1. |
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Say hello to the sunshine.
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2. |
blue skies
03:14
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Everything is changing
but everything’s the same.
Everybody’s looking for the blue sky,
seeking out the new
but it’s not every day it comes around.
Walking out in the sunshine you can find what you want
but sometimes grey clouds hold the truth.
Even forty days and nights of wind and rain
might have a thing or two to tell you too.
You can’t get it if you want it now
and you won’t get it all for free.
A little patience every now and then
seems to be what we all need
if we’re gonna see those blue skies.
If we’re ever going to find the blue.
You can get on a bus or a train or a tram or a plane,
you can get in a car travel far yet nowhere
and know where you came from
but not where you belong.
You can cross many miles,
go around the circumference of the earth
ending back at the start
on a bus or a train or a tram or a plane
or a car and yet still not have a clue
where you are
and still be waiting for those blue skies.
Still waiting for the blue.
We’re all waiting for those blue skies.
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3. |
stuck let go
03:12
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You’re stuck up in your high rise
where concrete meets grey sky.
You need a lift to a lower place,
need to open up your closed eyes.
I’ve got a ticket to ride, we’ve got tickets to ride,
they’ve got tickets to ride, you’ve got a ticket to ride
So let go, let go, let go, let go,
let go, let go, let go, let go,
let go, let go, let go, let go.
Let’s go!
You take the moral high-ground,
I’ll meet you later down the underground.
You sit around and confuse yourself,
I’m going for a walk around.
You’re all stuck up inside looking like someone just died.
Your tears and excuses ran dry, you’ve got a ticket to ride.
So let go, let go, let go, let go,
let go, let go, let go, let go,
let go, let go, let go, let go.
Let’s go!
You’ve too much time on your hands
tied to ideas and plans
got from TV and radio,
not even listening in stereo.
You’re monotone and you’re drab,
full of obsessions and fads
and all your jokes are quite sad.
It’s time you loosened up a bit,
took your cold heart out the fridge.
You’ve made your point now it’s time to move.
Stick it to yourself, unglue your shoes.
You’ve got no reason to cry, no reason to keep asking why.
Let your self be your guide, cause you’ve got a ticket to ride.
So let go, let go, let go, let go,
let go, let go, let go, let go,
let go, let go, let go, let go.
Let’s go!
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If you’re sick and tired and you’re bored out of your skull.
If your bright and shiny world’s gone tarnished and all dull.
Call me, just call me.
Call me, just call me.
Call me, just call me, call.
If you’ve lost all patience and you just can’t be discrete.
If you want to shoot your mouth off but find it full of feet.
Call me, just call me.
Call me, just call me.
Call me, just call me, call.
If your bird has fallen off its perch and your hamster’s broke its wheel.
If you think you are the only one who knows the way you feel.
Call me, just call me.
Call me, just call me.
Call me, just call me, call.
I can’t rescue you but I’ll make you cups of tea,
hold your hand and pour away your plans of misery.
I can’t guarantee you anything but I might
help you to help yourself - even if it takes all night.
Call me, just call me.
Call me, just call me.
Call me, just call me, call.
If your one trick pony’s ridden off into the sun
and you feel you’re being taken for a ride by everyone.
Call me, just call me.
Call me, just call me.
Call me, just call me, call.
Call me, just call me.
Call me, just call me.
Call me, just call me, call.
Call me, just call me.
Call me, just call me.
Call me, just call me, call me.
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5. |
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In this ocean of plastic we need a mermaid scholastic,
a mermaid iconoclastic to save the day.
We need a climate game changer, a mermaid lone ranger
to rise from the seas and show us the way.
More birds, more bees, more butterflies please.
Hollyhocks, foxgloves, poppy seeds.
More trees, more leaves, more flowers, more weeds.
Daisies, buttercups, dandelions please.
Life’s getting hotter and harder to deny.
The strain keeps showing as we wave good morning.
The winds are blowing as we whisper with a sigh.
The sky is glowing and we all know why.
Concrete drives and paving stones might add some value to your home
but it’s more fun to grow your own - let insects reap what you have sown.
Let the grass grow greener, let leaves leave our air cleaner.
Let pollinators pollinate, let the ecosystem regulate.
More birds, more bees, more butterflies please.
Hollyhocks, foxgloves, poppy seeds.
More trees, more leaves, more flowers, more weeds.
