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Castles Of England
04:01
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Jammy dodgers and a Jaffa cake, wagon wheels on a broken plate
A little money and a fast car, common sense, won’t get you far
Signing on when the factory closes, sweeping floors and charity roses
Castles of England, behind the privet hedge
Curtains are twitching, we're plotting in our sheds
Behind the moat of the garden hose
We're venting spleens on your prying nose
Getting hold of public money, serve the poor you know that’s funny Prophets crying with the pickets flying
Going camping with the miners striking
There's no sin like getting old, stay in line you're being, told
Castles of England, behind the privet hedge
Curtains are twitching, we're plotting in our sheds
Behind the moat of the garden hose
We're venting spleens on your prying nose
When the queues are all wrong, what do you say after you say hello
You will shake your head, roll your eyes, tut and sigh
Say you're mystified
Castles of England, behind the privet hedge
Curtains are twitching, we're plotting in our sheds
Behind the moat of the garden hose
We're venting spleens On your prying nose
Castles of England, behind the privet hedge
Curtains are twitching, we're plotting in our sheds
Behind the moat of the garden hose
We're venting spleens on your prying nose
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2. |
You Pulled The Rug
04:19
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We come to order a longing that can't wait
Your greedy fingers they smother and they violate
Kiss until we’re sore, tooth nail and claw
We cry and beg for more, we're naked to the core
You pulled the rug, from under my feet
You pulled the wool, from over my eyes
From over my eyes, from over my eyes
Sweating at the hips, there's silence on our lips
Stranded and I'm floored, your the vice I’ve been waiting for
Now the cupboards bare of the words that count
You applied the spell, no more fences they've been felled
You pulled the rug, from under my feet
You pulled the wool, from over my eyes
From over my eyes, from over my eyes
Remind me of your grip, remind me of your lips
Remind me of your grip, remind me of your lips
You pulled the rug from under my feet
You pulled the wool from over my eyes
From over my eyes, from over my eyes
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She Stoops To Conquer
03:37
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Friday night, annoyed by tannoys
Flat tyres and seagull cries
Where brief encounters are denied
Strangers on a western platform
A trench coat and your tights are torn
Where brief encounters are the norm
You're writing my life you say
Roll your eyes and then parade
Brief encounters all the rage
And on a wooden bench, where the birds descend
She stoops to conquer, she stoops to conquer
And though I see her light, I'm blind
I'm writing you're life in spades
Trainers ache, your hairs unmade
Where brief encounters come to aid
Interviews and boots and ties
A golden head with golden eyes
A brief encounter, school our lives
Friday night where rules abound
Friday night with drunken sounds
Brief encounters all around
And on a wooden bench, where the birds descend
She stoops to conquer, she stoops to conquer
And though I see her light, I'm blind
And on a wooden bench, where the birds descend
She stoops to conquer, she stoops to conquer
And though I see her light, I'm blind
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Patience Is Bitter
03:57
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Our story, much like others
Spun from gold and boredoms hold
I had a dream whilst claiming dole
The same old joke that Caesar told
Patience, patience, is bitter, is bitter
Patience, patience, is bitter, oh yeah
But the fruit, the fruit is sweet, my love
I dip my toes into your malady
I lift my woes with human parody
Be frightened, do as you're told
How dare you think, high falutin goals
Patience, patience, is bitter, is bitter
Patience, patience, is bitter, oh yeah
But the fruit, the fruit is sweet, my love
It happens all the time, teaches and reminds
And frequently blinds
Patience, patience, is bitter, is bitter
Patience, patience, is bitter, is bitter
Patience, patience, is bitter, oh yeah
Patience, patience, is bitter, oh yeah
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Waiting For Your Trust
04:33
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You want to drive us to your promised land
But we don’t want to go there, we’re too dumb to understand
No more goon squads, no more breaking knees
There are easier ways, you get the same results as these
Your shoes are perfect, hair is middle brow
You want an end to conflict, while you’re burning holy cows
Will it ever bloody come, will it ever bloody come
Close encounters, hemmed in cheek by jowl
Better hold your noses, we ain’t pretty like the roses
You’re comprehensive with your shibboleths
We walk into the past, and pour our heads into a cast
Close encounters, waiting for your trust
Donating toe to toe, from the dawn until the dusk
Will it ever bloody come, will it ever bloody come
Waiting for your trust, waiting for your trust Waiting for your trust
