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Fool's Mate
05:36
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Choke on my breakfast again, oh what a way to start the day.
And off to work, I'm half-awake.
I pass the tower and wait for the crows to stay.
I cannot see a yard away.
Sit down and work for longer hours, and you lose your mind
Around the circle on the floor
Am I being too hard? Are we standing still?
Have we reached a peak? Are we bound for more?
Am I breathing too fast, and do I think this is real?
I remember the past and I see there is more to us…
Pawn to G4
Choke on my breakfast again, I'll get no sympathy from you
It's just a normal thing to hear
I pass a scene that you'd amazing, I just shrug my shoulders and sigh.
Sit down and focus on your work, we're watching from behind.
I know, I feel you on my neck.
Am I seeing too far? Have I had my fill?
Have we pressed repeat? Are we bound to law?
Am I leaving at last, and do I think this is real?
I remember the past and I see there is more to us…
Pawn to G4
Choke on my breakfast again, it's getting irritating now.
Another year has missed my eyes.
I look for solace in Vale, what could he disguise?
A good disguise, he looks a mess.
Sit down and work upon the prose you've written all your life.
Along the circle on the floor.
Am I being too hard? Are we standing still?
Have we reached a peak? Are we bound for more?
Am I seeing too far? Have I had my fill?
Have we pressed repeat? Are we bound to law?
Am I leaving at last, and do I think this is real?
I remember the past and I see there is more to us…
Pawn to G4
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A café, how easy, the work of the day is behind me yet
Remember my order, You always write down then forget
A 60, 120, 180 when all I need is 3
You think they are listening, You never know
I think they're after me
A mistake, I fancy, A series of blank expressions
I remember, a letter, A dream that told me to reply
A siren, approaching, I think you know
I think they're after me.
Falling to the floor, what exactly have I done?
In honesty, for sure the nightmare has begun
This is what you get when you listen to your dreams
They're calling my name, Oh this isn't me
Oh, It's not reality
Oh, I pray, that isn't me
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Hold on to some reality or you'll fall.
Fall away.
And is it 15:61?
Or has my mind just sprung undone?
I think not, now is this paradise?
No, I think I'm waking. Oh, that's not real.
Oh, what the hell.
And as strange as it may seem,
I would much rather have been right here,
Than in paradise.
But all I wanted was a cup of tea.
Now I'm in a philosophical state,
The announcer calls (Mind the gap!)
But will I ever gap my mind?
Seems she's not so far behind us.
And so it seems that we're in paradise.
But all I wanted was a cup of tea.
And as strange as it may seem,
I would much rather have been right here,
Than in paradise.
But all I wanted was a cup of tea.
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4. |
The Victoria Hotel
04:21
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Where are we? We're on the other side, in a foreign land.
We've never been this far away before, down to the war.
We've lost out. We're homeless, on the run.
I don't understand how this began. Will we be going back?
I don't think so.
You said nothing.
What's in your past to hide?
Say to my heart.
Not down, we're on a makeshift time for fun and laughter on the way.
Say to my heart.
Oh no.
What is this? I can't eat foreign food. I'm sure this thing's alive.
I have a job, need to be there at four. Booked overtime.
They sound odd, and I've been over here many times before.
Oh, I give up, just say what's going on.
I don't think so…
You said nothing.
What's in your past to hide?
Say to my heart.
Not down, we're on a makeshift time for fun and laughter on the way.
Say to my heart.
Not now, we're in a public house, don't say that you won't run away.
Say to my heart.
Oh fine, that was my last excuse, believe the truth, what can I say?
Say to my heart.
Oh no…
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5. |
Spades
02:50
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[Instrumental]
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6. |
The 81 Bazaar
04:31
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Down in the streets of what we behold, we see these strangers 3;
With one quite ragged, another scuffed, and a third I'd like to see.
Now you can't go going around up here without talking to me.
Oh Malakhi, in where we reside,
You want a bit of mercy, well here's the place,
We're gonna disappoint you, 'cos you're now outta the race.
We'll keep you down here safe inside, behind mutiple lock and key.
You can be a slave, you'll fetch a price, and you, he'll wanna see.
And if you think you're gonna try and escape, you see this partnerof mine?
He'll tear you into quarters, and keep you alive.
We will not disappoint, 'cos we've just
Said you'll stay if you still have a hope.
Here's a freak to make you feel at home.
But now I see the task ahead,
You think this isn't going to plan?
You just wait and see my girl,
'Cos I've got a key to The 81 Bazaar
Pounding your chest, like a heart attack, you're faking death quite well.
I never really thought you'd get the chance to be this close to hell.
Well, I really don't think they would've gone that quick, it seems to good to me.
We'll split up into pair, lest we get caught.
