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Big Ideas
04:26
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Where did you get those big ideas?
I'm not beholden to anyone
A voice inside my head
Said you should put them back where they're from
The voice materialised
It was a woman and I'm a man
She stood astride of me
As I lay looking up from the ground
Servalan! Servalan! Servalan!
I was transported to a faraway land
And the woman of my conscience looks like Servalan
I was projected up
I was the highest I'd ever been
Her hair was sleek and short
And she was angry like Jacqueline
I'm here to remind you, Paul
That you are worthless and you are small
I'll bring you down to earth
And you'll be thanking me as you fall
Servalan! Servalan! Servalan!
I was transported to a faraway land
And the woman of my conscience looks like Servalan
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2. |
An Error Occurred
03:46
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Knowing what I know now
Knowing what I know now
When I first met you, I also met all of your criteria
Within a week we were engaged
In a quixotic battle
The forks migrated to where the spoons should be and it was nothing nothing nothing to do with me
The forks migrated to where the spoons should be and it was nothing nothing nothing to do with me
I will not be defined by my poor investments
I refuse to be confined by my errors of judgement
I will not be defined by my poor investments
I refuse to be confined by my errors of judgement
I went at it with the fever of an exhausted father popping all the balloons at the end of a children’s party. Too preoccupied with the prerequisites to reach the chair on which I had to sit
Roman is dead.
Roman is dead.
He got a hole in the back of his head
Roman is dead.
Strong words
Softly choking
Morning has broken me again
What’s wrong with the spoken word?
An error occurred
An error occurred
An error occurred
An error occurred
Love is a luxury
Disguised as necessity
Faith hope and charity
You can stick it in your cavity
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3. |
Decade With No Name
03:28
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Sleepwalking into a new decade
Aren't you forgetting boy from whence you came?
Nobody's going to look back and exclaim
"Those were the days, my friend, those were the days"
And it's been and gone and passed me by
Been and gone and passed me by
Drift-wooden, into a new domain
We've somehow opted now for more of the same
Distraction, we're all pointing in different ways
"That is the plan, my friend, that is the aim"
And it's been and gone and passed me by
Been and gone and passed me by
Been and gone and passed me by
We just slept through a decade with no name
We just crept through a decade with no name
Nothing to commemorate, no place to fix the blame
We just slept through a decade with no name
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4. |
Boy
04:47
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Treading water for your life, well you were nearly through
In a miserable canal, that's where I noticed you
Only when I pulled you out
I found you were just a boy
Such a little boy
It was destiny, presenting you to me
Boy
I've never had such feelings for a boy
Won't you let me learn how to love you
Won't you let me love you boy
Staggering along the riverside, you kept a wary stride
But you just kept on tagging along, I couldn't get rid of you if I tried
The moment I saw the fear in your eyes
I knew there was a bond
From that moment on
So glad I was your saviour
You're such a good boy on your best behaviour
Boy
I've never had such feelings for a boy
Won't you let me learn how to love you
Won't you let me love you boy
I will love you as a father and a brother
You don't mind if I am one or I'm the other
Boy
I've never had such feelings for a boy
And now it's been a lifetime
You've overtaken me
That look of fear is in your eyes again
But don't be afraid
And go to sleep
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5. |
Horse With No Face
02:20
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Riding through the darkness on a horse with no face
How did I get into this race?
Straddling it bareback on the leathery hide
How do I get out of this place?
It was a horse with no eyes
It was a horse with no ears
It was a horse with no brain
It was a horse with no mane
It was a horse with no mind
It was a horse with no aim
It was a horse with no bit
It was a horse with no face
Life in all directions on a steer with no steer
A uncontrollable mare
Naked like a mole rat with no reason to stop
A shiny mount with no hair
It was a horse with no eyes
It was a horse with no ears
It was a horse with no brain
It was a horse with no mane
It had a head like a thumb
It was a thumb with no nail
It was a horse with no tail
It was a horse with no face
It was a horse with no eyes
(it had a head like a thumb)
It was a horse with no ears
(it was a thumb with no nail)
It was a horse with no brain
(It was a horse with no tail)
It was a horse with no face
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6. |
Dog Form
05:11
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In a former life I was a famous painter – famously I painted myself into a corner
Perpetually under attack! - from the straw that broke the camel’s back
Didn’t like my mind – Thought I’d change it for another one
I was feeling listless, so I got myself a note book and a ball point pen
It’s me – in dog form
Spent my life living on a diet of nothing but food for thought
The Postman came a knocking one day – Yeah, I bit him in the Aster Bar
Everything in this house has human qualities it seems - except yours truly
Woke up in a mermaid’s purse – Stockholm syndrome in reverse
It’s me – in dog form
We erected a statue of the two of us as centaurs at the bottom of the garden
Our bows and arrows pointing toward the belt of Orion at a certain time of year
That was the form I chose – but not the form that arose
A fanciful reflection of a dream -
In reality the animal component of the hybrid is replaced by canid
It’s me – in dog form
Anthropomorphic hound, dutifully bows
Anthropomorphic hound, duty bound
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Cults
03:04
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I was searching for some sage advice
A single pearl, a grain of rice
Some clear direction or a solid lead
Cut down to size awaiting in my feed
Cut down to size awaiting in my feed
There is a mantra we should all be taught
I look for a guy, a leader of thought
Which cult shall I join today?
The cult of Brad, the cult of Dave
That cult called Richard, or the cult of Craig?
