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1. |
Beer Just One
03:33
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Beer just one
He had a beer, but just one
He’s got no money, it’s fuckin’ gone
He scared a kid, he killed a swan
But in his head, he’s Solomon
Greavsie steals corned beef from grocery
He speaks the truth when he’s stoned, he
Swigs by the bins on the phone, he
Picked up to pretend he’s not lonely
He had a beer, but just one
In 92, he’s having fun
He took some drugs, he smoked a ton
He lost a job, he bought a gun
Greavsie got removed from uni
Socialist real ale and soon, he
Found squats in a place that was roomy
Did skunk by the light of the moony
His, is a tale of sorrow
He does not believe in tomorrow
He steals on a ship in the cargo
hold, Ends up a corpse El Dorado
Greavsie steals corned beef from grocery
He speaks the truth when he’s stoned
Greavsie got removed from uni
Socialist real ale and soon
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2. |
Dreams and Alcohol
04:44
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Dreams and alcohol
Grab your beer and gather round
Pick your boots up off the ground
And drink your drink to loosen up your tongue
Tell us what you’re going to do
With your life when we are through
And that Sunday morning feeling comes around
So load up on the whiskey
Slam your glass down on the bar
And rave about tomorrow’s plans today
I don’t want to get you down
But you’ll never leave this town
If all you got are dreams and alcohol
As we gather in the bar
True philosophers we are
We know the right and wrong and what to fix
And if it wasn’t for the craic
We’d be never coming back
And then be on the way to better things
There’s gold up in the hills
And anticipation chills
The drinkers into dreamers one and all
Then life will rear its head
When you’re lying your bed
And reality will kick you in the balls
So load up on the whiskey . . .
And all it needs, is you to put your faith in me
Everything’s in place now, as any fool can see
Just take a chance, and face up to the fear
And we’ll get started, when we’ve finished
one more beer
Jimmy’s train went down the track
Now he’s never coming back
And his road to nowhere dreams went up in smoke
And the congregation stares
As he staggers up the stairs
To the heaven in his head that no one knows
So load up on the whiskey . . .
So there’s nothing more to say
And by God, we’re on our way
Where greener pastures hail a brand new dawn
And there’s no doubt to be found
So let’s drink another round
And I’ll remember when I’m lying on the floor
So load up on the whiskey
Slam your glass down on the bar
And rave about tomorrow’s plans today
I don’t want to get you down
I don’t want to get you down
So let’s drink another round
Cos’ all we got, are dreams and alcohol
Cos’ all we got, are dreams and alcohol
Cos’ all we got, are dreams and alcohol
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3. |
Blackeyeblue
03:13
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Blackeyeblue
Hey you, what you gonna do
When your eyes are black and your face is blue
And the oxygen no longer fills your brain
Hey you, what you gonna say
When there is no reason and there ain’t no way
That you’re ever getting out of here alive
No good sitting on the spectrum
When its dark inside
No complaining in a restroom
With your wounded pride
No good planning to escape
When you’re paralysed with fear and apathy
Hey you, where you gonna be
When the time runs out and you just can’t see
That you’re disappearing down below the tide
Hey you, how you gonna feel
When the bones all break and the wounds won’t heal
And the writing on the wall spells out your name
No good dancing with the devil
When he turns on you
No saluting by the flagpole
Like the crew cuts do
No good swimming in the deep end
When the sharks are circling to seal your fate
Hey you, when you gonna see
That the world won’t wait and you won’t break free
‘til you grit your teeth and bite down on resolve
Hey you, when you gonna know
That the earth is sick and the seed won’t grow
‘til you suck the poison out and start again
Oh Oh There’s angels in the the sky for you and . . .
Oh oh There’s sawdust on the floor for your blood
Oh oh There’s plenty more in store where that came from
Oh oh The contract signed and binding and its tight
And there’s really no way out unless you fight!
