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The Dotted Line
03:02
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Jeremy said what are we gonna do?
Alison said I haven’t got a clue.
Derek said let’s wait a week or two
we don’t have to make a decision yet.
They stuck on an old battered 45.
The scratches, the warp brought the song alive.
When it came to the end they put it on again
and couldn’t help but smile at the memories.
It seemed so long ago - the decade seemed to pass so slow.
All the hits written since then - no one got to hear them.
How did they ever get in this mess?
How to get out of it is anybody’s guess.
They were blind, shouldn’t have signed on that dotted line.
Now somebody else is getting everything.
When you’re starting out it’s all about making new friends and plans
then you go and put your band in the hands of a greedy champagne man.
Sometimes when inspiration hits you have to action it quick.
Revenge is sweet and if you keep it neat no one will suspect.
The special codes, secret downloads, the bank accounts so insecure.
A crime online can work just fine if you know the score.
It all happened very fast like it should.
They voted with their feet and it felt so good.
Pounding the street - it felt so good.
Stealing back what they never had and never would.
So now they’re on the run, the plans long gone, the songs all sung.
They’ll never have another number one but that don’t matter as long as it’s still fun.
No success is worth the pressure or the pain of someone selling out your name
but just given half a chance they know they’d do it all again.
Jeremy said maybe it’s time to split.
Alison said I think we got away with it.
Derek said we’re not dead yet so let’s not quit.
Maybe we should go and write a song about it.
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2. |
Personal Politics
03:06
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He’d always liked the dead months
neither building up nor breaking down.
Silence may well be golden
he wouldn’t know, he’s colourblnd.
There’s a thin line between sounding plaintive
and just being out of tune.
There’s a fine line between contemplative
and thinking far too much too soon.
Whether an independent independent
or conservative conservative
or labouring to labour the point
with democratic dim ad-libs
you better keep your views to yourself
‘cause no one likes a clever dick.
Make no mistake, there’s no give or take
when it comes to personal politics.
Singing from the same hymn sheet
doesn’t mean you’re singing the same song.
Like religion, personal politics
is all about being left too long
and still being right when you are wrong.
She’d always disliked the wet months
sometimes whipping up a storm
with a tendency to being blue
while seeing red and giving warning
to anyone who might explain
or question others’ attitudes.
It’s not about taking sides
it’s what you say not what you do.
Keeping to the same old story
doesn’t mean you read the same book.
Judge a person by their cover
chapter, verse, line, hook.
Turn their pages take a closer look.
You live and learn but mostly just live.
You give and take but mostly take.
Every cloud has sun behind it.
Every nightmare has its wake.
The darker side of life can push you
into waters far too deep.
You’re better floating on the surface.
You dream the sweetest half asleep.
Your dreams are sweetest half asleep.
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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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Peggy Luck
03:08
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Lady Muck lived on the allotment down by the canal.
Raised a bed inside a shed - a little stove as well.
She had always lived this way,
digging deep and turning soil everyday.
An old wooden bench and a dog-eared book - that’s Lady Muck.
Lady Luck - Peggy to her family and her friends as well.
Maybe just a little bit eccentric - but as she’d say, to hell with that.
Who really cares what people think?
You would think that they’d have better things to do.
And as her new potatoes grew - she made them stew.
Once our Peggy’s gone we won’t get her back.
We won’t get her back once our Peggy’s gone.
We will be so sad, we will feel so bad.
Better make the best of what we have.
Peggy Luck loved the thorny problems - brambles, weeds and pests.
Quiet, unholy, never ever lonely, for the worst she knew the best.
She died of natural causes - or so they say,
turning over old leaves - she just fell one day.
Covered in compost and muck - that’s Lady Luck.
And it just goes to show you never really know
what’s waiting around the next corner
but if you play it right then you just might get what you’ve always wanted…
Peggy Luck never made it to the cemetery - though she was badly stricken.
Now she lies over six feet under - how the plot thickens.
She’d always wanted it this way.
Hoped that she’d be left in peace under her own clay.
She’d say - you can lead life just like a book with Lady Luck.
Now look at where she’s gone, we won’t get her back.
We won’t get her back - not from where she’s gone.
Now look at where she’s gone, we won’t get her back.
We won’t get her back - not from where she’s gone.
Now look at where she’s gone, we won’t get her back.
We won’t get her back - not from where she’s gone.
She’s buried underground where she wants to be
and on her stone it says don’t call me Lady - I’m Peggy.
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Here he comes taking life in his hands.
Here comes Doctor Lollipop.
Handing out cassettes of bands.
That’s just like Doctor Lollipop.
Stepping out into the traffic flow
with a stop sign that lets children go.
He’s the one they’ve all been waiting for.
Hits and flops and drops and swaps and so much more.
With the mop-heads he just wipes the floor
while behind his eyes he’s keeping music scores.
You can’t keep a good man down, he’s not meant for this town,
he won’t be staying round so make the most of Doctor Lollipop.
Late at night in his coffee cup
he sees his future somewhere else.
No need to talk about it much,
it’s written in the stars and shells
he kicks along the sea-front
as he’s walking to the pier.
He’s not sure how he came here to this
but in a way it is holiday bliss
as he records the sounds of sinking ships
and thinks about a future where he’ll reminisce
about being Doctor Lollipop.
He’s earnt his crust, he’s sung his song,
he knows which side the butter’s on, he won’t be staying long.
Here he comes with flyers in his hands.
Here comes Doctor Lollipop.
Looks to the right but left he stands.
Hear the cheers for Doctor Lollipop.
He spins his disc, the message clear,
you won’t start revolutions here.
It’s only time till he vacates
this bridge too far - they’ll have to wait
to discover
there’s not another
Doctor Lollipop.
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6. |
A Beautiful Friendship
02:21
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I met you on a train and you looked quite sweet
hiding behind your mask.
I cut to the chase, pointed at the seat
and I said yes.
I thought you were nice but I knew it felt wrong
though I didn’t want you to go
but I wouldn’t show you mine even if you showed me yours
that’s how I know.
Well I wouldn’t want to go to a party with you.
I wouldn’t want to see your friends.
I wouldn’t want to meet your mum and dad
so this starts the end
of a beautiful friendship
‘cause you’ll want more
than a beautiful friendship
that’s for sure
so rather than pretend in the way that I did
I should have told you straight to your face
but I played the game and it’s such a shame.
I’ve gone and wasted
a beautiful friendship
out of greed.
A beautiful friendship
is all I need.
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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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