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Summer Sunday
02:59
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Summer Sunday is nobody’s scene,
all tied up with the work of the week
wandering out and coming back in,
tricky steeples and scrapes to the skin
All God’s Hollow is left at the door
when everyone knows what that's for.
Monday wakes you up in a fizz,
the lager cans you thought you had hid
dribble of spit that washes the face,
stains on the trousers are starting to fade
And if she ever wanted to stay,
well why didn’t she say?
We are the ones that let ourselves down,
the calling it in, the beat of the brow,
the whistle is blown so we go back home.
The trick is not to think anyway
The trick is not in the game.
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Albion Albatross
03:28
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Oh, Regina you spread your love about
To the mobile phone thieves and the ticket touts
But who needs the aggro when you’ve got the nous
No need to bother when you’re in love with yourself
Parsimonious prats abound
Telling you all that they’ve found
And they only did it for your own sake
What Noah told you not to do
With the hammer and horse glue
Is exactly what you’ve set your sights on
Municipal indifference is a target for you to see
So to the bus route that clogs our arteries
Motorway services and the piss weak cup of tea
A night of horror with the ITV
A corner shop cannot be found
That doesn’t hide the mealy-mouthed
Or a boutique that doesn’t mask our faces
A city break or the country air
Park and ride this paltry fare
Two for one on this open planned nightmare
Oh, can you see that this is not for me?
All that will be is what we’ll be
Let’s find a corner of this septic isle
That knows no Shire on which to hang itself
The barbarism of London, the ignorance of the North
Will have no purchase if we get high enough
Ah, but that is but a dream like the seaside used to be
Like the church hall and its promise of a bargain
The ring road out to the village green
The battery farms and fields of wheat
Are all burning down in our distemper.
So, now can you see how this is not for me
How dear old Blighty has really gone to seed.
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Glad go their hearts and the start of the coming day
Mother of pearl is the colour of nothing said
But colours are blunt just like the man of madder wild
Call it all out when they call in the calazone
Not so big now when you’re eating it all alone
So raise up a glass, raise up the man of madder wild
He thinks that you’re drunk so he deigns to ask you out
Corn marigold and Martello tower
May fly is how we like to live the hour
The future came and went, past tense and sad about
Marble white arms never asked for a sentiment
But lo! and behold here comes the man of madder wild
He wants you again, dressed for the carnival
Rose of Sharon garlands the gown
Party is started so let’s get it on
Moon size the smile that welcomes us now
All is not over so just be said and done
I was you but you were nothing within that
All day long and never ever to be
In and out of everybody’s pockets
But nothing is when it is asked of you
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4. |
Coat Check Girl
02:51
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If you want to make it with the coat check girl
You know you’ll have to wait behind the gothic world
And what they say is all about the same
Did you get the childhood with the soda stream,
Saturday afternoons with the Boy’s Brigade
The Chinese burn was all you learned from them
And what gets burned is often not the same
They’re rolling out the hand-me-downs
Singing songs, the disco ones
It all looks good, it all looks true
And if you could go there and stay there you would
Dancing in an A-line with the Thursday girl,
She’d like to be your boyfriend if you noticed her
And what she says is all about the same
Hanging on the staircase with the broken boy,
You kiss him on the mouth until it really hurts
And what gets shown is thrown upon the floor
The dancing clowns and bouncers at the door
So if you have to make it with the coat check girl
You know you’ll have to wait behind the modern world
And what that means is much about the same
Picking up the pieces from the Thursday girls
Is nothing now you see it from another world
And what we lost was danced upon our graves
And what felt good feels better than today
And all in all is all we gave away
You can hold it up to the light
And you might think it erudite
Or you can hope to hold the rain
Or even change your name
To something strange.
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Furs for Louise
02:49
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Broken arm and shoulder dancing off the coma
Hitting all the bars for scars and stars
If all there is to hold on was something that you hit on
Split the bitch in two and screw the loose
When it’s needed to
Coming out in spots now blood clots on the tea towel
Holding up the sign to passers-by
Don’t they know you’re famous, acting like you’re crazy,
Afternoon death tennis was never fun
So what about the holes in all of the arms
That let you down
Pull up the floorboard and disappear inside
All this goes without saying that our hearts have grown lazy
In a manner more daunting than the things we have mourned for
Gone in a day, with nothing to say and nothing to do
Go and play in the town and dance around
If you must go, go now without a sound
Leaving the leaves to blow in a restless mood.