Unless you fight
Hey you, what you gonna do
When your eyes are black and your face is blue
And the oxygen no longer fills your brain
Hey you, what you gonna say
When there is no reason and there ain’t no way
That you’re ever getting out of here alive x4
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4. |
The Blackleg Miner
03:00
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The Blackleg Miner
It's in the evening, after dark
The blackleg miner gangs to work
In his moleskin pants and dirty shirt
There goes the blackleg miner
He takes his pick and down he goes
To hew the coal that lies below
There's not a woman in this town row
Would go with a blackleg miner
So join the union while you may
Don't wait till your dying day
For that may not be far away
You dirty blackleg miner
For Deleval is a terrible place
They rub wet clay in the blackleg's face
Around the pits they run a foot race
To catch the blackleg miner
And don't go near the Seghill mine
Across the road they've stretched a line
To catch the throat and break the spine
Of the dirty blackleg miner
Well they take his pick and duds as well
And they hoy them down the pit of Hell
So there you go and fare thee well
You dirty blackleg miner
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5. |
People, Papers, Haters
04:26
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People, Papers, haters
Fake news . . . the people
So true . . flat Earth people
You don’t know where you’re going
You don’t know what to do
You need someone to hold your hand
Oh . . . shame on you
Fake news . . . the papers
So Blue . . . Vicious papers
Right wing on the payroll
Wire taps on demand
You sold your soul for millionaire’s gold
Oh . . . Shame on you . . . shame on you
Shame on you . . . Shame on you
This is the land of the many nation.
We are the people of our own creation
We are the music and the streets of the free
We were the envy of democracy
But you claim to represent me
With your hate and bigotry
To make a killing when you sack the nation
With your deception and your detestation
Is your story so disaffected
To abandon this land infected
With a blight that you projected
A nation’s flag now flies corrupted
Our grandparent’s legacy neglected
They fought the fascist to be liberated
Not to spread your spurious hatred
It is from you that we must be protected
Fake news, the haters
So true. Not so secret haters
Crawl out of the woodwork
Throw petrol on the flames
Your selfish pride makes me sick inside
Oh . . . Shame on . . .
you . . . Oh . . . Shame on . . . x6
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6. |
Hollow Man
03:27
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Hollow man
He let you down and walked away.
You don't need him anyway
He stole the sunlight from your day
Then took the coward's way
I watched your castle made of sand
fall into the sea
and all the patchwork tears you cried
cut to the heart of me
Now I can't say, that you were wrong
To let your guard down, when you felt strong
How many of us, hand on heart
would be fooled the same way too (X3)
By a hollow excuse for a man, fooled the same way too x2
He ate your food and touched your hair
I pretended not to care
He held you close; I could not see
But not as close as me
Cold, dark laughter fell apart
Down by the fire light
The poisoned words that rocked your heart
When you were out of sight
He took your smile, and sacked the land
This vagabond, this hollow man
He slipped away and forced your hand
So treacherous this hollow man
By a hollow excuse for a man,
so treacherous this,
hollow excuse for a man,
this vagabond
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7. |
Anti Mode Stil Polizei
02:57
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Anti mode stil polizei
You said you would tell me what to Like,
You said you would tell me what to Wear,
You said you would tell me what to Listen to,
You said you would tell me what to Think
Rufen Sie die Polizei
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8. |
Happy New Year Mr Cooper
05:11
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Happy New Year Mr Cooper
Yesterday was new year’s day
Another twelve months on the way
Another chance for me to say
All the things I have to say
Your broken promises infect me
To toe the line, so please inject me
This suffering, it’s all we have
This cable channel, it makes me drowsy
This time of night, the action’s lousy
The saddest time of all is now
Woah Woah
Each year it’s the same
It makes me insane
I’ve got to make waves
Do you hear what I’m saying?
