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When you’re diving for pearls at the bottom of the world
Remember: you can’t get any lower
When you’re on the escalator up to Heaven’s gate
Remember: it’s a natural high
When you haven’t got a halo
And everything you touch turns to stone
You’ve got a friend in Elvis
Just pick up the phone
When you’re staring at the walls like you’ve never stared before
Remember: you’ve always been good looking
And with beauty on your side but still no sign of bride
Maybe it’s time to give it up
When you haven’t got a halo
And everything you touch turns to stone
You’ve got a friend in Elvis
Just pick up the phone
You can call me up
I will take you home
We can talk for hours and hours and hours
If you call me up
I will take you home
We can talk for hours and hours and hours
You can call me
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Ask Davy
02:51
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TLLS
03:10
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There’s a Tender Little Love Song
Has our name on its lips
But I can’t say you’d notice
Cos we don’t ever kiss
As we fall into love
We fall out of bed
When we fall for each other
Are we easily led
There’s a Tender Little Love Song
That I sing in my head
And I can’t say I’ve listened to a word that you’ve said
As we fall out of love
It falls into place
And I can’t stop you laughing
Cos I don’t know which face
There’s a Tender Little Love Song
Has our names in tattoo
Something to remind us we had nothing better to do
As we fall out of love
I fall to the floor
And I fall with you throwing
Rocks at my door
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To See The King
03:47
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We’ve come to see the king
We’ve come to see the king
But the king won’t let us in
The king won’t let us in
We’ve come to see the king
We want a kiss from the king
But the king won’t let us in
To his house made of tin
He’s bending back my fingers
He’s stretching all the ligaments
He’s looking back towards the garden
And reaching for the filament
We’ve come to see the king
In his house made of tin
But the king won’t let us in
He says tin is last year’s thing
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Uptown Downbeat
03:53
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I don’t think I’ve ever felt so embarrassed
And you said it wouldn’t have matter
Well I’ve heard the sound of scraping barrels
Been there, done that and I wish I hadn’t
I’ve never been flavour of the month
Just in the way and out of touch
I’m not sure but I think I created havoc
I’m not sure but I have a hunch
I look in the mirror and it wisecracks
I don’t think I’ll go downtown tonight
I want to stay at home
This town was never famous for its sights
It was never famous at all
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so embarrassed
And you said it wouldn’t have matter
Well I’ve heard the sound of scraping barrels
Been there, done that and I wish I hadn’t
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There’s a kiss in your eye
What I see I don’t like
I’ve been here before and you left me high and dry
There’s a tear on your lips
But it’s still hit and miss
I’ve been here before and I know what’s high and dry
I counted out the hours and days until you’d gone
But I can’t sit in silence when I don’t know what is wrong
I dodged the boots and wedding suits to bring you home
And now I’m thick because I don’t understand
Vent your spleen until it bursts
Spit out all those hateful words
I can’t soak them like a sponge
You bleed me dry
And when all is said and done
You were the first to hit and run
I’ll bide my time and rue the day
So we get what we deserve
Willie Nelson’s got a nerve
There’s no glory in the tin
It’s just scum and surf
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Dead End Ali
03:41
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I sold my soul for a prison cell
I spoke when I should not have spoken
Misjudged the judge, got a lengthy spell
I bent the rules and now they’re broken
I’m down and out and for the count
On the wall my days are numbered
My only file is criminal
My only thoughts are plundered
I’m good as gold
Leave me alone
I only wish I’d known...