In endless streams of search results
I find I am awash with cults
Everywhere I see, smiling back at me
You can achieve the best results
Put your belief into the cults
Your visibility is your currency
Cults of personality
Visibility plus credibility
Put together equals profitability
There's a blood moon over Merthyr tonight
The ne'er do wrongs are now the ne'er do rights
I must join in howling at the moon
Am I a salted cod or a cream-faced loon?
Am I a salted cod or a cream-faced loon?
In endless streams of search results
I find I am awash with cults
Everywhere I see, smiling back at me
You can achieve the best results
Put your belief into the cults
Your visibility is your currency
Cults of personality
Everywhere I go
Everywhere on show
Cults
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A hapless young Parisian
By the Quay de Louvre came up from the Seine
She lay displayed with those who died
Never to be claimed or identified
Along with the priests and the necrophiles
Amongst the slain stood a man beguiled
This was a face that was meant to last
And so he rendered the girl in the wax and the plastercast
It is the death mask of the unknown lady of the Seine
"I will always be preserved
I will be forever smiling
Through my death I will bring life
And breathe again
Breathe forever more"
A million faces reproduced
And now her visage always smiles at you
And all of the German girls began
To imitate the charms of their lady of the Seine
A toymaker Norwegian
Said "I will make her breathe again"
La Inconnue de la Seine
"A million lips will resuscitate my Anne"
It is the death mask of the unknown lady of the Seine
"I will always be preserved
I will be forever smiling
Through my death I will bring life
And breathe again
Breathe forever more"
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9. |
Former Selves
03:44
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Look at these old clothes
You thought you'd get dressed up again
And show me a shadow of your former self
While the land recovers, we pull back the covers and find
A new life
An owl starts hooting in the afternoon
Oh the good life
In the shadow of your former selves
You are a peon
A peanut in a walnut shell
And there's no use in pretending what you used to be
You're never ever gonna recreate the memory
Don't even go there
Wasted on your past and former selves
I think I've seen a ghost
Wandering round from yesteryear
A spectre
A dull fog clouding up the atmosphere
We've a new life
With no shadow of our former selves
You are a wastrel
Why don't you get back into your shell
And you'll never be the person that you want to be
You're never ever gonna shake it and you'll never be free
Your good life
Wasted on your past and former selves
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Stranger in your own mind
Ever felt like a stranger in your own mind?
No it's never been stranger in your own mind
It's okay when you're in the society
There's no stranger, there's no danger
When you're alone he becomes your priority
He will shape you, consecrate you
Stranger in your own mind
Well it's never been stranger in your own mind
There's a wandering stranger taking your mind
In the place where you used to sleep so soundly
It's so alien, subterranean
You get pumped full of cold and lucid energy
You're the stranger, you're the stranger
I'm a stranger
I'm a stranger
I'm a stranger
I don't want to be alone
I don't want to be alone with me
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11. |
Ipso Facto
03:44
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This will be my auto da fe
My trial by flame
I get the feeling the decision’s been made
Before my hearing took place
You’re so Ipso Facto.
Ipso, ipsp facto – by the fact itself
Abstract – existing only in the mind
Obsolete – no longer in use
Perfect – being complete of its kind
You’re so ipso facto.
Wax and wane – I just wax and wane
You’re so ipso facto.
A specific phenomenon is a direct consequence, a resultant effect, of the action in question
A specific phenomenon is a direct consequence, a resultant effect, of the action in question
Wax and wane – I just wax and wane
But you remain a constant
This will be my auto da fe
My trial by flame
I get the feeling the decision’s been made
Before my hearing took place
You’re so ipso facto
You’re the – judge, jury and executioner
Well you’re the Judge, jury and executioner
You’re so ipso facto
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12. |
Kate & Cindy
04:02
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There is a voice inside my mind saying
"It's not good enough, not good enough"
When I've exhausted everything
"It's never enough, you're not fast enough"
Encouragement is a terrible thing, baby
Nothing is earned, nothing is learned
A pat on the back I could find opportune
Some kind of fillip, a positive boon
But I was left with no-one to impress
Just constant scrutiny
Always at my behest
Then I hear Cindy
Kate and Cindy
Of all the bars in all the world
I hear The Fall in eighty five
and I'm so glad to be alive
Cruel to be kind, those words were expelled
Strangely enough - I am propelled
So I want to thank you for everything
But this is the song that I was destined to sing
When I hear Cindy
Kate and Cindy
I hear The Fall in eighty five
And I'm so glad to be alive
When Hammell says 'Go Fuck Yourself'
I know that there is mental wealth
When I hear Cindy
Kate and Cindy
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13. |
It Is The Face Wish How
03:16
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It is the face wish how
Something you'll never see
Endlessly reaching arm
Someone you'll never be
It is the face wish how
Always be out of reach
Corvids that circle round
Practicing what you preach
It is the face wish how
Jackdaw is on your seat
Never the twain shall meet
It is the face wish how
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14. |
Then I Met Joanna
03:27
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I used to think that I was just the lucky one
I used to think the world revolved around the sun
Then I met Joanna
I drove in whichever direction I did feel
I could have sworn my hands were on the steering wheel
Then I met Joanna
You took your silver spoon and stuck it in the moon
And yet you wanted more
You made a clicking sound, the stars all danced around
And still you wanted more
I woke one day to find her standing by the bed
A bridle in one hand and a gun against my head
Then I left Joanna
Then I left Joanna
You can have Joanna
You can keep Joanna
You took your silver spoon and stuck it in the moon
And yet you wanted more
You made a clicking sound, the stars all danced around
And still you wanted more
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