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I Saw The Sun
04:02
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Walking with my friend along the esplanade.
I held her hand while she opened up her heart.
And the streetlights lit the pathway for her soul.
And it made her feel that perhaps she’s not alone.
Buying a beer with my favourite old(est) friend.
With his broken marriage and a lifetime on the mend.
Drinking lukewarm lager and eating all the snacks.
It made him feel that at last he can relax. (I done good)
And then I saw the sun.
And then I came undone.
Stopping at every red light with my wife.
She’s always been so scared of taking someone’s life.
With a time delay that sometimes feels like sixteen weeks.
It makes her feel that it makes her feel complete.
Staying up late to watch the football with my dad.
He’s a had an awful life but it’s the only chance he’s had.
He’s eating chips and dips and screaming nasty things at the TV screen.
And it makes him feel that despite all his dirt, his soul is clean. (I done good)
And then I saw the sun.
And then I came undone.
As I sit alone with me and my ideas.
I noticed things are getting as I feared.
My life is stolen by the people that I know.
And it makes me feel that when I need help I am left alone.
As I drink for two and count up all the things I’ve lost.
I shake with shock at all the lines my life has crossed.
The people I know have robbed me of all my grace.
So nowadays I only spit back in their face!
And then I saw the sun.
And then I came undone.
And now I see the sun,
And now I’m on the run.
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Was it Bacharach or Mathis who set you on the trail?
As the lift doors slowly pull together, the air conditioning fails.
This pen is running out and the mask no longer fits.
Pass the days playing patience and building Airfix model kits.
Do you we’ll get away with it, by using that vernacular?
The polka-dot emulsion walls hide nothing spectacular.
Don’t worry about your stand-off, your shoes won’t take the weight,
The films begins at 2 o’clock and you can’t escape your fate.
From Child Star to Chimp Hero
The epitaph of that time
A tiny font in some magazine
Says the monkey is a lie
Was it Deggs or Marker? Was the voice distorted or not?
We can write a song about your life, put a penny in the slot.
Of the flashing, one-armed vulgar bandit that stalks you night and day,
An invasion of your piracy, is there anything left to say?
The coffee-machine provides a soundtrack.
To the Film Of The Year - your day.
The picture pinned on the inside of
Your wardrobe smiles and says:
From Child Star to Chimp Hero
The epitaph of that time
A tiny font in some magazine
Says the monkey is a lie
Was it Heaton & Rotheray who pulled you from the shelf?
A partnership of quality, I prefer Heaton & Cullimore myself.
Deggs will say to Marker ‘I think this one is done’.
Marker never says anything except something about a man with a gun.
From Child Star to Chimp Hero
The epitaph of that time
A tiny font in some magazine
Says the monkey is a lie
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3. |
God Bless The Service
03:22
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Listening in to the shouts and the noise,
I decided it wasn’t for me.
Well, they bitch and they cry, and they take another bite,
I can only sit here and scream.
When the only obsession that you can muster,
Is watching second hand Sport in the park.
Well you can leave me here cos I’m not coming near,
No I’m not coming out of the dark.
I’m sure I was meant for much better things
If you ask me I’d rather not stay.
You say ‘God Bless the Service’ and the people I work with,
But I damn them to Hell any day.
Well it’s six years of my Life I’ve pissed up the wall,
And in 6 years I didn’t make a sound.
While the bigots and bastards spat in my face,
And the fuckers are still doing it now.
I’m wondering how do they live with themselves?
Or are they too stupid to think?
Snot runs from their noses, they spread their diseases,
and they vomit like swine in the sink.
I’m sure I was meant for much better things
If you ask me I’d rather not stay.
You say ‘God Bless the Service’ and the people I work with,
But I damn them to Hell anyway.
Well, the dumber they are, the harder they try,
and they’re trying their way to my Soul.
Well, there’s VD and TV and nights on the town:
Their hearts are as black as coal.
And I watch from the sidelines waiting for rain,
Choking on every last breath.
Well, ‘you must be like us’ they say, stupid and numb,
and keep circling and circling until death.
I’m sure I was meant for much better things
If you ask me I’d rather not stay.
You say ‘God Bless the Service’ and the people I work with,
But I damn them to Hell any day.
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4. |
Horse Filters
04:11
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Take out your lungs and put them on the table.
Give me back my wallet, give me back my cable.
Residue and boiling cakes, employment's not for me.
I've got no habits, no reason to break free
Horse filters get me every time.
I haven't got a soul, I ain't got a dime.
Horse filters wait in the afterlife
Losing pieces from the jigsaw in my mind.
Surgeon checks his watch, stuck at 5-to-9
All the icons fade away into scenic sublime
St. Paul's hair's on fire, he's running from Damascus
Patron's gate is bolted, bound up with your plaster
Horse filters get me every time.
I haven't got a soul, I ain't got a dime.
Horse filters wait in the afterlife
Losing pieces from the jigsaw in my mind.
Take out your insides and put them on the table.
Give me back my legacy of chalk drawings and cradles.
The wallpaper is lousy, this place is not for me.
