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England's Bleeding
03:56
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Promise everything you said you'd give
To keep us out of therapy
And show us the American dream
Wake up, only things you say to me
Are watch out for the kids next door
Tomorrow they'll be in this war and that war and that war
Napalm in my eyes again
Bloodstains in my hair
Landmines in the corner shop
And now my children riot cause they don't trust cops at all
England's bleeding, old men weeping, where did the money go
Thatcher years and soldier's tears and what do we show for it
We need change I know it's strange so let's fuck up everything
Well I can't see the pride in this
Tories or conservatives
The only real alternative is complain
Danger stand back from the yellow line
There's been a bombing in this street
Now I love the strangers I won't meet
Two towers, trains exploding endlessly
Written on the front page news
Worthless if you doubt the truth
Muslims all to blame again
Stealing my welfare
What happened to the good old days
When you could beat your wife and you could not treat AIDS at all
England's bleeding, old men weeping, where did the money go
Thatcher years and soldier's tears and what do we show for it
We need change I know it's strange so let's fuck up everything
Well I can't see the pride in this
Tories or conservatives
The only real alternative is complain
God pless Paris, we love Belgium, who are Turkey, what should we tell them, they might kill us if we treat them same
Father's throat slit left in the dirt and mother's raped on her way to work, why can't they be like us, England's bleeding and it's lost it's charm
We're too out of touch and useless to harm anyone
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2. |
IB53
03:33
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First met her at IB53
Told her friend she could really get into me
We watched the sun turn cold and all the world to ash
She had moved from IB4 see
Said her dad lost touch of reality
Nose bled, white hair, black glasses were cracked
Watch another building crumble, as I'm lifting your shirt
Kiss and hope the sickness passes when we awake
Sayonara architecture, as you slip out your skirt
Tell me tell me tell me tell me where were you when I was dying in my bed
Pale face, appalling posture
Misplaced like a dozen apostrophes
We inhaled the mould and mould ourselves into one
Don't tell me I have changed, I know
Who hasn't in the age of catastrophe
Can't know for sure if I have got this all wrong
You said you wouldn't leave and you condemned my misery and screamed; might as well fucking bite my tongue
Your jumpsuit caught the hatch when I, swore you were coming back but there's, no nuclear family after the bomb
Watch another building crumble, as I'm lifting your shirt
Kiss and hope the sickness passes when we awake
Sayonara architecture, as you slip out your skirt
Tell me tell me tell me tell me where were you when I was crying in my head
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3. |
Let Me Know
03:24
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Finally, I think I've made up my mind again
In time it seems, that you are yet again the one for me
So I ask you please, if there is space enough for us in this world
All I ask, is for a simple chance to show you that I'm up to task
And we don't have to shout it out
What's in the past, is not important to my wishes of today
And if I got, a little higher every time I couldn't show
Then I'd be up in space, waiting for the day you heard me shouting out your name; begging you don't go
If I can have a chance then please let me know
Years ago, we used to talk about the things we loved through mouths and phones
Until one day I thought I'd spilt the truth that hurt me so
To the point where I was writing songs for days
So here I am, in all my frank and honesty
And if I can, I'd be by your side when you wanted me
And I'd take your hand, and we'd sing along to every song we'd play
And if I got, a little lower every time I couldn't show
Then I'd be down in hell, waiting for the day you heard me shouting out your name; praying you don't go
If I can have a chance then please let me know
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4. |
Begged Me
03:20
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What can I possibly say to please you
It's been another long day
You don't believe me even when I tell the truth
I don't believe you when you say you're not in pain
The news said you were brave, but they don't know
The you that begged me to stay