Daisies, buttercups, dandelions please.
This journey is a short one so there’s no need for a car.
Travel too far end up right back where you are.
The futures gonna happen of that we can be sure
and there’s another thing for certain - we could use some more
birds, more bees, more butterflies please.
Hollyhocks, foxgloves, poppy seeds.
More trees, more leaves, more flowers, more weeds.
Daisies, buttercups, dandelions please.
Money doesn’t grow on trees but blossom does and so do leaves.
We’ll pay the price for not believing if we don’t keep this planet breathing.
More birds, more bees, more butterflies please.
Hollyhocks, foxgloves, poppy seeds.
More trees, more leaves, more flowers, more weeds.
Daisies, buttercups, dandelions please.
More birds, more bees, more butterflies please.
Hollyhocks, foxgloves, poppy seeds.
More trees, more leaves, more flowers, more weeds.
Daisies, buttercups, dandelions please.
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6. |
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One time you said you loved me I heard you.
You might have been drunk at the time
and I’d had too much wine.
You might be embarrassed now
but I heard you anyhow.
I’m going out tonight.
You can come if you like.
Don’t let me say I told you so
later on about so long ago
when you had your big chance and you blew it.
One time, you said, you loved me, I heard
you need to try on different sizes.
You need to walk in different shoes.
You want to wear some different colours
not the beige you usually do.
And If you come out tonight
I’ll prove that I was right.
You wouldn’t stand a chance
if I could get my hands
on your heart and my lips on your mind.
You say I’ve got a wild imagination
and you act like you just don’t care.
You say you’ve never had feelings for me
but I was there!
The one time when you said you loved me I heard you.
You are in denial.
(You said)
You say it’s all in my head.
(You loved me)
You act like nothing happened at all.
(I heard you)
But it did.
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7. |
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I could give you a rainbow
but it wouldn’t be you.
You could give me a rainbow too.
I could show you the colours
but they wouldn’t be true.
Just a sad little rainbow you.
Everything is behind you.
You can never retreat.
There’s no point in winning
if you’re already deadbeat.
You’re searching for something
but you haven’t a clue.
At the end of the rainbow you.
Everything has it’s ending,
anything that begins.
At the end of the rainbow
you start all over again.
I could give you a rainbow
but you’d rather be blue.
You’re a sad little rainbow you.
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8. |
fortune cookie
03:00
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She’s independent with her eyes on the prize.
She can see through any hard won disguise.
Her only make up is the story that she tells.
Not much to speak of is her own.
Most of her opinions are out on loan.
If she doesn’t buy it, she certainly won’t sell.
She made a fortune playing kookie,
known for her generosity.
Never mind the width, feel the quality,
her honesty’s hard to believe.
She isn’t you, she isn’t me.
Who knows who she could be.
You can hear her going why, why why?
Why can’t you just let things breathe?
You can hear her going sigh, sigh, sigh,
why can’t you see, nothing’s for free, including me.
She’s spiritual without theology,
she’s a psychology degree.
Sees her life as work in progress,
herself philosophically.
What wasn’t is, what isn’t was
is her philosophy.
She’s not two faced, she’s three or four.
Her personality is split to the core.
Take her to Heaven or you can go to Hell.
She’s political without the ideology,
a genius with a small g.
Made her fortune selling cookies
baked her way out of poverty.
She isn’t you, she isn’t me,
who knows who she could be.
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9. |
weak love blues
03:10
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Love affairs and marriages are all very well
as long as you don’t lose yourself just playing merry hell
with someone who all day long you’re trying to second guess
to make them feel like number one you feel like second best.
Yes, in relationships I’m fine - as long as I can be by myself
so I draw the line at spending more than half my time with someone else
so Monday I’m right, Tuesday I’m wrong,
Wednesday we fight so Thursday I’m gone.
Friday I’m glad, Saturday so sad
so Sunday I come back and start all over again.
I’ve got the weak love blues and as sad as that may seem
it’s better than just dreaming everything is just a dream.
So keep them mean not being too keen and never suffer fools
who play the game and go insane by using lover’s rules.
Cruel it might be but as far as I can see it works a treat
so I treat my love to all my love just three and half days a week
and Monday I’m right, Tuesday I’m wrong,
Wednesday we fight so Thursday I’m gone.
