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Don’t you think that something needs to be done?
Between visions and voices
Illusions of choices
Not waving, saluting
And sticking the boot in
Don’t you think that something needs to be done?
If you won’t hear it
You can’t beat it
If you won’t see it
You can’t beat it
Sorry if I ruined your photo
Shame about those forest fires
Who’s stuffing your pockets?
And I don’t think that we need both sides
When one is the wolf at the door
Minutes to midnight are running down
From Grangemouth to Wyoming
They’re “greenly” polluting
A future sold on tick
Demand a Republic
Don’t you think that something needs to be done?
Minutes to midnight are running down
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Here’s a test
Here’s a minnow
Here’s a threat encased in a pillow
Where’s the light?
Where’s your middle?
Where’s the cherub on your shoulder saying:
Honey, you look fine
You’ve got to stop worrying all the time
You’re keeping the best in mind
But the best changes all the time
What’s yer name?
Where’s yer fella?
Who’s this posh boy cradling his Stella?
Whatsherface?
How’s the weather?
Where’s the cherub on your shoulder saying:
Honey, you look fine
You’ve gotta stop worrying all the time
You’re keeping the best in mind
But the best changes all the time
You feel your time is running out
It’s been that way for years
You keep an overnight bag there
You’ve never shifted gears
Honey, you look fine
You’ve gotta stop worrying all the time
You’re leaving the worst behind
And the best isn’t on your mind
You know your time is running out
You’re claiming back the years
You keep yourself to yourself now
You were never really here
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You can tread water for a while
You can mask it with style
You can fix yourself for the next person
But don’t expect a medal
But the rain doesn’t only fall on you
No, it doesn’t
You can bite
You can scratch
You can fight for a tiny patch
Or put your hands round your landlord’s neck maybe
And do us all a favour
But the rain doesn’t only fall on you
No, it doesn’t
When you’re knocked on your back
Put your hand out and remember
The rain doesn’t only fall on you
The rain doesn’t only fall on me
I can write on a sign
I will give you my time
I’ll put my body on the line for you
And I’ll stand by you
Cos the rain doesn’t only fall on you
No, it doesn’t
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4. |
Costner Interjection
01:57
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You can go back to begin
But when you fight’s when you win
And every day the number grows
And every day my patience goes
Driving back to your town
Weighing the cost of a frown
And every day the number grows
And every day their contempt shows
I wish I had something more useful than flowers
I wish I had something for you
I wish had something more useful than flowers
I…
When there’s no shake of hands
And the house is a sham
And every face is turned away
A heavy grief, a touch of shame
You take the edge from your rage
And it puts lines on your face
And every day the anger grips
With every time the pretence slips
There’s more to go!
Yes, there’s more to go!
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6. |
Knock My Pan In
04:06
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The icing on the cake
Is a slap in the face
The water’s further up my shin
But I knock my pan in!
A split shift I can take
Another crack appears
The blood’s all in one end of me
And I knock my pan in!
I dreamt of eight hours sleep
A disjointed day awake
I practice smiling on the stairs
Then I knock my pan in!
I sweat a long day
I dream of dog days
Calling it that and calling it this
I was put on earth for more that this
Anticipating
Balling my fists
I won’t calm myself
I won’t calm myself
I’ll knock my pan in!
I’ll knock my pan in!
There’s no cheese in this maze
I’m labyrinth intolerant
My future’s climbing up the walls
But I knock my pan in!
The ladder gets pulled up
A panoramic view
A lunch that sits outside of me
And I knock my pan in!
A fresh take on violence
A distant glimpse of sun
My envelope is light again
But I knock my pan in!
In the morning, I’ll be waiting
Feet upon the treadmill
Take your dreams, no hesitating
Throw them in the landfill
When it comes, we’ll go together
You first, we’re right behind you
A postcard from the end of your tether
In here we’re like a family
Take your health, no hesitating
Throw it in the landfill
In the morning I’m always waiting
Feet upon the treadmill
And Knock Your Pan In!
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7. |
Who's Asking?