When they said I must leave you at the hospital
And didn't utter a word until I came back
Then you threw your arms around me
The best you could
And you hit a quick recovery
I knew you would
Then you grew pale that morning
And called in sick
You were in tears and pleading
You've had enough of this
Your brother and me, we tried hard
To put our difference aside
But the funniest things, can break hearts
When the tension is waiting room levels high
When dad came around, to see me
The only day I spent away
And the doctor called and said it's urgent please
I'm not a man of God but God I definitely prayed
Then he threw his arms around me
When we saw blood
And he said I'm so so sorry
But don't look son
You were the bravest he said
But I said no
You've spent too long afraid and it's best if I let you go
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5. |
Proud
03:42
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Slurring your words and sleeping with strangers
Rolling a joint and forgetting the dangers
Of drinking too much and not using protection
And ketamine fuelling your boyfriend's affection
Spending the whole night courting your close friends
Only for them to forget by the weekend
So little romance nothing to build on
How in the fuck did you manage to come from
That place, so unlike yourself, why weren't you out getting laid, honestly
I don't feel comfortable, when I'm round your friends, best one did a number on me
Praying discreetly that someone remembers
That I still exist since I left in September
Drinking enough that I don't feel the pressure
Of tryna be weird in some unit of measure
Maybe a kiss between the crushes that need it in
A desperate attempt to kickstart their relationship
Everyone else trying too hard to be cool
When you never act quite the same when you're in school
Yes I'm proud of you, yes I'm proud that you're not off the rails at least for now I can't quite figure out what we are
Yes I'm fine with you, guess I'm finding out somethings that I have never known stayed up all night in the same room on our phones
Don't tell me you're honestly considering; smoking, fucking arguing
Is this insecurity, speaking now sub-consciously?
Girl you'd never clean that slate
You'll just have to wait, till I put this in review
Well they don't know what to do or how to act just like their fathers
Just take life by the throat, and don't listen to the news, your boss, ourselves or even the therapist
Why do you make me scared?
You're so innocent it creeps me out to wander what's on the inside
Whilst the others seem to me, all egotistical aimless childish pricks with nothing to show at all
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6. |
The Great Escape
03:56
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You give me every right answer to every wrong question so now can I speak if you're silent
I never pointed a finger or batted an eyelid to make this a matter of violence
So as the pubs start to close I end up back at home back to nothing but noise and confusion
I need a new type of plan as a plea for my sanity out of this master's illusion
As far as I could ever tell
I gave you hope you gave me hell
But now's enough I know for sure
You wanted this I needed more
I bring to you my great escape
You keep your ways, whilst I create
Now I've got mine and you've got yours
What do you keep on fighting for?
So with a shot glass in hand and a list of demands I set out to start my revolution
With the money still tight and the local kids fighting there must be a simpler solution
Now he's stumbling back having panic attacks how can this man provide for a family
Another two hours later he's joined on the concrete by strangers sayin "you'll be alright mate"
As far as I could ever tell
I gave you hope you gave me hell
But now's enough I know for sure
You wanted this I needed more
I bring to you my great escape
You keep your ways, whilst I create
Now I've got mine and you've got yours
What do you keep on fighting for?
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7. |
Lake Orchard
04:59
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Christmas morning a child awakes, it's been four years since mum passed away but he tries
Dad's asleep in front of the TV, the boy presents his gift to be met with a fist oh he cried
And he cried, and screams why did it have to be mum who died?
Walked to school after the holidays, to be told that the snow had gone blocked the gate so he ran
Straight to lake orchard where he used to skate, and so happened to be the home of mother's grave
Where he prayed, and he cried, why did you leave me behind when you died?