Waiting for your trust, waiting for your trust Waiting for your trust
Waiting for your trust, waiting for your trust Waiting for your trust
Waiting for your trust, waiting for your trust Waiting for your trust
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6. |
In The Land Of The Blind
03:46
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You may laugh and shout
Hide your worries and the doubts
Play the bloody fool
Traipsing through this world, strange in so many ways
You may laugh and cry
Lose your worries getting high
Play the bloody fool
Working til you break, full of errors hard to take
In the land of the blind the one eyed man is king
The one eyed man is king
King
You may hum and dance
Pay a ransom for your chance
Play the bloody fool
Curse this world and say, sweep the liars out my way
You may laugh and sigh
Hide your worries with a smile
Bend the bloody rules
Curse this world and cry, I’ll kick the bucket when I die
In the land of the blind the one eyed man is king
The one eyed man is king
King
In the land of the blind the one eyed man is king
The one eyed man is king, the one eyed man is king
King
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7. |
Don't Need No Sermon
04:13
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And when the clock hits five and the bosses say
We gotta keep on track, there are bills to pay
And when the landlord says, it’s closing time
I’ll have another one, it’s to ease my mind
And when the doctor says, for heavens sake
Go on and take the pill, it’s to ease your heartache
Don't need no sermon, giving me pain
I ain’t ashamed, I ain’t ashamed
Don't need no sermon, giving me blame
I ain’t ashamed, I ain’t ashamed, I ain’t ashamed, I ain’t ashamed
And would your mothers be pleased to hear
About the empty cots and barren years
And would your fathers be pleased to see
All your aching backs and creaking knees
Or would they rather be drinking tea
And having cosy chats in front of the telly
Don't need no sermon, giving me pain
I ain’t ashamed, I ain’t ashamed
Don't need no sermon, giving me blame
I ain’t ashamed, I ain’t ashamed, I ain’t ashamed, I ain’t ashamed
And all the hours you work, and all the hours you work
Don't need no sermon, giving me pain
I ain’t ashamed, I ain’t ashamed
Don't need no sermon, giving me blame
I ain’t ashamed, I ain’t ashamed
Don't need no sermon, giving me pain
I ain’t ashamed, I ain’t ashamed
I ain’t ashamed, I ain’t ashamed
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Not as simple as a child's puzzle
Just as wide as the average puddle
Not as deep as a shallow sea
Not as thick as a potted history
Lovers lost and lovers found, disappointments by the pound
Lovers lost and lovers found, disappointments by the pound
Modern loving ain’t meant to be, lots of tea and sympathy
A common face with a common size
Healthy living for the healthy prize
Regrets too many to say
Empty hours for the empty days
Lovers lost and lovers found, disappointments by the pound
Lovers lost and lovers found, disappointments by the pound
Modern loving ain’t meant to be, lots of tea and sympathy
A common life, we’re rolling the dice
A common life, we’re rolling the dice
Lovers lost and lovers found, disappointments by the pound
Lovers lost and lovers found, disappointments by the pound
Modern loving ain’t meant to be, lots of tea and sympathy
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9. |
From Darkness Into Light
04:09
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One day down the path I stumble and fall
The labyrinth of life the darkness of the soul
The river of peace is on the high road
I travelled with waifs and strays, we were born too soon
Unready unmade to meet the world
Unready, unmade, uncouth, untold
Our rites of passage have turned to lies
Shallow images burned into our eyes
Churned into our lives, scorned, denied
From darkness to the light, from darkness to the light
From darkness to the light, into the light
I got up from the floor and dusted down
Too many questions to be tilled, answers to be filled
From the tomb of the womb to the womb of the tomb
The river of peace it carries on
It's healing waters will make you strong
Make you strong, make you belong
From darkness to the light, from darkness to the light
From darkness to the light, from darkness to the light
Into the light
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10. |
The Sweet LIfe
03:26
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Sweet life of great oblivions
An alcoholic oracle helps you through the night
Sweet life when headaches dawn
Remove this burning thorn from my aching side
Sweet life, we’re feigning nonchalance
We’re playing cameos besides the central role
Sweet life where boredom drags and looms
Where empty rooms of old make you feel the cold
Cold, so cold, cold, so cold, cold
Sweet life, I know where it belongs
In morning songs from birds & gentle rustle of leaves
Sweet life, I know where it resides
In gentle strokes and thighs, from your loving eyes
Eyes, loving eyes, eyes, loving eyes, eyes
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Simon Charles Cochrane
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