Friday I’m glad, Saturday so sad
so Sunday I come back and start all over again.
I can’t wait till the weekend comes and the writing’s on the wall.
Such a melancholy Saturday
but Sunday morning’s never boring always lots to do
knowing that by Sunday evening I’ll be back arguing with you
and by Monday I’ll be right, Tuesday I’ll be wrong,
Wednesday we’ll fight so Thursday I’m gone.
Friday I’ll be glad, Saturday so sad
so Sunday I’ll come back and start all over again,
Sunday I’ll come back and start all over again,
Sunday I’ll come back and start all over again.
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10. |
millionth girlfriend
03:55
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You always were the one who liked to brag at school
about how you weren’t afraid to break the rules
but it’s obvious you never were the sharpest tool.
No you never really made the cut.
Always boasting about your luck - believing we believed you.
But who’d want to be your millionth girlfriend?
Who’d be the one to make that call?
Who’d want to be your millionth girlfriend?
No one really wants to be your friend at all.
Posing in the mirror you’re a right sight to behold.
Dressed to kill you’re killing us with all the fibs you’ve told.
Not being cool’s not cool but being too cool’s just cold.
No you never really made the grades,
no matter how dark your shades - it’s easy to see through you.
And who’d want to be your millionth girlfriend?
Who’d be the one to take that call?
Who’d want to be your millionth girlfriend?
No one really wants to be your friend at all.
There must have been a time when you might have stood a chance.
A place where someone might have thought about romance.
A look you had worth a second glance.
Now it’s hard to see in any circumstance
who’d want to be your millionth girlfriend?
Who’d be the one to fake that call?
Who’d want to be your millionth girlfriend?
Imaginary friends, imaginary lives,
don’t need much imagination, nor do your blatant lies.
The tangled webs you weave, deceptions you contrive
aren’t clever or funny, disturb the way you see,
make sure no one would ever
want to be your millionth girlfriend?
Who’d be the one to fake that call?
Who’d want to be your millionth girlfriend?
No one really wants to be your friend at all.
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Opposite each other at the proverbial crossroads
waiting for the signals to go from stop to go.
Clutches to the floor released at red to green
to start on their collision course of love.
All of the above and more - cliches galore.
Analogies and similes, almost similarities,
shared with such hilarity and carefree loose profanities,
sat in close proximity to insanity.
They’re waiting for the lights in their eyes to switch on.
Waiting for the smiles on their lips to correspond.
Correspond then waiting for the lights to change
into something that you might call love.
Of course, just like everything, nothing is for sure.
Wheels of amour go round and round and can forevermore.
Occasionally you have to say okay that’s enough for today
let’s park the cars and go indoors.
All of the above and less - that’s love I guess.
We all must do our best and put each other to the test
but eventually you have to agree or forever be
on an unfinished, diminished, sad, lonely journey
Still waiting for the lights in their eyes to switch on.
Waiting for the smiles on their lips to correspond.
Correspond then waiting for the lights to change
into something that you might call love.
Something you might call love.
Something you might call love.
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12. |
parasitic species
03:47
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We’re a parasitic species of that there is no doubt.
We’re a parasitic species - that’s what we’re all about.
We’re a parasitic species of that we can be sure.
We’re a parasitic species - we just want more and more and more.
Maybe if we realise we’re basically the same
and laws of nature don’t allow for any blame,
then it’s all for one and one for all with everything to gain.
We’re a parasitic species.
Do we really need to bleed each other dry?
We need each other if we’re going to stay alive.
Interdependence is a state for which we all could strive.
Parasitic give and take will help us all survive.
We’re a parasitic species happy to play host
because a parasitic species has to make the most of it.
If we choose to use each other, taking only what we need,
in turn we may learn there are other things we can leave for others.
Sisters and brothers let’s rejoice in the choice that lovers’ seed.
We’re a parasitic species.
Not all parasites are evil, some of them are deemed essential
to the evolution of the species - parasitically elemental.
We could do worse than learn to live with our parasitic friends,
remembering that we are all parasitic in the end.
We’re a parasitic species.
We’re a parasitic species.
We’re a parasitic species
and don’t it feel good!
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13. |
song for daniel johnston
02:27
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This is a sad simple song for you.
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14. |
the weather
03:17
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The weather, the weather, the weather, the weather,
no wonder we’re always talking ‘bout the weather.
