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Milestones And Motorways

by Paul Liddell

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1.
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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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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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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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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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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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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released May 7, 2011

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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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