I will not disappoint, we've made a
Quick escape from right under their nose
Find the lock, while we'll still hide from those
Who chased us, waste us, with their band,
You think this isn't going to plan?
You just wait and see my girl,
'Cos I'm still looking when I find the lock,
I will use the key to The 81 Bazaar
Now did you see their token?
I feel we're closer than before.
And are your hands even human?
I'm off to see what I'm for.
You say I'm useless, but you know I've seen the future, but I cannot
Show you what I'm thinking while I'm pushing it in, seems I found the lock to the 81…
A quick escape from right over their heads.
Destroyed the town, and killed a few, I'll bet.
You shook the Earth, right by the hand
You think this isn't going to plan?
You just felt the Earth move girl.
'Cos I'm done look, now I've found the lock,
I'm falling down, right from the top,
May I remind you I had the key to the stone, which split in two The 81 Bazaar.
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Curio
03:39
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Welcome to our show, now please take a seat,
Sit back and relax, You'll be blown away.
What we have for you you'll find nowhere else, oh I'll guarantee.
May I have your tickets please?
We're on our own free to roam,
A carnival far from home,
Won't you stay? We'll make you pay in time.
There, under the side, what do you see?
Now is that a fact? Oh so cruel to him.
He should be free to roam, out in the wilds of the world.
What do you say? Doesn't he remind you of someone?
To home out in wherever he should be.
What do you say? Doesn't he remind you of someone?
We're on our own free to roam,
A carnival far from home,
Won't you stay? We'll make you pay, pay for in time.
What di you say? You're talking of him?
Well if that's the case, go, please stand well back.
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8. |
Last Orders
04:31
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We've talked of change and we've planned in past,
The plot, or treason, and what we dream,
But when it comes to work the only change you'll ask
Is for the slot machine.
You speak your mind aloud in slurring vowels,
But no-one cares, they all just pray.
The macho bluff amidst the drunken howls of
The Chestnut Tree Café
Oh I would give him a piece of my mind.
Have you got much to spare?
Oh you see it's just a way of mine.
I know you just don't care.
Oh I would like peace of mind.
They say ignorance is bliss.
Oh you see it's just a waste of time.
It's just a piece of…
Now you're on your own.
Oh I wish you could see where I was coming from.
Now you're going home.
Oh I wish I could stay and face it all from my armchair throne.
On the back of a napkin you're writing down
Your plans and reasons for civil war,
But when it's acting out you know you can't be found.
'I'll miss my show at four!'
I'd like to help, it's in my genes, so long.
The viking in me will rise that day
But now the jukebox has played my song
The Chestnut Tree Café.
Oh I would give him a piece of my mind.
Have you got much to spare?
Oh you see it's just a way of mine.
I know you just don't care.
Oh I would like peace of mind.
They say ignorance is bliss.
Oh you see it's just a waste of time.
It's just a piece of…
Now you're on your own.
Oh I wish you could see where I was coming from.
Now you're going home.
Oh I wish I could stay and face it all…
You think you'll lead us on from your armchair throne?
I'm saying I'd rather believe ya,
If you'd stand up and give us a leader.
I think your bar-coaster planning
Is not even so close to demanding change
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Slum Shuffle
04:24
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Close your eyes, don't make a sudden move.
You're alive, but rest until you can say
You will be fine from now.
You collapsed, and now we found you here.
You're our own, we bought you back from the dead,
You owe your life to us.
And say you will stay
We'll supply all you need.
You will be our own Queen.
Oh he'll never come,
If you don't mind my saying.
No reprise, this is your final act.
It is lock, but oh lie down and relax,
Enjoy your curtain call.
This is home, your place in final years
Be they long, hold back the past for the tears
We owe our thanks to you
And say you will stay,
We'll supply all you need,
You will be our own Queen
Oh, he'll never come...
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Bluster
03:52
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Now all we're asking is for your time, so hear:
She's in a city so deep in mindless fear.
Although we may not return, I think it's clear.
Don't think you see just how a life is hanging in the frame.
You think it's all so important, that is true.
Concerning all, I believe that includes you.
Have you even stopped to think this madness through?
What you're proposing is we destroy the world.
Don't think you know by now attack and nothing's just the same.
Return to sanity just a moment, please.
Might I just point out the danger this plan leaves?
Forgetting a second what will you do when you arrive?
Let's say we get in there with speed,
Let's say we find another lead,
Let's say she's there: what to do now?
Let's say we think, then act so soon,
Let's say we storm into the room,
Let's say we calculate the risk involved.
Let's say a decoy's by the door,
Let's say we stay close to the floor,
Let's say that luck owes me a favour.
You'll never know if what I'd have said to you would make you cry or fall, as you did so well.