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Parvenu Postscript
03:16
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I know just how to fit in
With the people who know where they’ve been
They seem to always have something to say
Always knowing to play as it lays.
They lived where I failed to get in
Seeing all that there is to be seen
Heaving up on the heavens above
Sally ho, these soldiers of love!
But they’re gone, so gone
So go it alone.
The party gets off with a swing
The girlfriends are gathering in
The husbands who talk of themselves
To the wives they left on the shelf
What a lark!
What sport to partake in?
If they were bad without being that
If you were mad I would not know it
I see in the end of everything
Everything else.
The shout from the bathroom is heard
She washes the blood from her hands
With the move to the right of his chin
She see’s the mess that she’s in
All over for what must begin
And she’s, but so gone
So she goes there alone
You confuse my boredom for autism
Must we diagnose so cursorily
The unsaid word is a mortuary
So I go out without going out
I sing along too desperately
I fall about to the twist and shout
Gets me down
Gets me out
Out of the way.
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7. |
Four Days
04:53
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They want to know what it’s like, they want it to be tonight
of all the things that they knew, well how could this be?
I didn’t choose to be here or decide when to leave
Four days with the light in the way
could I go and would I ever know
or say ...
He will get me my coat or a punch in the throat
if a scream could be news, well how would that read?
of all the sentences used he chose the one I could do
Four days with the light in the way
is it now or is it nevermore
for four days
like someone once said
She’s sold on
the hold-all
puts her make-up in there
and goes in the yard
where the people are cared for by bodyguards
and if the tape was not clear
you should have said
I got out in the morning
all alone
and no, they didn’t know what it’s like
Held in the snow
tortured and cold
never to be free
Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee
hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee
hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee
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Oh, Lord Christo and the fire down below,
through my green door into this house of sound
Is it the sea?
Or is it you and me?
Far from town,
over and out.
Dig out their graves just don’t dig them when they’re young,
All of their songs are hung up on the wall.
And they you want to,
They can pull them down,
down the shore
and into the night.
So it was true the beauty in the blues
Harboured in you a clue for how to choose.
Beer in the bath and gin in the gym,
what will become, oh what will be of him?
And if he wants to
stay out all night
and if he wants to
lead a double life.
Over again and in the space between
hot ham for dins and eating everything
in sight, even our hands, hands that touch the beast in us.
Head up his arse and a feeling that it’s wrong
all over now, now he’s singing in my song.
Over again and from the weather vane
it blows a steady wind
to close the door.
And if they want to they can work it out
work the corners and into the light.
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9. |
Endsong
03:16
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Wrote a pretty tune, sung it out of key
because I know all that will be is not for me
childish too soon, (a) piecemeal rendez-vous
over the wall into the arms of nothing at all
falling down we ask of ourselves
where it was to no better end
or in the shadow of nowhere to go
I do not have a ticket out of here
but if I did would you be the passenger
to pass out of here and pass on the hurt
A legion of anyone’s fear
cannot contain the freedom we feel
when over the wall for nothing at all.
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10. |
Eva's Easter
02:13
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If you want to go there but you don’t know the line-up
they’ve got for that day
and if you want to see them but you know it’s a hard line
that they’ve got to take
the world of work agrees, that you’ll never leave
so, slip into the spaces that make up the traces
of what you have left
the toilets at the station and the coffee you paid for
are drifting away
what is left to see, in this mise en scene?
jump the train instead, a strange sensation in your head.
all day long it seems, as if you’re in dreams, too obscene
kicked around a bit, until you are sick of all there shit
go and pound the ground, have yourself a merry-go-round.
so if you have to go there but you know it’s a hard time that you have to break.
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LJA Brown London, UK
LJA Brown is a singer/songwriter based in East London.
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