She said you'll make it one day, they'll get what's coming to them
I love you you'll leave here one day, he'll get what's coming to him
Emma Cawley she was quite the girl, he offered her everything she said I'm fine I'll pass
The rumors spread around the whole of school, did you hear about Emma saying no to the boy with the past
All he asked, I just wondered if you were around after class
At the table with his father across, the grace was spoken in a voice so soft, but so clear
Finished his vegetables and straight to bed, says please mother you always knew what to say
How I felt, whenever dad came home from the bar with his belt
You said I'll make it one day, they'll get what's coming to them
I love you that's what you'd say, he'll get what's coming to him
Twenty years and I can still recall, the christmas morning the vegetables and you
Dad I know you were the worst of all, the ruthless teachers, the worthless bullies but you
Deserved the kidney to replace the one, you killed with endless years of fun with your friends
Jesus taught me that I should forgive, and more importantly mother did so I just
Want to be, your last chance to show love before they switch off the machine
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8. |
Vincent & Roxie
06:26
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(Vincent)
When I first met her, in March '52, the clouds had long gone, rain overdue, ducked into Brando's, back when it was new
My crimson Chevy, hit the kerb hard, just outside the corner, Montreux boulevard, gun from the glovebox, picked up my guitar
It was just like ol' Jimmy's, before the fire broke, not just a smoking bar but a, an old man's soul, it was a cowards task, to wreck an honest home
I call the bartender, I'll have a double scotch, make it a triple my man, and throw me on the rocks, spark up a fine cigar, then my stomach dropped
Oh jet black hair in jet black heels, and a dress so tight it made her mama squeal, but as a stride to her, I said no words as the red wine wrecked my shirt
(Roxie)
I was a dancer down, at Daddy Ray's bar, the guys there would leer and stare as I, tried to relax from afar, so I'd jump ship to Brando's, where I wasn't the star
Of course I'd felt love before, but romance is a bitch, the first guy I ever loved, left for the baseball pitch, the second drank too much, the third jumped from Brooklyn Bridge
So when I ordered my drink, my special reserve, this guy in a dogtooth suit, had the biggest nerve, to think he'd play games with me, so he got what he deserved
I head to the alleyway, I guess I'll jump a cab, but I was thrown to the floor, by another man, I was screaming for help, as this fool tried to take my bag
(Vincent)
Soon as my scotch arrived, a shriek echoed through, the brickwork of the building, and this smoke-filled room, I leave my glass and run, in my ruined suit
There was the devil's angel, held down to the floor, the last time I did fight, was school back in '44, that's cause I had a knife, punches were such a bore
Oh as the steel of my switchblade, entered bad man's thigh, I couldn't help but see, this woman's beautiful eyes, shining upwards at me like the rivers of NYC
The names Vincent I forward, as I kick this guy's head, I don't know why I'm helping, you didn't know what I would've said, I'm sorry for all the blood, but girl we look good in red
(Roxie)
The thief was limping down the alley, as Vincent lent me his hand, he made a vague remark but, I didn't understand, so we met with our lips and now I'm his girl what a lucky man
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9. |
Falling For Athena
01:35
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Selfishly I'll still reject your consolation of a clinging crossing of the arms around me
Like meeting Athena and falling at her feet, all for her to turn around and call your bluff
There's nothing left me to ask so I'll enquire anyway just to ensure I'm not mistaken
Sorry I'm too busy being ecstatic so much so that I've forgotten to be happy
Are you proud of me? Are you sick of me? Dig my grave and I'll lay down
I'll expose the inner light that's been extinguished since that paralysing hypnotising god-forsaken night
I'll determine which echelon of hell that we belong in after everything
All I ever really wanted was to feel a glimpse of life entirely elegant and insolent as yours
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10. |
Regret (Demo)
04:32
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I wanna be the first and the last
And every fucked up story you'll regret when looking back
Cause I'm something without you, but I am hardly fully formed without you here
We'd barricade the door, pour another drink
Breaking down hysterically with your back against the sink
Trying to say that you loved me, in other words, we're together again
What happened to the let's just keep this friends
A revival of the hope this never ends
I'd wait until the next tram home arrives
And kiss you but I'd never close my eyes, like you did
Confident and mild, difficult and wild
However I can put it it won't put us back in style
There were forces against us, that I tried I really tried to keep away
Turn and you're not there, sat over there with her
Just how worthless can I be to take nothing in return
What about my affection, did I not deserve the care I earned was I a toy
Right from the start
Proof is in the irony that love can tear us apart
I don't think I could've done better
Without getting over upset about everything
So sick of so many things that I put up with
I want us to be fine, I want us to have worked
But us, my health and everything was only getting worse
And I don't want to lose you, but we can't go back, to the fractures and cracks, of what we once were
(Pick up my phone, "hey it's been too long, let's go back to where we always re-begin, I'll save the seats")
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Frazer Spooner Sheffield, UK
Independent multi-instrumentalist from the UK, with a love for vibrations that sound subjectively good together, some more than others. All instruments and lyrics you hear are recorded, played, written and mixed by myself.
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