This never-ending negotiation's set,
Oh we're not ever sure where this place is yet.
We should get going or she'll be late, I bet...
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Behind my head lies the sky's divide.
On ahead nothing meets the eye.
Are you dead? I think I've lost you now,
But instead I feel there's hope to allow
Here on a never-ending road I can feel the wall erode,
Shattering reality before my eyes, oh
It was nevermore to me, I would so much rather be
Somewhere else in certainty I know I'm live
I, Harmony, tell you who can be
Here take command, go and make a stand
You know the way, your mind will make you pay
Start to stand, better that than lie.
The skies they turn baffling the eye.
I'm not dead, I'm on my way up now.
In the stead, I fear there's hope to allow
Here on a never-ending road I can feel the wall erode,
Shattering reality before my eyes, oh
It was nevermore to me, I would so much rather be
Somewhere else in certainty I know I'm live
I, Harmony, tell you who can be
Here take command, go and make a stand
You know the way, your mind will make you pay
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I follow instructions in hope that I'll be freed.
Oh Vale remembers the things you said to me.
You think me pathetic, attempt expand my mind,
Well look where it's bought us.
At nought you're not defined.
In my random knowledge which punters learn by heart,
No longer is useless, it's gone and played it's part.
You think me pathetic, attempt expand my mind,
Well look where it's bought us.
At nought you're not defined.
On this exponential we'll never reach the top,
The Möbius Strip-Tease, my head hurts, make it stop!
You thought me pathetic, I have enhanced my mind,
Now look where I've bought us.
At nought you're not defined.
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So now we meet the final fiend, now that we've fought off illusion.
Before I surrender you to Heaven, have you prepared your confession?
Confession? You think I regret what I have given to the world?
A pure obligation, detonation, and counting it down...
They say you can't put a price on life, and they may well be talking true.
Is this as life's something more important or there's never been the money to?
I see the fact you're growing old and that you wanted an echo, an echo, an heir to pass down
All that you see, I've made it all. But what does it matter, oh after you're long dead and gone?
They say you can't put a price on life, and they may well be talking true.
Is this as life's something more important or there's never been the money to?
While you follow your fate as heroes they'll instigate rebirth.
Who can say that they want their children to not have the Earth?
I'm just an overgrown child and I don't wish to lie,
But I fear I'll not have existed after I die,
And I know you feel the same
They say you can't put a price on life, and they may well be talking true.
Is this as life's something more important or there's never been the money to?
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14. |
An Icarusian Shanty
05:11
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Hey, Is that sail by the end supposed to lie over the side?
Unusual design…
Hey, can I feel a minor rumble? Is the sea getting further away?
Holy god, we're high!
And we're taking off to sail among the stars,
Believe me.
No, we're under fire, the crew are unaware.
We're taller than the world, and I hope to sail on.
Now wear your hopes for us,
I said I'd think it over
Hey, as we sail above the accident of life you go inside.
Where's the sense in that?
Pray, how many times now has this craft done this before? This is the first, you say?
Wait for our impact.
And we're taking off to sail among the stars,
Believe me.
No, we're under fire, the crew are unaware.
We're taller than the world, and I hope to sail on.
Now wear your hopes for us,
I think I'll sleep on it anyway,
I do admire your persistence, the bad habits just go away,
Your cut-price angel in hand, your saviour on sale any day,
To think you minded if you left, I wouldn't miss this for anything,
But now horizoneer, how do you choose when the future's on for life?
And we're taking off to sail among the stars,
Believe me.
No, we're under fire, the crew are unaware.
We're taller than the world, and I hope to sail on.
I-C-A-R-U-S, we're going down!
We're taller than the world, and I hope to sail on,
Now wear your hopes for us...
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15. |
Man & Boy
04:21
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Fall in love with all horizons can bring,
I never noticed it before.
Come with us. I'm sure we'll find you a home,
As that's all I'm still standing for.
I'll settle down, Omega's there
The dreams have gone to god knows where…
I will be your final choice in the world,
With neither energy nor verve.
I will stay and watch you struggle back home,
I came to be, not to observe.
There goes my world, checkmate he sings
I've lost a friend and all manner of things
I've lost my home, I've run from everyone,
Now London's gone I'm burning with the sun
You see I'm shattering, my time is nigh.
I won't be going back under this sky.
There goes my world, I hear the checkmate he sings
I've lost a friend and felt the hatred it brings
I've lost my home, I'll run from everyone,
Now London's gone I'm burning with the sun...
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Chris Parsons UK
Chris Parsons, A.K.A. Crispy Parsnips, P.K.A. The Pocket Watch Fiasco
Human.
Stoic.
Makes Sounds.
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