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James
03:13
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Biking down a mountain road
James says that she was the one
But his head’s already turned
By the bright light shining all of the damn time
And all I do is roll my eyes
He says he’s only quiet on the outside
But he’ll pick up his guitar to no end
And we just sit here laughing
Watching as he plays his stupid games
It must be so hard to be James
Are we supposed to buy that?
Are we supposed to buy that?
Cause we’re not having it at all
Leather jacket, stupid hair
But no one’s ever quite up to scratch
Well you know what they say
Glass houses aren’t just mirrors and you
Shouldn’t throw stones just for the attention
He says he’s only quiet on the outside
But he’ll pick up his guitar to no end
And we just sit here laughing
Watching as he plays his stupid games
It must be so hard to be James
Are we supposed to buy that?
Are we supposed to buy that?
Cause we’re not having it at all
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2. |
Hey, Fever!
02:46
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They put the same ingredients in budget medication
So you can deal with the old wood that’s causing irritation
Swallow one tablet a day, as well as your pride
Most people want to stay indoors in June
Most people surveyed wouldn’t want to go to the moon
I want to freak out and I want to rebel
But if you make me do anything then you can go to hell
Swallow one tablet a day, as well as your pride
If there was a contest to be myself
I think I’d come in second place
If there was a contest to be myself
I suppose you‘d want more introspection
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3. |
St Peter's Pt. I
02:49
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Images of envy make you twist and scream
A dystopian nightmare that never ends
So if I may I do suggest that we
Make a little den
Play by the garage
Just don’t be average
Whatever happened to that kid?
He was always laughing, always laughing
His upper lip then became so stiff
He made his joke, then another joke
Until it all went up in smoke
Did I remember right?
And am I going mad
Or is madness going me?
All that I know is that I’m sick of my own bed
And I’m tired of being in my own head
I get a new high score
I think I’ll drink some more
Whatever happened to that kid?
He was always laughing, always laughing
His upper lip then became so stiff
He made his joke, and another joke, and another joke
What ever happened to that kid?
(And another joke, and another joke)
What ever happened to that kid?
(And another joke, and another joke)
What ever happened to that kid?
(And another joke, and another joke)
What ever happened to that kid?
(And another joke)
Until it all went up in smoke
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4. |
Mantiques
01:42
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You can’t put a yellow lining on your fit-for-work papers
And you can’t put a nice green ribbon on the cuts that stressed the waiting lists
But you don’t care do you?
You claim that you’re the big man but you’re angered by a teenage girl
How’d you get so fragile?
“Debate me, debate me
Why won’t you debate me?”
Why would I give you the time of day?
As if you’re Kant or Berkeley
Plastered insecurities
Across your accusations
Then you’ll play the victim
And run from the fight
But you don’t care do you?
Take the bully out the man and let’s be frank, it is a man
Why‘d you get so fragile?
(Come on)
G-A-L-A-X-Y, B-R-A-I-N
G-A-L-A-X-Y, B-R-A-I-N
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5. |
About Time
04:02
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Who would’ve thought it’d be this hard?
To change our course after 50 years
And are we ready to abandon ship?
Or should we drink champagne in the first-class lounge?
But I guess that’s what you get
When the weak suffer what they must
And the strong must do their worst
They won’t stop taking
And they won’t stop taking
No they won’t stop taking when the clock stops ticking
They don’t stop taking
And they won’t stop taking
No they won’t stop taking 'til the clock stops ticking
It’s the end of the world and we know it
But when it all goes down just keep in mind
That your kids will bear the burden, not theirs
While baboons mess up their blonde hair
And as the stocks take another hit, they’ve already hit their target
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack’s gonna do jack shit
And I guess that’s what you get
When the weak suffer what they must
And the strong must do their worst
They won’t stop taking
And they won’t stop taking
No they won’t stop taking when the clock stops ticking
They don’t stop taking
And they won’t stop taking
No they won’t stop taking 'til the clock stops ticking
They don’t stop taking
And they won’t stop taking
No they won’t stop taking when the clock stops ticking
They don’t stop taking
And they won’t stop taking
No they won’t stop taking 'til the clock stops ticking
Turkeys are never going to vote for Christmas
Unless you debate them in the marketplace of ideas
Turkeys are never going to vote for Christmas
Unless you debate them in the marketplace of ideas
The marketplace of ideas will not be defeated
Unless you debate them in the marketplace of ideas
The marketplace of ideas will not be defeated
Unless, unless, unless
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6. |
Pangur Bán
03:05
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You and I are like the monk and his cat
You hunt your books; I’ll hunt my mouse
And how happy we are
Alone together
Waiting for a fuller life
But we didn’t know that
It could be right here
Against the wall I set my eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly
Bear no ill will and ply your skill
And how happy we are
How happy we are
Alone together
Turning darkness into light
I thought nothing’s perfect
But it definitely is
You and I are like the monk and his cat
You and I are like the monk and his cat
Here is the place we made a home
The scholars and the cat
Here is the place we made a home
The scholars and the cat
I fucking love how cute we are
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7. |
Violet Crown
02:40
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There’s a therapist who lives at the end of my street
But I can’t see him because there’s an 18-week waiting period
Yes I can see the irony but for once it isn’t appreciated
Because all I can hear is a ticking clock
And it’s not time to go home just yet
Go to the river
Go to the show
Let it all go
(Violet Crown)
They say you shouldn’t place your happiness thinking
The grass is greener on the other side
But I can feel the ground shifting beneath me
As I try to find some clarity
Sometimes I feel like a familiar
Hanging around but not really here
But everyone seems to nod and smile
When maybe we should get lost
Go to the river
Go to the show
Let it all go
Go to the river
(Violet Crown)
Go to the show
Let it all go
(Violet Crown)
Occasionally an odd thought comes to me
I want to get a giant laser beam
And blast everyone else into oblivion
Or something equally absurd
It’s a twisted sense of romance
Or whatever you want to call it
(The drawing-rooms of one of the most magnificent private residences are ablaze of lights,
Carriages line the streets in front,
And from gate to doorway is spread a velvet carpet, on which the delicate feet of the guests may tread,
The occasion is the entrée into society of one of the fairest buds in the City of the Violet Crown)
Go to the river
Go to the show
(Violet Crown)
Go to the river
Go to the show
(Violet Crown)
Let it all go
(Violet Crown)
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8. |
St Peter's Pt. II
04:06
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Whatever happened to that kid?
He was always laughing, always laughing
His upper lip became so stiff
It’s hard, it’s hard
It’s so fucking hard
To do what should come naturally
But you’re not the only one
Who has to deal with this shit
Has to deal with his shit
It’s okay to cry alone
Cause you don’t want them to see you
It’s okay to cry alone
But know it’s okay not to be okay
Whatever happened to that kid?
What will happen to that kid?
We won't know what could have happened
Without your selfish actions
Did you do your best?
Was it worth the sentence that you condemned yourself to?
Why did you do it to yourself?
Is anything worth paying that kind of price for?
Did you do your best?
So tell me, why did it all go up in smoke?
Why did it all go up in smoke?
And now it’s harder to be loved
It’s harder finding loyalty
When you feel all by yourself
And I wish I were an open book
I wish that we could talk
I wish I could have saved you
But I guess I’ll save myself
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Lo-fi Hi-fi Wi-Fi Indie Punk.
All songs written and recorded by Eddie Watson.
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