I've got these habits, this reason to be free.
Horse filters push me back in line.
Take away my money and my pride.
Horse filters kill me every time
And chip away loose pieces of my mind.
Horse filters wait in the afterlife.
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5. |
Underwater Witch
02:16
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I had an inkling there was a sprinkling
Of magic under the sea.
Hidden druid sects, secret alphabets;
Her voodoo is infecting the trees.
Watch aquatic hag chasing plastic bag,
Quoting the obscene publications act.
Bones move and groan, eventualise a moan,
A soul on fire; a majority crack.
Underwater lies, underwater lies
Which witch? Lies which witch?
Give me the recipe for life longevity;
I'll wrap it around your face in the moon.
Important whispering, I know she's listening,
To this soundtrack of sinister runes.
She says she's worried, feeling hurried,
I can sense her fear on the shore.
Red cuts on my hand, changing contraband,
Overseas is a man selling more.
Underwater lies, underwater lies
Which witch? Lies which witch?
It's all impossible and too intolerable,
I see her grin and its shift shape.
It makes me think of things like hidden signet rings
In boiling water an alchemist's strange.
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6. |
Place Without You
03:33
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Jeffrey's not a nasty man, he likes his clothes in black or white
But never grey, no never grey
Thomas finds it hard to drive; he's frightened when behind the wheel
But he'd never say, no he'd never say
Show me a world that's not crazy
I'll show you a place without you
Jeffrey likes to take me out, he comes around and picks me up
No, not like that. He's not like that.
Thomas tried to rob a bank; he held them up for 16 hours
They called him a dirty rat, but he's no rat
Show me a world that's not crazy
I'll show you a place without you
Jeffrey thinks he's going mad. He hears singing trees along the street
But he's okay. He's really okay.
Thomas tried to shoot his foot but he missed and shot the chair instead
But he'd never say. No he'd never say
Show me a world that's not crazy
I'll show you a place without you
Jeffrey thinks his life has changed. He feels a sudden emptiness
It's not like yesterday
Not like yesterday...
Not like yesterday...
Not like yesterday...
Not like yesterday...
...it's not like yesterday
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The Somme
03:42
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Friends, Romans, Countrymen: Step close and lend me your fears.
Take heed and listen to what we've been fighting for.
Why were those beach landings really necessary?
This is the worst place in the Somme.
Friends, Foes, Enemies: Take to those weapons one last time.
Once more unto the breech to fight politics.
Waving right arms with a David's Star on your back.
This is the worst place in the Somme.
You can pledge allegiance to the wrong flag.
You can take sacred oaths from the wrong man.
Ever wonder why Hitler chose the swastika?
Friends, Lovers, Infidels: Betray those colours of your flag.
Your strength of will shall undermine their weakness.
Could you ever stand alone before a moving tank?
This is the worst place in the Somme.
Friends, Brothers, Citizens: It's time to protect and to survive.
There's better things to die for than an outdated cause.
Could you ever pull the trigger while standing face-to-face?
This is the worst place in the Somme.
Friends, Romans, Patriots: Step up close and show me your tears.
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8. |
City Of Isms
03:38
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Bring back that prick up your ears and convert it into an anagram
Watch this I can do some magic: Give me your wallet and I’ll disappear
Is that what it comes down to these days? A slap on the back and then you’re pensioned off
Give me your hand I want to feel the warmth of the last pure ounce of deep sincerity
Don’t try to understand it these days
Don’t try to complicate it these days
Don’t try to masticate on these days
The taste is bitter and it’s all gone sour
Who said that modern times were modern enough? Have you felt the pain in the mausoleum?
She walks along the streets with an ache in her heart and a look in her eye that says £100 quid the night
The children running home to the bosom of Mother to escape the hate of modern ethics
Those people with ologies couldn’t save themselves so they settle down to watch the end of the world
Don’t try to understand it these days
Don’t try to complicate it these days
Don’t try to masticate on these days
The taste is bitter and it’s all gone sour
We’re living our lives like the backs of our hands and our complacency will only breed contempt
We shake our heads and fingers at the TV but we lack the power to go and turn it off
In our corrupted thoughts we are protected from sin but in reality the exact opposite is true
While moving troops and dropping bombs is considered sport,
the Olympic Committee won’t allow us to partake
Don’t try to understand it these days
Don’t try to complicate it these days
Don’t try to masticate on these days
The taste is bitter and it’s all gone sour
We’re living in this city of Isms and it’s all gone sour
We’re living in this city of Isms and it’s all gone sour
We’re living in this city of Isms and it’s all gone sour
We’re living in this city of Isms and it’s all gone sour
Marxism, Socialism, Monetarism and it’s all gone sour
Racism, Fascism, Thatcherism and it’s all gone sour
Sexism, Egotism, Imperialism and it’s all gone sour
We’re living in this city of Isms and it’s all gone wrong
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Piecemeal Preston, UK
Piecemeal was a two-man thing. Deggs and Marker brought different things to the table and it led to some interesting ideas
and songs.
Sadly, Marker no longer takes part in this project, but Deggs is still writing and recording.
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