The whether or not, the whether to change,
cancel altogether or rearrange.
What to wear, how to be prepared for all eventualities,
the weather doesn’t care
but you wouldn’t want to be without it.
No you wouldn’t want to be without it.
And then the rain comes down
and it’s falling from the sky
and it’s wetting all the ground
and I don’t know why
and I feel so upset
that I think I’m going to cry
and then the sun comes out
and the rain starts to dry.
It’s a metaphor for life - we’re all under the weather.
We’ll go dancing in the rain in the altogether.
Rinse, dry, repeat, rinse, dry, repeat, rinse, dry, repeat, rinse, dry, repeat
until the clouds have parted and the sun has started to show its face again.
No you wouldn’t want to be without it.
No you wouldn’t want to be without it.
But then the rain comes down
and it’s falling from the sky
and it’s wetting all the ground
and I don’t know why
and I feel so upset
that I think I’m going to cry
and then the sun comes out
and the rain starts to dry.
When the temperature soars we all long for long sleeps
under cool sheets with ice packs for pillows.
When the temperature drops we all moan a lot
about how it’s on the turn - our fading sun burns
a little less bright in the shadows.
But there’s always tomorrow.
There’s always tomorrow.
There’s always tomorrow.
The weather, the weather, the weather, the weather,
no wonder we’re always talking ‘bout the weather.
The whether or not, the whether to change,
cancel altogether or rearrange.
When the temperature soars we all head off indoors,
draw the curtains closed and take off all our clothes.
When the temperature drops we all wish it was hot
as we put on thick coats feeling empty and hollow,
scarves and gloves follow
but there’s no need to wallow cause there’s always tomorrow.
There’s always tomorrow.
There’s always tomorrow
and you wouldn’t want to be without it.
No you wouldn’t want to be without it.
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On a shoestring life
chewing credit-crunch size bites
austerity feels like a punch in the guts.
And it’s a tragic pose
when you pay through the nose
and everyone supposes you’re out of luck
but it’s still a thrill to hold somebody’s hand
and still free at the point of need if you’ve the right payment plan.
During times like these
you try hard to please
even your enemies are almost family now
and it still feels real to hold somebody tight
kiss someone goodnight and tell them everything will be alright
you’ll see a lovely sunset if you go to the window
and the sunrise tomorrow promises a beautiful new day.
The sum of all the parts
amounts to less than half,
you’re back at the start, it makes you want to split
but then a smile comes beaming back from space,
brings you back to base and everything falls back into place
and it’s all real, the nightmare’s for the night,
the dream’s still burning bright and everything will turn out alright
you’ll see a lovely sunset if you go to the window
and the sunrise tomorrow promises a beautiful new day.
Yes you’ll see a lovely sunset if you go to the window
and the sunrise tomorrow promises a beautiful new day.
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16. |
stage fright
02:42
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It must be stage fright - I don’t like standing under lights,
I don’t like being looked at when I’m doing my thing.
Stage fright - maybe I can do alright
if I wear lots of make-up and hide behind my bling.
You see the thing is I’m self-conscious when I sing
and I sweat a lot - yes I sweat a lot.
You’ll find me throwing up, screwed up with nervous exhaustion
even before we’ve started, it’s really no distortion
this assertion I have stage fright - I think that I might just die.
Stage fright - I turn from green to white
and feel that I just might run out into the night
in the middle of a song, I’ve felt it all along,
it must be stage fright.
When it goes quiet in between the numbers,
I can feel the numbness creeping from my feet into my mouth
and all I want to do is shout get out you fool, you look a fool,
you sound a fool, you are a fool.
Whatever made you think that you could pull this thing off
standing on the stage - at your age.
It’s just no use - no matter how I try
if I look beyond my nose I get a blurring of my eyes.
And even though I write the lyrics all down carefully,
put them on a music stand and stand it right in front of me,
my mind goes blank, I cannot see a way out of this misery
and I know that being in a band just shouldn’t feel this bad - it’s so sad.
Stage fright - I don’t like standing under lights.
I don’t like being looked at when I’m doing my thing.
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17. |
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Time really flies – yes it does.
You can feel it, you can fear it but you can’t stop it because
like memories of confetti and autumn falling from the trees –
time makes its way on the breeze.
And there is no word from above.
The only word left to speak with is love
and elusive as it is, it’s the one thing left to give
when you’re empty of all the other stuff.
