wrists
And you may think it strange but I don’t find it funny
Relieving old people of their pension money
And I may be wrong, this may not be your fate
But I based my decision on an estimate
I wanna knock on your door with a knife in my hand
I wanna be your kill-o-gram
No luck of the draw – it’s personal justice
The law of the land is never gonna touch this
Knock on your door with a knife in my hand
I wanna be your kill - o - gram
Can’t hide from my law when your name’s on the list
You’d better get ready for personal justice
I don’t believe in abstinence everlasting
I put my faith in a prophylactic
People need to be free from disease
So with the Holy See I disagree
But I prefer the see to celebrity
Transgressions broadcast on TV
Intellectual infidelity
Is broadcast on the BBC
I wanna knock on your door with a knife in my hand
I wanna be your kill-o-gram
No luck of the draw – it’s personal justice
The law of the land is never gonna touch this
Knock on your door with a knife in my hand
I wanna be your kill - o - gram
Can’t hide from my law when your name’s on the list
You’d better get ready for personal justice
Is the fear in the media making us sick?
Is the Pope a Catholic?
Do we deserve or fate ‘cos we lost our wits?
*IS* the Pope a Catholic?
A brazen beauty clothes obscene
Bought her the life of a waking dream
The televised death of a beauty queen
With her face on the cover of a magazine
Is the fear in the media making us sick?
Is the Pope a Catholic?
We deserve our fate ‘cos we lost our wits
So give me the knife and I’ll cut you quick
I wanna knock on your door with a knife in my hand
I wanna be your kill-o-gram
No luck of the draw – it’s personal justice
The law of the land is never gonna touch this
Knock on your door with a knife in my hand
I wanna be your kill - o - gram
Can’t hide from my law when your name’s on the list
You’d better get ready for personal justice
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Footprints
04:17
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FOOTPRINTS
I was a lonely boy out in the fields
Walking in circles footprint wheels
I saw a lovely girl out in the glow
I held her close and never let her go
We kissed on the end of every street
Talking, laughing, kicking up leaves
Stood hand in hand under the trees
The moon in her eyes made a hole in me
I can’t explain just how I feel
Walking in circles footprint wheels
We stood out in the rain on a city street
Holes ijn my soles got me wet feet
We walked through the rain to a black door
Cold in the air and a whitewash wall
And though I turned on my heel and I headed home
Her face in my head would never go
And I hope to this day that I let her know
That love lived in a mobile phone
I can’t explain just how I feel
Walking in circles footprint wheels
There’s a great big sky at our window
Our house is a smile where the wind blows
I still love the girl under the trees
Out in the rain and next to me
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5. |
Milestones And Motorways
04:17
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MILESTONES AND MOTORWAYS
Here for your appreciation
Do not question my dedication
Passing miles as well as milestones
Midnights passing far from my home
Ever wanted something better than this?
Never wanted something better than this
Motorway, Monday, bad day wake up on a
Tuesday dead got a bad head Wednesday
Got the shakes, hangover, Thursday, Motorway
Drunk in another pub, wake up, same shame
Friday, Motorway, Living on takeaway
Drained ‘cos I bombed lastnight, living life on a
Motorway, Saturday, hands smell like diesel then it’s
Sunday, bad day I wanna go home
Breathing diesel, eyes wide open
Do not question, my devotion
My last meal came wrapped in plastic
A caffeine headache making me sick
Ever wanted something better than this?
Never wanted something better than this
Motorway, Monday, bad day wake up on a
Tuesday dead got a bad head Wednesday
Got the shakes, hangover, Thursday, Motorway
Drunk in another pub, wake up, same shame
Friday, Motorway, Living on takeaway
Drained ‘cos I bombed lastnight, living life on a
Motorway, Saturday, hands smell like diesel then it’s
Sunday, bad day I wanna go home
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Trash
04:20
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TRASH
I sometimes wonder if a banker’s ghost
Would sleep on a bed made of ten pound notes
The piggy band breaks and we come undone
We’re paying for the years to come
We are cheap trash, loose change, our lives are cheap
We owe to a man with an evil streak
The piggy band breaks and we come undone
We’re paying for the years to come
Ever wonder whose life is it anyway?
If you pick up the pieces can you give them away?