Woah Woah
There’s a boss-eyed chimp
To tip me the wink
Inviting me to change
Yesterday was new year’s day
Another twelve months on the way
Another chance for me to say
All the things I have to say
Yesterday was New Year’s Day
Another twelve months gone away
Another chance for me to slay
The demons that I have to slay
Anticipate my resolution
What we need is revolution
Convenient, it almost rhymes
My mind is blank, my body weary
I hope that no one else will hear me
As I move to different times
Chewed up silver from a hospital bed
I crave brown paper for a hole in the head
Fill up on the dark its already been said
Try to open up a vein that’s already been bled
Passing up the chance for the journey ahead
Are you sewing up your dreams with a needle and thread
A coward in a shell with heart full of lead
Are you picking up the pieces of the living dead
Hanging from a wire in a sugarman suit and a
Pumped up syringe just to get at the root of your
Steamboat dreams and a personal shooter
We want to get away like DB Cooper
Yesterday was New year’s day
Another twelve months on the way
Another chance for me to slay
The demons that I have to slay
Yesterday was New Year’s Day
Another twelve months gone away
Scratching out the eyes of a blackened future
We want to get away like DB Cooper
D B Cooper
We want to get away like DB Cooper . . .
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9. |
Not a Drinking Song
03:29
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Not a drinking song
I’m stepping over flying ants on Polish from the Spar
Paddy’s on his elbow, he’s holding up the bar
Oakes has shares in Guinness, and Toomsie’s not on milk
And there ain’t no bugger in this town row that downs a pint like Silk
So raise a glass to abstinence
The tee-total and the dry
Drink a toast to never drinking
With tears in your eyes
And sleep it off all day
Then start again at night
And thank your lucky stars that this is definitely not a drinking song.
The hipsters from the social club on cocktails once again
A Bloody-Russian-Mary-Jack-Mojito on the plane
Mick’s only had one rum and coke, no more has touched his lips!
You’ll find him on the streets of town, lamenting “Where’s me chips!”
I’ve been listening to Gaz Brookfield
Who’s been listening to Frank
Who’s been listening to Billy
On whose shoulders we all stand
And none of them are drinkers
Not a drop has touched their lips
And none of them have ever sung a song
About Getting . . . about getting . . . about getting, Getting fucking pissed
Patched up Pete likes arty booze, it’s so UNPOPular
Humdrum’s drinks are cynical, he’s questioning the bar
The Greenaways are well away and unafraid to ask
Just what it is that Bodmin is a hiding in that flask
The Pilchards are all pickled, on whiskey, gin and rum
Ryan’s brain is in a jar, his liver’s on the run
There’s nothing else to do now, but honestly I’ve tried
So take me to a brewery . . . and leave me there to die
So raise a glass to abstinence
The tee-total and the dry
Drink a toast to never drinking
With tears in your eyes
And sleep it off all day
Then start again at night
And thank your lucky stars,
thank your lucky stars, thank your lucky stars
that this is definitely not
a drinking song, Ay Ay Ay Ay x4
And thank your lucky stars that this is definitely, not
a, drinking . . .
Song
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10. |
Brian is a Big Dick
02:50
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Brian is a Big Dick
Brian is a big dick
standing on a corner
flicking all the arses
with his towel
Brian is a big dick
packin' dynamite stick
swingin' by a kneecap
lookin' foul
He's the only guy I know
Who doesn't cover up
Shame he's such a bastard
when he hates you
he'll fuck you up
Brian is a big dick
Mafiosa big prick
bragging to the ladies
don't bend down
Brian is a big dick
Bernie is his side kick
Stiffing it to Davey
in the shower
Where's your fucking tool mate?
What fucking tool? (says Dave)
Brian's not a cockney but
This fucking tool he says
(you fucking scum)
Brian Brian
Big Brian Brian
Dick Brian Brian
Brian is a big dick
really liked to swing it
now he's got a daughter
and a sad life
Brian is a big dick
thought he'd make his fortune
gagging all the ladies
getting paid
He doesn't seem to know bad
karma will take you down
his personality has
rotted away to nowt.
Brian Brian
Big Brian Brian
Dick Brian Brian
DICK
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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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