I’m going to the ball and chain
I’ve manacled my nails
I’ll duck and dive and stake my claim
And then I’ll be assailed
I’m good as gold
Leave me alone
My bronzed complexion and silver tongue
If Ali buys my little white lie
I’m off the record and back on the sly
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Left on the floor in one thousand pieces
Walked over, trodden on folds and creases
Frayed at the edges with a hole in the middle
Candle-wax stains over words that mattered
Fragile little thoughts that are ripped and tattered
This is the way I left it all to you
And I can’t walk, can’t sleep, won’t drink, can’t think
Can’t dream but I try to imagine
What it would be like if I had three wishes
Two hundred quid stuffed inside the sofa
Gas stove, kettle and electric toaster
Boxes of photos (don’t know who they are…)
300 discs of collectable vinyl
12 inch, 7 inch - no Richie, Lionel –
I may be old but I’ve still got pride
And I can’t walk, can’t sleep, won’t drink, can’t think
Can’t dream but I try to imagine
What it would be like if I swam with the fishes
Found on the floor in a thousand pieces
Matched up, taped up, ironed-out creases
Tear-stained words with a heart in the middle
Candle wax stains over names that married
Tender little gifts for the children carried,
Loved and left, but not forgotten
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Jack And Jilted
03:18
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Jack And Jilted
Bored of adores
Let’s board up the doors
Turn down the lights and get
Blind drunk
Majoring in plagiarism
Your baseball charm was my persuasion
With looks to kill and time to burn
You can walk on water
And I won’t learn
Sometimes you leave me wondering what’s left from what I put in
I had my doubts you’d have the nerve
But I found out
Six months were gone
Before the guilt edged
Gillian and John to Jack and Jilted
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Treasure And Trash
02:46
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She’s singing out of tune
But she knows all the words
And it’s no use asking because I’m not telling
Now Carl’s seen a girl he says she’s
Carcinogenic
He stumbles and fumbles mumbling
Don’t you forget it
Well it’s a trick or treat
Treasure and trash
I’ve had enough of you Nocash
Now Dawn becomes daunting and Ruth becomes ruthless
Carl becomes callous
It’s your turn to u-turn
Meanwhile Johny’s hiding
Spiteful, bashful and proud
Turning the corners of a home-made Turin shroud
Well it’s a trick or treat
Treasure and trash
I’ve had enough of you Nocash
Lipsticky fingers playing
Kiss-chase-and-tell
Carl is calming down now
He’s waiting for the bell
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Hatty's Back
03:33
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Chase another one instead
Close your eyes and count to ten
Turn around and count again
I wasn’t ready
I think I need another dose of polluted coast but I’ll be home in time for tea
Let’s err on the seaside
You said let’s see
I wasn’t sure
But now I’ve seen the flaw
All our best-laid plans were never forgotten
Hatty’s back
I went wandering
The tide didn’t bother to show
I left a mental note
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Marry Me
05:00
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That’s not what I had in mind
Just what I had in mind was infinitely more refined
That’s not what I had in mind
Just what I had in mind did not involve legs intertwined
The Golden Mile’s in sight and the coast is clear
We could skip the parade and get away from here
We could spend a couple of days watching the Irish Sea
Together we could age if you would marry me
That’s not what I came here for
Just what I came here for...
It doesn’t matter any more
I’ve seen the signs I know just what is going on
I’ve done nothing wrong
The Golden Mile’s in sight and the coast is clear
We could skip the parade and get away from here
We could spend a couple of days watching the Irish Sea
Together we could age if you would marry me
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'John,' she said, 'I love you from the bottom of my heart
But isn't it about time you learned to suffer for your art?
I've been to many places and I've seen too many things
That make me realise I can't stand what this season brings.'
All I want for Christmas is a bit of peace and quiet
You can stuff your Figgy Pudding
You can shove your New Year's diet
All I want for Christmas is a bit of peace and quiet.
'John,' she said, 'I'll love you til the day that never ends;
I've loved and lost and had and held – on that you can depend.
I've seen so many people, their secrets I have heard
And that Christmas Tree at 93 must rank among the worst.'
All I want for Christmas is a bit of peace and quiet
You can stuff your Figgy Pudding
You can shove your New Year's diet
All I want for Christmas is a bit of peace and quiet.
Is this the way that I want my life to unfold?
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It takes me back to the start of an early grave
I was raised on a street that was cobble-paved
And I think I’ve had enough
I’m scared of growing up
It takes me back to the start of a watery grave
Not the first, not the last and what a wedding day...
I think I’ve had enough
I’m scared of growing up
Sometimes it gets too much
When everyone calls you ‘love’
I can’t say I won’t be bad again
I’ve Hilman’s eyes on the brain
I think I’ve had enough
I’m scared of growing up
Sometimes it gets too much
When everyone calls you ‘love’
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Fingers (new version)
03:16
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Breathe
03:39
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I can’t sleep
Cos I can’t breathe in this house
The trees creep in
Their roots invade my mouth
How can I stay?
The outlook’s bleak
The winds of change have changed
They blew me out
I’m not getting any younger
How can I stay?
I can’t sleep
Cos I can’t breathe in this house
The breeze rips in
It sucks the air from my mouth
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17. |
Directing Part One
03:39
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We could have grown together
But the damage had been done
An arm around the shoulder
Directing Part One
Then put your fingers thigh bound
To stop you turning blue
And shift the gravitation
Directing Part Two
You’re losing me
And the little things you said
Keep messing with my head
Turn and Guide
Until the moment’s died
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18. |
Postscript
04:34
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19. |
Boxes
04:31
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21. |
Keep Left
03:18
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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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