03:34
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I’m feeling it now, it shows in my eyes
I’m sick of today but I’m masking
The shirt on my back weighs more than I said
Where am I going today? Well, who’s asking?
Hold it back
Who’s asking?
Every show’s about the end of the world
They’re top of the charts with no traction
You kid yourself on that you fought in a war
But the boot tastes good now and who’s fasting?
Your fearful desperation
But still somebody pays for it
It’s quite the declaration
When still so many say that
I drank what you poured out for me
I drank it
They insist you’re polite to keep you in your place
But that’s over now and I’m sparring
Saying it wasn’t like this when I was a lad
They want a name for the face, well who’s asking?
Asking “How could this have happened?”
After telling you you’re hysterical
Well done for being so rational
Well done for clarifying that
I drank what you poured out for me
I drank it
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8. |
Gloom Bop
03:38
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Sitting back and ahead of it all
Mixing drinks and singing along to the long goodbye
How much was a term at the artist’s school?
Their new neighbourhood feels terribly real, as the rents all rise
We’re being robbed
Try saying it back
You know it’s right
Strange weather, stranger times
Feel your heartbeat, check for mine
And don’t stop caring
Keep your eye on the prize of grains of sand, gifts of time
And don’t stop caring
Watching planes from the top of the hill
Screaming in tongues and swallowing pills as the heat streams by
Enjoy the crack of the circuit board
Free your neck from electrical cord and step outside
Throw your water, enjoy sparks
Demand humans, demand work
And don’t stop caring
Let the screen hit the floor
I, Luddite, hear me roar!
And don’t stop caring
We’re being robbed, try saying it back
Yeah, I know you’re always tired
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Actual Bonehead Contact
03:32
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What set you back this morning?
What changed the atmosphere?
Throwing your keys across the forecourt
Pulling your hair into a crown
They’ll need to catch you first
Things couldn’t get much worse
You study yourself in the mirror
What a lovely day for a breakdown!
I want to be cradled
I want to be soft
I’m sick of being Atlas, I sick of the lot
There’s only so much of this shite I can take
I can’t get to sleep and I can’t stay awake
I want to be separate
I must be embraced
On top of the table, I’m flat on my face
There’s only so much of this shite I can take
I am a champion, I am a disgrace
Gunfire at dawn this morning
The news says expect rain
Drawing the curtains across a bombsite
Hiding yourself inside a crowd
You smile and wave them through
They’ll smell the sweat on you
You look at yourself in the window
This was always the way you imagined
I want a good run-up
I want to delay
I stab the tyres down the hospital way
There’s only so much of this shite I can take
Taking salt in my coffee and savouring the taste
I missed my big opening
I got my desire
I climbed over barriers straight into fire
There’s only so much of this shite I can take
I lost my three wishes, I bathe in mistakes
You sure ask a lot of questions, don’t you?
Curiosity is a pet peeve of mine
You sure ask a lot of questions, don’t you?
Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?
Wouldn’t you like to know!
That kid was at it, man.
They put him up to it!
But don’t let it bring you down!
We’re all just one embarrassing evolutionary step in front of an audience of indifferent stars
Put that next to your Live Laugh Love sign!
But the vastness of space doesn’t make me feel insignificant
I’m not going to be shamed by a VOID!
Work on your self-esteem!
Mind your own business, weather boy!
Would you like to know?
You’ve decided that something needs to be done
but you’ll do nothing because you’re alright, aren’t you?
You take solace in the fact that the dirt will welcome you
The same as everyone else
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So much for the end of history
Stop taking your joy from misery
Take a breath in your lungs and let it out again
Shadowboxing the child inside of me
It’s got hands and it’s twice the size of me
A chorus of doubt is singing its Greatest Hits but
I’m still here
You bought the last of something else to waste away upon a shelf
Well done!
Go you!
We’ve ground to a halt this century
Backsliding, a bad trajectory
Each summit is covered in broken glass again
Five-star review for the robot’s brushstrokes
It’s a death knell but it’s tastefully baroque
I can’t remember the last time that I felt relieved but
I’m still here
I need to know the price I’d pay only to feel weightless again
Oh, just once!
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