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there's a man on the edge of town.
unemployed & disavowed
blood pressure too high to count -
bored / bald & blanking out!
tinned soup in the microwave -
doesn't mind the minute wait.
doesn't go to bed too late.
(layin low & playing straight)
just a bucketful of barely there
spilling over the sides
there's nothing happening everywhere...
throw me over the sides!
his best friend is an alibi
anxious again (and he don't know why!)
a face fixed to the tv guide helps him feel
anaesthetised
beach house on the stereo
(somebody's sayin something)
neighbours keep it turned down low
(i wanna hear you saying something)
he's got no other place to go
(stop! sing me something!)
doesn't move him anymore... don't run.
just a bucketful of barely there
spilling over the sides
there's nothing happening everywhere...
throw me over the sides!
well - boy - don't you know?
you're unique. you're nothing different.
back to work! live your dreams!
expire silently.
just a bucketful of barely there
spilling over the sides
there's nothing happening everywhere...
throw me over the sides!
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2. |
Heir, Apparently
03:10
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let's all pay our stately dues:
a sacrificial lamb or two,
a hundred million tributes piled high
and while i slave and toil
a rose has sprouted from the soil
too glorious for this poor boy to hide
all hail her style & grace
the way she walks while standing in place
oh! what a delicate thing!
it's a pleasure indeed
but it remains to be seen...
if our puppet's an authentic human being
i'm a humble serf who serves his lord
i haven't an inspired thought!
(but i can rest, assured, that nor do you)
and still! some stare down their nose
they dare to say it's all for show
i'm blinded but i know it can't be true!
ba ba ba ba ba...
i hate it when i smudge my ink
i like my thickshake not too thick
i like it when my music's not too loud
and now i'm giving in...
yielding to the common din
my only whim's to blend within the crowd.
all hail her style & grace
the way she moves while standing in place
oh! what a delicate thing
like a twig in the wind
such a precious machine
it's a pleasure, indeed
but it remains to be seen...
if our puppet's an authentic human being!
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3. |
Lotus V
02:24
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it's a fallen state of mind i'm in
to sing alone tonight
of civil conversationings
that set my mind alight
someone's sighing through the door
a joke i've never noticed
stop me if you've heard this one!
are you laughing with me, lotus?
there's a broke&busted tambourine
that lays upon my knee
you're the solitary thing
that stands me on my feet
you're singeing both my eyebrows
with a gaze that softly smoulders...
you'll talk of minutes meaningless.
i could talk
forever
lotus
(let's drink to awkward passingsby
a drink to all missed moments
hmm... sha la la.
could i be more subtle, lotus??)
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4. |
Goodbye Mr Sunset
03:55
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sun scales the morning sky
for the birds to breathe in tune
every day: he wakes in a state of someday soon
learnt quickly to doubleguess
every word in his brain
can't help feeling so undressed
so undersized. so unimpressed.
exercising his selfcontrol
everyone's just talk talk talk
there he goes! drowning his debts in black dog scotch
halfhearted and bleeding lead -
thickstuck in his veins
who said you'd go on like this?
you'll hit the high - it's enough!
come on! take that godgiven rest
from a life of perfect suspense.
someone, somewhere, remembers you best -
goodbye, mr sunset!
chest kickin around his throat
window shopping in the evening streets.
heading home: waving at everyone he meets
spent years trying to suppress
that ache that nobody knows
who said you'd go on like this?
you'll hit the high... it's enough.
come on! take that godgiven rest
from a life of perfect suspense.
someone, somewhere, remembers you best -
goodbye, mr sunset!
the long walk up those endless steps
toe after toe after toe after toe
who said you'd go on like this?
(god help the man who can't help himself)
you'll hit the high. it's enough!
come on! take that godgiven rest
from a life of perfect suspense.
someone, somewhere, remembers you best -
goodbye, mr sunset!
the briefest chance you'll ever collect
to know what's coming up next!
someone, somewhere, remembers you best -
goodbye! mr sunset!
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5. |
Same Time Next Week
04:08
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i freeze / you froze
don't you know the bitter cold?
hey! i'll say you gotta agree
you're barkin up a fallen tree
(and you're not lonely til you know you're free)
i spin / you spun
hell, you call this having fun?
this conversation's wearing thin.
we barely rise above the din!
(it's like a handshake with a phantom limb)
the little things, this & that. i can't expect...
i've all the time i know i'll have before i'm dead.
i'm all a disarray! if i could disarray!
somebody disarray...
i come / you go
stop & start & yes & no
these petty games of let's pretend
are sharpening my nerve's dead ends
(and your behaviour is your own to defend)
i won't / you will
someone's gotta split the bill
no need for looking so forlorn -
you'll step out on the kerb & be reborn
(you know, there's nothing wrong with counting score!)
fresher air! it's sterile here. you can't predict.
i've all the time i know i'll have before i'm dead
i'm all a disarray. if i could disarray...
somebody disarray!
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6. |
Not So Bright Now
04:10
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well, morning flashed before my eyes
left me stranded in its wake
i'm feeling overhypnotised,
too outerspace to mark my place.
these ghosts, i knew so well when i was young
of paradise, i've seen the setting sun
be warned! watch out! i've only just begun -
it's not so bright now
and my changing's done.
this stone's been thrown. this die's been cast.
i've hedged my secondguess
this orbit's spinning much too fast
for me to stop and catch my breath
oh, this old milky way i used to trust -
can only sit so comfortably in rust
(excuse me while my delusions dry to dust)
it's not so bright now
let my eyes adjust!
please tell my friends / contacts:
i won't be seeing them.
as i raise my face to greener fields
a weight lifts from my brow.
i'll get there fairly soon, i feel
(just something that i know, somehow)
the colours of the sky, i see, have blurred
as a busker walks along on down the road
it's just some country song i swear i've heard
and it's not so bright now: my point of no return
it's not so bright now
and it's of no concern
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