And the irony of giving is there’s nothing ours to give,
the complexity of living hides a simpler way to live
and despite all the reasoning the logic seems to slip,
there’s comfort in the thought that we did what we did.
The journey’s rough and learning curves are steep.
Both faith and disbelief require some kind of leap
and as easy as it seems, you can’t live in your dreams.
If you do, then it’s true – you’re always half-asleep.
The balance keeps on shifting, nothing feels as it should.
The bright lights blind, you cannot find the trees for the wood.
The bigger picture’s broken, your plans as clear as mud.
But would you want to know the future - even if you could.
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18. |
whine whine whine
02:47
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Wine whine wine give me a good time,
don’t give me a headache this time.
Wine whine wine give me a good time,
don’t give me a headache this time.
I really try to keep it dry.
Sober lies make me feel so happy I could die.
Keeping my bottle, I don’t touch a drop
but always loose the will to choose each night at six o’clock.
Wine whine wine give me a good time,
don’t give me a headache this time.
Wine whine wine give me a good time,
don’t give me a headache this time.
I have tried to keep it light,
drunk alcoholic free all night
but in the morning it all just seemed so bland,
everyone was boring, I even listened to the band.
I drink white wine in the summertime to keep me nice and cool.
As bending trees shed rusting leaves I’ll drink rose as a rule.
At winter’s dread I make my bed with a heavy head and a warming red
then it’s the darkest hours through to April showers
and come spring I’ll drink anything.
Wine whine wine give me a good time,
don’t give me a headache this time.
Wine whine wine give me a good time,
don’t give me a headache this time.
Why do you try to make me cry?
I know the booze can wreck my moods.
I shouldn’t really be drinking to your health.
and I certainly shouldn’t be drinking by myself.
Wine whine wine give me a good time,
don’t give me a headache this time.
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19. |
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Everybody’s talking about going to the moon
and how we’re all gonna live on Mars soon
but I don’t really care.
I’m already there.
The fever kicks in faster than gin
cause I want you and you’re with him.
The fever kicks in faster than gin
cause I want you and you’re with him.
Everyone’s talking about climate change,
plastic bags and polar ice and growing eco-pains
but I can’t join in.
I’m just watching.
The fever kicks in faster than gin
cause I want you and you’re with him.
The fever kicks in faster than gin
cause I want you and you’re with him.
I’ve a secret and it’s one I’m meant to keep.
Every time you smile or laugh I want to weep.
For crying out loud, your romantic story’s fiction.
They say that love is blind - you need a strong prescription.
Everybody’s hot and drunk and far too loud.
I’m sat stone cold sober - out of the in-crowd
and nobody knows
cause I’m cool and composed
but then the fever kicks in faster than gin
cause I want you and you’re with him.
The fear kicks in, the future looks grim
cause I want you and you’re with him.
I’ve a secret and it’s going to be exposed.
Everyone’s talking bombs and I’m going to explode.
I can’t just sit here and let things be
cause it’s clear dear - you should be with me.
The fever kicks in faster than gin
cause I want you and you’re with him.
The feeling creeps in, a kiss and a grin,
I want you and you’re with him.
The fighting starts, a fist to a heart.
I want you.
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20. |
thinking is free
04:17
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The gulls are flying inland - it must rough at sea.
What ever floats your boat or gets you through the night is what you need.
Time to breathe, time to believe
and thinking is free.
And you stay to see
‘cause you want to be
alive to the things that make you want to feel alive when something has died.
Plans are always changing and everything must pass.
Nightmares only come at night, you’ll be alright, your daydreams can last
as long as you hold on
And thinking is free.
Thinking is free.
And you stay to see
‘cause you want to be
alive to the things that make you want to feel alive when something has died.
Waking up and plugging in, pulling back and opening,
pressing play to begin taking charge again.
Walking through the day, taking small steps along the way,
making sure everything’s okay - like you always wanted to.
Churchill’s dog’s a white one, its colours do not bleed.
Storm clouds may still gather round
but that doesn’t mean you have to leave,
don’t despair, the weather is set fair
and thinking is free.
Thinking is free.
And you stay to see
‘cause you want to be
alive to the things that make you want to feel alive,
alive to the things that make you want to feel alive
alive to the things that make you want to feel alive
and thinking is free.
Thinking is free.
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