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Worried Fools
02:53
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January’s fool steps out into the limelight.
The first day of the year is always filled with fear
and hope and love and good intention.
February’s fool wraps up against the cold
wind blows a hole where a heart used to be
and now doesn’t even get a mention.
March fools, April fools we are
waiting out the winter.
May’s fool is turning over new leaves
hoping spring will bring some clear days,
show new ways to be together.
June fools, July fools we are
regretting and forgetting to surrender.
And while the seasons change we all just stay the same.
Trying to take control again.
Worried fools, worried fools we are,
worried fools we are - time takes care of everything.
August’s fool is holding on to sunshine,
ignoring all the straight lines
between us and the future.
September’s fool is rushing headlong
into something that just feels wrong
and is nothing more than rumour.
October fools, November fools we are
and December’s too.
And while the seasons change we all just stay the same,
holding on in vain again.
Worried fools, worried fools we are,
worried fools we are - time takes care of everything.
Take care of everything.
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Anglepoise
01:39
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Why do you begin with Y?
Anglepoise
I don’t know why why begins with W
Anglepoise
Uncle Sam
Union Jack
Granny Smith
Plastic Mac
Anglepoise
Do I have to spell it out for you?
I T O U T F O R Y O U
Anglepoise
Is an orange
Called an orange because it’s orange?
Anglepoise
Where do we come from?
Where do we go?
What do we do here?
Anglepoise
Oscar’s wild
Mervyne peeks
Terry waits
Wayne sleeps
Anglepoise
Do I have to spell it out again?
I T O U T A G A I N
Anglepoise
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3. |
No Bother
02:55
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Everybody’s doing the best that they can
trying to find ways to help each other and
not tread on each other’s fingers and toes.
What someone else is going through no one knows.
It’s no bother - look after each other.
It pays to be cautious and take some time.
It’s quite important not to undermine
efforts of others trying to please.
Unchecked selfishness is like a disease.
It’s easy to hurt - it’s easy to be hurt too.
We don’t seem to notice much now
but we’ll notice it when it’s gone.
The best we can do is somehow
try to write it down in a song
so everyone can sing along
and we can hear you.
We don’t seem to notice much now
but we’ll notice it when it’s gone.
It’s always best not to leave things too late.
Memories are great as long as they last
but they won’t last forever.
There are so many things we don’t understand.
We are just simple folks who play in a band.
We have no message telling you what to do
except look after yourself and others too.
It’s should be no bother to look after each other.
Look after yourselves - look after each other.
Make sure you bother to bother to take care of each other.
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I wish you could sing like Tracey Thorn
with a voice so beautifully forlorn.
Her picture adorns your walls,
her words answer all your calls.
You disappear with her without a care
while I’m left here careworn
wishing you could sing like Tracey Thorn.
You’re everything but that girl.
You play guitar and you fill my world
with love and laughter and happy-ever-after stories
but she doesn’t even know you’re born and your heart is being torn.
How I wish you could sing like Tracey Thorn.
You could be my marine girl – my float on a sea of green girl
but you’’ll stay my has-been in love,
you could never sing like she does.
You could even change your name to hers
but you’d still be the same girl because
you could never sing like Tracey Thorn
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All of our childhood crushes turned to adult blushes.
Most of our teenage flirts turned out to be just perverts.
What you’ve seen you can’t unseen.
Things were never what they used to be.
Stuart, Jimmy, Rolf, Gary.
You left us no one to marry.
You took away our childhood dreams.
Turned playtime into disturbing scenes.
Gonna be in your gang ‘cause you’re a real knockout.
Can you tell us what it is yet - can you fix it for us now?
You’ve made our innocent games seem spoiled.
You’ve made us feel ashamed and soiled.
Gary, Stuart, Jimmy, Rolf.
You were our childhood Steppenwolf.
You kept your dark side in good disguise,
entertaining those that you despised.
It doesn’t seem that long ago
Sitting cross-legged watching every show.
These were our TV times.
These are the people who live in our minds.
Jimmy, Rolf, Gary, Stuart.
Once admired - and you knew it.
You lived your lives of power and greed
hiding behind childlike naievity.
We still like to reminisce - it’s just
nostalgia’s not what we used to think it was.
Our jaded childhood memories are not as they should be.
Our black and white TV showed your true colours eventually.
Rolf, Gary, Stuart, Jimmy.
You made your names by being silly.
You had us queueing for your autographs
doing unspeakables behind our backs.
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6. |
Stand Together Song
03:25
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We’re all sending out grapes and flowers to the world.
We’re all sending out all best wishes to the world.
We’re all sending out grapes and flowers to the world.
We’re all sending out all best wishes to the world.
We’re all sending out love and kisses to the world.
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7. |
The Present
01:57
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The present is an excellent way
for someone to say,
for someone to show
how little they know about you.
Still we try to buy
the right design,
the thing that chimes
and rings true
and tells the recipient
I know you,
I do.
Then they re-wrap
and they re-name
or take it back
and try to claim
that they’ve lost the receipt.
Yes we lost the receipt - we’re sure it came from here.
Can we have a refund or make an exchange
for something that we want?
And they try and try
but to no avail
‘cause what they don’t know
is it was bought in a sale
five years ago.
Five years ago - all that time ago
and five years ago it was such a bargain.
Five years ago,
five years ago - a long long time ago.
Five years ago - before you even knew them.
So much for the present
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I wish I could sing like Tracey Thorn
with a voice so beautifully forlorn.
Her picture adorns your walls,
her words answer all your calls.
You disappear with her without a care
while I’m left here careworn
wishing I could sing like Tracey Thorn.
I'm everything but that girl.
I play guitar and I fill your world
with love and laughter and happy-ever-after stories.
You don't know you’re born - my heart is being torn
and I wish I could sing like Tracey Thorn.
I want to be your marine girl – your float on a sea of green girl
but you’’ll stay my has-been - in love,
you could never sing like she does.
You could even change your name to hers
but you’d still be the same girl because
you could never sing like Tracey Thorn
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The Happy Somethings England, UK
Independently unpolished band who like to be happy. Unintentionally retro. Effortlessly uncool.
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