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I’ve got a feeling I need to unwind
Sit back, relax and watch the tide
In the summer I wear my feet down
In the winter I put them up
I’m going where the sun doesn’t shine
I’ve got a feeling I need to unwind
Sit back, relax and watch the tide
In the summer sometimes I get high
In the winter I just get by
I’m going where the sun doesn’t shine
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Gannet Rock
03:30
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I was lost but the stars led me home across Longis Bay
I was drunk when I climbed the pier
But I’ve sobered up today
You’re shady and you’re slim and even though you look like him
You haven’t got the guile to make it down the Golden Mile
And it’s easy
So easy
I love to see you in the dark
On a clear day you can see for miles
It’s a clear day but the sun gets in my eyes
And the heat burns a hole in the hours on the clock
When all the lady loves is the sight of Gannet Rock
And it’s easy
So easy
I love to see you in the dark
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3. |
Lie
04:33
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Maybe you shouldn’t wake me in the morning
There’s so many secrets I can’t keep
Maybe you should walk away without a warning
Maybe it’s a climb I find too steep…
I’ve not felt too good about things lately
There’s so much to do that I don’t do
You’re asking for a change that isn’t likely
Or maybe it’s a change that’s just begun
While there’s a chance that I’ve turned the corner
There’s a chance I’m going round the bend
And there’s a chance that everyone’s a goner
And there’s a chance that this is not the end
Would you lie to me?
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4. |
Jacques Jacques Jacques
03:54
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I didn’t want to make you cry: when I did I felt satisfied
It’s good to know you’ve got control when you’ve not even tried
You said we’d be an enigma
We didn’t get very far
I get vague ideas sometimes you know,
But vague is all they are
Jacques Jacques Jacques got a Hammond organ
Jacques Jacques Jacques played on Blackpool Pier
He threw love “out with the dishwater baby”
Then he got a new career
I didn’t want to make you cry like I did when we said goodbye
Let’s throw our heads through a window pane and frame it for old times
You used to say I was ‘special’
I’ve thought that for a while
I get great ideas sometimes but now I’m out of style
Jacques Jacques Jacques got a Hammond organ
Jacques Jacques Jacques played on Blackpool Pier
He threw love “out with the dishwater baby”
Then he got a new career
Jacques Jacques Jacques got a Hammond organ
He’s given up giving up
He threw love “out with the dishwater baby”
Then he got a new career
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5. |
Downhill Skiing
05:11
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You may have pace, love, but I’ve got more glide
I think I proved it half-way down that mountainside
You saved your face but at least I kept my pride
But now I’m on the slide
How can you say that you care?
You breathe that chill northern air
And how can you contemplate a life beyond the slope
When all my hope is gone?
You’ve got the knee-knack to cut away at time
More kinks and swerves could have got me hook and line
But now I find I’m speeding off the beaten track
With no more going back
How can you say that you care?
You breathe that chill northern air
And how can you contemplate a life beyond the slope
When all my hope is gone?
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Popular
03:05
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I don’t recall but they said
I had my mind in the wrong frame
Well I soon got the picture
I left and sat in the corner
And then the room started spinning
And my head hit the pillow
My face turned a pale yellow
Before I passed out
I drank til I was blue in the face and red in the eye
It wasn’t popular
And I wish I’d kept my pride...
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Riot In Primark
04:10
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Look what you’ve done
What depths can you plumb?
Too late to raise alarm
No point in call-to-arms
Clothes strewn across the store
Blood spilled on second floor
No more cause for concern
No more bridges left to burn
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Fire In The Signal Box
04:25
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Got nowhere to run
Got nowhere to hide
Fire in the signal box
Got my hackles raised and my nerves are fried
Fire in the signal box
Mother, we meant no harm –
Can you hear the smoke alarms? –
I swear the door was on the latch
And it wasn’t me who lit the match
Got nowhere to run
Got nowhere to hide
Fire in the signal box
If we get out we’ll be skinned alive
Fire in the signal box
Mother, we meant no harm –
Can you hear the smoke alarms? –
I swear the door was on the latch
And it wasn’t me who lit the match
Mother, we meant no harm –
Can you hear the smoke alarms? –
I swear the door was on the latch
And it wasn’t me who lit the match
Mum the flames are getting higher
Davy blames a loose wire
The engine came stuck on the tracks
And now there is no going back
Got nowhere to run
Got nowhere to hide
Fire in the signal box
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This song will self-destruct in three minutes’ time
I found the truth I was looking for when you laid it on the line
I’m not the man I used to be
I left him far behind
But I’m still the man I used to be
And therein the problem lies
This song will self-destruct in two minutes’ time
What’s the point in honesty when you’re twisting every line?
I’m not the man I used to be
I left him far behind
But I’m still the man I used to be
And therein the problem lies
This song will self-destruct in one minute’s time
I’ve found the truth I was looking for and it’s time to draw the line
I’m not the man I used to be
I left him far behind
But I’m still the man I used to be
And therein the problem lies
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Get My Feet Back
03:00
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Tried to catch her eye in the palm of my hand
I don’t know why: maybe I need another pit-stop
I don’t know why I’m living in a dream world
I don’t know why but maybe it’s time to stop
And get my feet back on the ground
Get my feet back on the ground
Get my feet back on the ground
Mother said a name and it sounded familiar
They got by by sending me to Coventry
And life passes by
But maybe it’s time to stop
And get my feet back on the ground
Get my feet back on the ground
Get my feet back on the ground
Tried to catch her name but it slipped through my fingers
Tried to catch my breath but it slipped right through my hands
Has life passed me by?
Well maybe it’s time to stop.
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BrokenDownRecords UK
Broken Down Records. Releases include The Irony Board of Bolton, Echolalia of NW London, Broken Down Lorry of Harrow, The Broken Heed of Watford and The Salient Braves of Barnsley
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