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New Bruise
03:02
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New Bruise
Tell me something I’m not supposed to know
If you think I’m someone you can trust
Although the lines are somewhat blurred of late
You can’t help imagining the worst
Constant changes keep us on our toes
And we walk taller than before
As I follow you through all I’ve put you through
I stumble in embarrassment again
Show me something I’m not supposed to see
If you think that I can handle it
I’ll take the day off just to look at it
I’ll even bring some sandwiches
Constant interruptions blight our time
I see you much less than before
And as I talk to you it makes it harder to
Imagine life when you are not around
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2. |
Take Your Love
02:19
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Take Your Love
Take your love and put it somewhere safe
Reassess it at a later date
Just a suggestion – though it’s hard
You can’t control it
It’s an art form in itself
If your love unravels it’s a shame
Especially when it’s treated like a game
Yes it’s abhorrent but that’s life
You cannot barter for the price
Though that would be nice!
But I’m probably talking to myself again
It’s always the way
Allowing my own words to haunt me
Stupid advice for every conceivable situation
Take your love and make it mean something
Don’t let someone toss it in a bin
‘cause it’s important – I know it’s hard
You can’t control it
Though it’s an art form in itself
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3. |
This Whole Dreadful Mess
02:48
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This Whole Dreadful Mess
This whole dreadful mess could be swept
Into bin or under rug
And if it’s kept secret for long enough
No one need know
This stone in my shoe looks like you
The resemblance is remarkable
I shake my head as I tip you out
There’s nothing left to shout about –
If this is the life how will I survive on a diet of you?
This pain in my chest – unwelcome guest
Sick in every kind of way
Hope I passed the test
I’m sure I have – with added bells
This whole dreadful mess is a pest
Wish I could make it disappear
You chew me up and you spit me out
Nothing left to shout about –
If this is the life how will I survive on a diet of you?
You you you!
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I’m Going to Open Your Mind
I’m going to open your mind
I’m going to open your mind
I’m wondering what will I find
When I’m inside of your mind
I’m going to open your mind
I’m going to open your mind
And I’m still trying to decide
What I shall leave behind
I’m going to open your mind
I’m going to open your mind
Don’t worry I will be kind
When I’m inside of your mind
Well I have been in your mind
Yes I have been in your mind
And I have taken a shine
On these thoughts I will dine
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5. |
55%
01:16
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6. |
I've Been Waiting
02:12
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I’ve Been Waiting
I’ve been waiting – it’s no surprise
Yes I’ve been waiting but I consider it wise
To keep on waiting
Everybody waits
And after all that time they go and turn up late
I’ve been waiting for quite some time
Yes I’ve been waiting but I don’t really mind
That I am waiting
That’s the way it fell
Do things like this happen to you as well?
La, la la la la (etc)
Well I’ve been up before the dew to get in line
First in the queue with a growing number behind
I’ve been creating while I’ve been in this thing
I’ve been creating something pleasant to sing
I keep creating
Although I don’t know why
I can’t stop it no matter how hard I try
La, la la la la (etc)
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7. |
Shepherd's Warning
03:06
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Shepherd’s Warning
Eyes in the night open up ahead of me
They seem to multiply
Eyes in the night tremble like an enemy
Who’s just lost the fight,
No I don’t believe you’re a major threat to me
No I don’t believe that it’s so
No I don’t believe you’re a major threat to me
I don’t feel threatened
I don’t feel threatened at all
Show me the light – boredom interrupting play
One last mistake
Show me the light – desperate for the time of day
But for whose sake?
No I don’t agree with your twisted sympathy
No I don’t think that it’s right
No I don’t agree with your twisted sympathy
I just don’t get it
I just don’t get it at all
No saint or sinner’s the outright winner
No score draw the light is dimmer
You shake and shiver you can’t deliver
And I become an unbeliever
No saint or sinner wants to be thinner
Invite me to the winner’s dinner
Eyes in the night – cancel the festivities
Can you hear a sigh?
