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Freddie Jones
02:42
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Freddie Jones
Tell me, tell me Freddie Jones
Tell me all the tales in your old bones
Who came in and who went out
Quietly spoken, never shout
Yours is the magic of the known
Freddie Jones
What’s the story Freddie Jones
With your comfy shoes and landline phone
You know your history inside out
When you take me on your walkabout
Your seeds of enchant-e-ment are sown
Freddie Jones
How’s it hanging Freddie Jones
You made it up the staircase on your own
Your body is slow, but your mind is rare
Paint a picture, take me there
I’ve known you now for about an hour
So grab the limelight, wield the power
Dead secrets are your stock in trade
Which lives were lost, which history made
Who died when and where and how
From treasure trove to hangman’s bough
Tell me Freddie, tell me now
From treasure trove to hangman’s bough
We could spend our mortal lifetime in the dark
Where demons kings of boredom make their mark
But souls like yours are meant to light a spark
You see so much with your
All seeing eye
Prosper Live long Fred
Don’t ever die
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Don't walk in the rain
04:20
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Don't walk in the rain
Put on your coat, Don't walk in the rain
There's shit falling out of the sky
Pull on your bootstraps and tighten your belt
And hope you've got something put by
You are old Mr Linden and stuck on the drink
Lazy, corrupted and tired
I’ll catch you red-handed, bottle in hand
And your labour’s no longer required
Your industry’s cheap, and that’s what you think
But there are others more shameful outside
I can get one tomorrow, who’s down on his luck
And pocket my share on the side.
Put on your coat, Don't walk in the rain
There's shit falling out of the sky
Pull on your bootstraps and tighten your belt
And hope you've got something put by
Stand down Mr Linden, and give us your gold
The home you once had is no more
Pack up your troubles and flee from the fold
again never to darken our door
Turn up each day, walk into the gloom
More weavers replaced by the loom
Back into the darkness, no rage at the light
Your struggle will be over soon
Put on your coat, Don't walk in the rain
There's shit falling out of the sky
Pull on your bootstraps and tighten your belt
And hope you've got something put by
So where does this poor man go now to survive
The workhouse, the drink or the grave
Or down on his knees in the swill and the dirt
To live out his life as a slave
So where are your brothers, your sisters, your kin
Your saviour, your Gods and your sage
They bow to their masters in miserable sin
And be proud to be bound to their wage
Put on your coat, Don't walk in the rain
There's shit falling out of the sky
Pull on your bootstraps and tighten your belt
And hope you've got something put by
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Rip it up
03:58
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Rip it up
This is the place
Where we go to die
This is the time
The computer lies
Depress the refresh
Record your own sound
No escape from the endless round and round
When I hear it
That’s when I’m near it
I could rip it up like this
When it hates me
No matter/for how long it takes me
I could rip it up like this
This is the face
Nine live to live
This is the grassland
The plain of make believe
This fall from grace
Is where it all grows
They multiply and the secret eyes will know
When I hear it
That’s when I’m near it
I could rip it up like this
When it hates me
No matter/for how long it takes me
I could rip it up like this
Don’t leave a trace
No print in the sand
Just a confusion
Not a single place to stand
A point in the distance
A mote in the light
No recollection of the darkness or the flight
When I hear it
That’s when I’m near it
I could rip it up like this
When it hates me
No matter/for how long it takes me
I could rip it up like this
Rip it up like this
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Senses
03:51
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Senses
Just a little bit of nonsense
Helped to set us on our way
Just a bus ride destination
Cemented all I have to say
Now we’re close enough to share
Lay our common values bare
I can’t hear without you near me
I can’t see without you there to guide me through
I can’t feel without your senses
If I could touch you
If I could touch you
If I could touch you
If I could
A special piece of conversation
A back row lecture and a smile
You wrote your name down on my paper
You didn’t mind it took a while
And all the time we spent apart
Moved you closer to my heart
I can’t hear without you near me
I can’t see without you there to guide me through
I can’t feel without your senses
If I could touch you
If I could touch you
If I could touch you
If I could
And if the years would separate us
From the time we learned the
papers
Then all those years have been in
vain
Because I love you just the same,
I still love you just the same
I can’t hear without you near me
I can’t see without you there to guide me through
I can’t feel without your senses
If I could touch you
If I could touch you
If I could touch you
If I could
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Fascist in the workplace
03:15
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Fascist in the workplace
Fascist in the workplace
Fascist in the workplace
You can just get lost
They gave you an office and a name badge for
your door
A coned-off parking space and three-fifty
more
Now you’ve made it your mission to rule by
force of law
That’s what your life is for
To wage a personal war
You’re just a company whore
Fascist in the workplace
Fascist in the workplace
Fascist in the workplace
You can just get lost
Your mealy micro-management is sus
Your support plan strategy? A redundancy bus
And you rub your palms to performance manage us
And cry treasonous
You’re so poisonous
You’re not one of us
\Fascist in the workplace
Fascist in the workplace
Fascist in the workplace
You can just get lost
It’s ok, You say,
because the innocent have nothing at all to
fear
Except from those, that say
that the innocent have nothing at all to fear
You say that you are
working hard for me It’s in my in-ter-est
So I need not fear
Because your intervention is for
my personal development
A decision of the management
By order of the management
Unsurprisingly you think that the union’s had its day
In the pocket of the bosses and your very own power-play
To satisfy your ego and to justify your pay
Don’t do as I do
Just do as I say
Have a miserable day
Fascist in the workplace
Fascist in the workplace
Fascist in the workplace
You can just get lost
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Noble and ridiculous cowboy
So you, wanna be a cowboy
Ride out on a mangy horse
takiing all the bad guys down of course
And you want to have a six shooter
Perched upon your hip
And shoot the nearest stranger that gives you lip
Well let me tell you now that
Life’s not so easy on the range
‘Cos those Cuban heels look dangerous
And your horseless gait is strange
Those snakeskin pants are cruel man
They make you look a tool
I’m really not surprised though ‘cos those
Chaps give you a big ole rash
So you, wanna be a cowboy
With a big ten-gallon head
With tumbleweed and starlight for your bed
And be a whiskey-drinking sun of a gun
That never takes no shit
And play poker like a cow-poke, is that it?
You’re going to use that six shooter
On each and every trip
When you ride into that dusty town
And let those bullets rip
And it’s really rather quaint
But let me tell ya, John Wayne you ain’t
You don’t even have no spurs
So you, want to be a cowboy
Ride out a mangy horse
Well you can live that double denim dream of course
BUT
There are no rolling plains in Bilston
There’s no cows in Dudley Port
And the only Wolves that howl at night
Are the ones that kick a ball
You can saddle up in Walsall
But there’s no quick-sand on the floor
And Stourbridge has Saloon bars
But there ain’t no swinging doors
So you, want to be a cowboy
Ride out a mangy horse
and yeehaw and the world until you’re hoarse
And if you want to make it as a sheriff
And you really want it bad
Well then you must ride to Toys’R’us
And buy yourself a badge!
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SHOTGUN MARMALADE Kingswinford, UK
SHOTGUN MARMALADE: High-energy, rhythmic, dark pop-punk songs payed either as a power trio or solo on an acoustic guitar with plenty of clicks, chops and skanks. Lyrics are humorous, ebullient, ironic and often cryptic, dealing with the darker side of life, usually with foot-stomping accompaniment and an opportunity to ska-pogo for those who so wish. We don't take ourselves too seriously!!. ... more
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