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Palliative Care
02:47
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I’m just a chalk outline, nothing but a name
We could move away, live under different names
See places that don’t just stay the same
Prescribed the cold sea breeze, classic cars, and movie scenes
Shake off your old ways, be who you could’ve been
We’re all just living in palliative care, finding our own ways to get there
Black coffee and dusty books, pay-phones and lost good looks,
Forgotten towns that lost, what once made them good
And stories never told, whiskey will numb the cold,
Until we get old, we swore we’d never get old
We’re all just living in palliative care, finding our own ways to get there
We’re all just living in palliative care, finding our own ways to get there
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2. |
Jo, Joni, Mary & Maria
03:43
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Born on a Tuesday, always a day late
raised on a diet of coffee and dead weight,
If Ray’s still singing for the lonely,
What have those words ever done for me?
Writer like Jo, singer like Joni,
not in this this town you don’t, not in this economy
Fred moves and Mary’s dress sways,
The world don’t stop moving while you wait,
And they may never know your name,
But you’ve got your integrity, that’s more than me
The roads don’t get anywhere, not without money to get you there,
And for £5 an hour, well I ain’t going anywhere
Disappear just like Bobby Jean
Maria’s suitcase in your dreams
And they may never know your name,
But you’ve got your integrity, that’s more than me
And they may never know your name,
But you’ve got your integrity, that’s more than me
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3. |
4AM
03:32
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Can feel my brain finding something, to stop me falling asleep
Harsh moment, hard memories, you’re pulling faces, I’m pulling teeth
Text apologies at 4am
You’ll never get anything right
Got to push yourself cos you got to pay your rent
Got to make the most of it or you’ll wonder where it went
Were you listening when they said their name?
You’ll never get anything right
Good friends tell you that things never change
Are we draining buckets in the rain?
Your life goes on and on
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4. |
I Call Him Gamblore
03:14
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One - for the money. Two - for the stress?
They’ll make you sweat then choke on it
Try to fill your emptiness, but your shadow’s still with us
Every day in front of our tv set
We found the words to say, you throw it all away
to be left alone
Can’t face the world I’m not ready
Not for war, not worth fighting for
Stretch out the class pay gap in between your entertainment
Drop scraps and make you fight for it
Your work, your family sets up the bourgeoisie
When you work for us
Hope you upped your work skill set, ‘cos we drained the job market
And it’s your fault you lost your way
Your home your family, become the price you pay
When you work for us
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5. |
Worry
02:58
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It rains every time you leave the house,
I’m forecasting storms through your waking hours
Lost the keys to your car that’s sat in your yard
And I don’t know if it’ll even run
Still got your number in my phone,
Still text you when I’m drunk or alone
Your favourite show’s on tv again,
The one we watched when we were stoned
You can make no mistakes and lose,
Maybe nature decided it was done with you
When your name becomes faded words in a card
It’s not death, no, it’s a change of the guard
When you run in a fight that nobody wins
(your show’s on tv again)
Just pray to be the one that gets hurt the least
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6. |
RATS
03:47
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I can’t sleep, not at all
When did we get so old?
I can’t sleep, not at all,
When did we get so old?
I keep feeling down
I can’t see your face when I think of your name
And the pills that numb the pain, draw the blood from my veins
And the rats under your feet, nest their beds in the bones,
Like the anxiety that occupies your body, rent free
And the words don’t come easy, like they did when you were young
Now weight of the world gets lost to the doldrums
I keep feeling down
I can’t see your face when I think of your name
And the pills that numb the pain, draw the blood from my veins
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7. |
Dial Tones
03:45
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Feel the footsteps across the room,
And your breath underneath my skin,
The way your dress moves and hair settles in,
Time moves through creaky homes,
Ticking clocks like dial tones
And never wrong, sure and headstrong
You said you thought you’d always die young,
But death finally comes, you’d be ready
You told me you were bad news,
Like a stone in shoe you can’t shake, or won’t shake
And I’ll be waiting, wherever we can wait
And I’ll be hoping, we’ll meet again one day
The smell of rain in the heat,
and the sound of your keys
for a house that can no longer keep out the breeze
and when the leaves turn to mulch, and your hair turns to grey
Will I be left in the memories and thoughts you retain
And I’ll be waiting, wherever we can wait
And I’ll be hoping, we’ll meet again one day
And I guess we all fade
(You’re goddamn right you)
And I guess we all fade
(left a mark on us)
And I guess we all fade
(You’re goddamn right you)
The writing on my grave
(left a mark on us)
And I’ll be waiting, wherever we can wait
And I’ll be hoping, we’ll meet again one day
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8. |
Salad Days
03:04
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Things were better in your salad days
You said “Rejection? You better get used to it buddy”,
You said “We all start out the same",
Well I’ve been working in my dreams but I’m not making any money
Think of the rabbits on your way
Yeah you said, yeah you said
"If it’s the hope that kills you, I’m already dead”
I’d like to make a deal with time you said,
Take my mind but leave dreams behind,
What did you do with all this time you got,
Did you let yourself grow old just to toe the party line?
Think of the rabbits on your way
Yeah you said, yeah you said
“If it’s the hope that kills you, I’m already dead”
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9. |
Ache
02:38
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Started running so I’d lose weight
Now I’m just fat but my joints ache
Like a book that noone ever read
Nobody likes flowers when they’re dead
They took your picture off the wall
Took their phone off the hook
Dead bolt and locked the door
“We thank you for your time”
No last lap, just so long, good luck and goodbye
Bought a house so I’d have something to leave my kids
It’s full of dirty dishes, lost dreams and tupperware lids
If now is the winter of our discontent
I had a cold summer, icy fall and a life misspent
The ship rats have left,
The light is going out and the sun sets west
My writing’s fading lines
At least I won’t be here when the last fucker dies
When you run out of bullets,
Throw the gun and run.
I’m gonna miss us when we’re gone
My writing’s fading lines
I got old but never wise
Are these the ties that bind?
At least I won’t be here when the last fucker dies
When you run out of bullets,
Throw the gun and run.
I’m gonna miss us when we’re gone
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10. |
What A Time To Be Alive
03:24
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A life spent in lonely churches,
Moving towns to where the work is,
Rustling coats in worn halls,
Routines passed on from dead souls,
Industrial skylines and work clothes,
Cities lost without a purpose,
An extra jumper, when the weather turns,
When your body gives you diminishing returns,
And if this is god’s plan
Take the sand from my shaking hands,
And if this is what we got,
Well I’m pretty sure he’s drinking on the job
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