And if your face don’t fit with the usual style
A Pharaoh throws you into the Nile
We are cheap trash, loose change, our lives are cheap
We’re owned by a man with an evil streak
And if your face don’t fit with the usual style
A pharaoh throws you into the Nile
Cruel men put their faith in a soldier’s skill
Don’t wanna hear the words ‘you should not kill’
They lie with the child on the top of a hill
Forever to lie there wishing us ill
We are cheap trash, loose change, our lives are cheap
Doing deeds for a man with an evil streak
They lie with the child on the top of a hill
Forever to lie there wishing us ill
We are cheap trash, loose change, our lives are cheap
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Peace Of Mind
05:15
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PEACE OF MIND
I must state here
Faith’s importance in
Keeping heads straight and
Smiles on faces
You don’t know me but
Still you tell me that
You know better and
I am empty
Once you sow the seeds of self-doubt you can’t dig them out they start to sprout
Once you sow the seeds of self-doubt they start to sprout you can’t dig them out
Do not question my
Dedication ‘cos
I don’t trade on a
Reputation I
Sing what’s inside me
And forever I
Do what I can to
Make it better
Gonna get out of the middle, step to the side, you can’t take my peace of mind
I get out of the middle, step to the side, you can’t break this heart of mine
I opt out
‘cos I feel a fear a cant ignore, got a feeling that there’s so much more
I know doubt
To be a thing I can’t afford, the feeling is a carnivore
Hungry for the light behind the eyes
Peace of mind
So I stick with my
Great grand purpose I
Will not join with the heartless circus
With larynx tearing and
Fingers thrashing I
Hope to bring out some
Human passion
Monotone groan, disco clone,
Unplug the headphones, switch off the ringtone
Monotone clone, disco groan, unplug the headphones
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Christmas
03:55
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CHRISTMAS
Goodnight, I must sleep now
To leave my head behind
I hope that in the morning
I will find some peace of mind
Fearless at Christmas
It couldn’t wait a week? I know that destiny must speak
But it’s Christmas
The human condition
Pays no heed to time
Seconds tick without permission
Alarms ring in the dead of night
White lights and green trees
Remind me of mortality
This isn’t right for you and me
‘cos nobody should have to be
Fearless at Christmas
It couldn’t wait a week? I know that destiny must speak
But it’s Christmas
White lights and green trees
Remind me of mortality
A Christmas wish that you and me
Should never ever have to be
Fearless at Christmas
It couldn’t wait a week? I know that destiny must speak
But it’s Christmas
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9. |
Long Sunny Days
04:31
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LONG SUNNY DAYS
I was swimming in sunshine driving on right
A sudden appearance at passenger side
A face made of paper made brown from the light
Knocking on windows
Has left a lifetimes labyrinth of lines on her face
She crackles and smoulders
She can’t stand the pace
It’s a rout not a race
Passers by are immune to the human burning
This place is so cold, could rend the flesh from your bones
Once you see past the long sunny days
There’s a desert of rain and desperation
I once met a man on a pavement
A pavement ever so fine
And the scars on his hands and the weals on his mind
From the ghosts in the engine room
Mark him out as a man of a kind
Who met with an angel with terrible eyes
And a chain on her wrist
It’s a perfect disguise ‘cos
The girl is a bitch
This place is so cold, could rend the flesh from your bones
Once you see past the long sunny days
There’s a desert of rain and desperation
The state will provide you with medical bills
Trade for powder and pills
You don’t need a home if you don’t feel the chill
And home is where the heart is
You lost your free will
To men whose grand purpose is
Shuffling papers, men without feeling
They can’t change your life if your life has no meaning to them
We all smoulder, we can’t stand the pace
It’s a rout not a race it’s a disgrace
This place is so cold, could rend the flesh from your bones
Once you see past the long sunny days
There’s a desert of rain and desperation
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10. |
Man In The Corner
04:04
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MAN IN THE CORNER
The man in the corner sees all walks of life
From his tightrope walk along the breadline
Crowds of people killing time
He sees a lot of necks and backs of heads
Conversations pass him by in threads
He’s going slowly ‘round the bend
The man in the corner
Cannot sleep at night
Cannot sleep unless he’s wasted
Man in the corner
Cannot make it right
Can’t take back the time he wasted
The man in the corner’s playing at being a star
With a microphone and a beat up guitar
To and froing from the bar
He tells himself ‘I must escape
I cannot take another day
I have to get out of this place’
The man in the corner
Cannot sleep at night
Cannot sleep unless he’s wasted
Man in the corner
Cannot make it right
Can’t take back the time he wasted
The man begins to plan his great escape
But distraction takes him to another place
Green glass filed with gold, ten years old
He tries to let go but it’s in his bones
Don’t think he’ll ever get away
Will he ever get away?
The man in the corner
Cannot sleep at night
Cannot sleep unless he’s wasted
Man in the corner
Cannot make it right
Can’t take back the time he wasted
He wasted
He didn't waste it
He just got wasted
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11. |
Red Apple
05:15
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RED APPLE
I should have learned to sing a lullaby
A song to help you sleep tonight
‘cos if you can’t sleep then I can’t sleep
You know I’ll still be here when the night turns light
I’ll watch you sleep tonight
‘cos all I need is you and me
‘cos you’re a red apple I’m a tangerine
I wanna stick with you like we’re Siamese
You’re never getting rid of me
You’re never getting rid of me
‘cos you’re a red apple I’m a tangerine
I wanna stick with you like we’re Siamese
You’re never getting rid of me
Getting rid of me
Through an open window raindrops fall
There’s a smile on my face as I recall
The childhood tales you told
As good as gold
(I wanna suck your face like we’re 17?!)
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Paul Liddell Sunderland, UK
Paul's modern take on the 'one man band' using live loops, guitar percussion, harmonies and effects has seen him support artists such as Turin Brakes, Jon Gomm and Billy Bragg. A diverse and challenging writer with a unique voice, his live performances range from whispering intensity to a white knuckle, edge of your seat, ear splittingly glorious racket. ... more
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