Eyes in the night – nobody needs friends like these
I would rather die
No I don’t agree with your twisted sympathy
No I don’t think that it’s right
No I don’t agree with your twisted sympathy
I just don’t get it
I just don’t get it at all
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8. |
Uncle Cake
02:48
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9. |
Boo!
02:50
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Boo!
I don’t know how you manage to haunt yourself
Was it something you said?
That is quite an achievement especially when
You don’t seem to be dead
What do these apparitions demand of you?
Don’t let these spectres spook or diminish you
I don’t know how you manage to haunt yourself
But I don’t really care
I have no time to ponder such subtleties
As far as I’m aware
When I said you need exorcised
It does not mean that you are not fit
But perhaps you’re not mentally
Yes I think that must be it
I don’t know how you manage to haunt yourself
But it’s freaking me out
We move on with the knowledge that there’s one thing
We know nothing about
What do these apparitions demand of you?
Don’t let these spectres spook or diminish you
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10. |
45%
01:29
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11. |
Walk That Dog
03:44
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Walk That Dog
With nothing to blame but concentration
And the threat of opposing eyes
There’s something about the way you walk that dog,
If I could have lost another item of my own reckoning
I would relinquish the right to be cautious for a day
With no way to guide nervous frustration
The noblest of us wince
I think maybe your dog really walks you,
If I could reach out to touch the world
What part would you recommend?
The bit where it all comes together
I believe it’s called the epicentre
I caught you lamenting the loss of fascination in adulthood
I really dig the way you walk that dog,
But don’t deny yourself youthful inspiration
Because the world says so
It’s but a pitiless community that refuses to set you free
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There’s a Noose Loose Aboot This Hoose
Hung up on a moment
If you pardon the pun
Too manic to think straight
A bad usage of time
Imagination has left me this way
Not joyful or triumphant
Nothing useful to say
If you see the attraction
You might end up left behind
It’s not a question of timing
You will be happy to know
The awkwardness I felt in my dreams
Keeps spilling out
Confess your struggle
Your interior puzzle
Do I see faith returning?
Like a birthday surprise
Imagination has left me this way
Not joyful or triumphant
Nothing useful to say
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13. |
Don't Tell Me No Wrong
04:15
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Don’t Tell Me No Wrong
So the sinner has come home to roost
Came round the back took a longer route
Thought that nobody would notice
Ah – but there are eyes everywhere ready to focus
I heard the villain has apologised
But he didn’t look you in the eye
Now I’m no expert but that shouldn’t count
I hope he knows that you figured him out
Maybe I’m guilty of a few white lies
Before you know it they have grown in size
I’m not alone in this I realise
But it isn’t made easier – I don’t feel so wise
Ne me dites pas de mal
Don’t tell me no wrong
Ne me dites pas de mal
Oh oh oh oh!
It should have been me who told you
Nothing comes out like it’s supposed to
Was it a classic lack of virtue?
To save me falling apart without you?
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14. |
Speeded Up Thoughts
02:28
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Speeded up thoughts
I am glad of the rays
Of sunshine on my face
A recipe for cheer
If there ever was dear
Still cannot work out what
Controls these sped up thoughts
May nothing more be claimed
Unless our places exchange
Having less than three minutes to write it all down
So little time to think, I’d better write it all down
The forces that I craved
Could not my pity save
I sit here quietly
Engulfed entirely
Still can’t determine what
Has bore these sped up thoughts
It’s just a fallacy
You see you see you see
I’ve got less than two minutes to get them all out
Time is getting tighter, I’ll shout it all out
Seems that the hours that I’ve bought
Were criminally short
I’ll spend my last with you
It’s the best thing to do
I could not give a toss
About these sped up thoughts
They may wait in the wings
Aspire to better things
No more than thirty seconds and that will be all
No more sped up thinking, it’s ground to a halt!
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Chairman Cow Glasgow, UK
Good old fashioned homemade Rock music made primarily because I have to or my brain will explode. I have gone by many names over the years and most of them can be found here in one handy location.
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