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Cash
07:18
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v.1
Sometimes, you’re in need
of some kind, of souvenir
to arrange on your sheets
to prove that we lay here
v.2
Sometimes, you’re in need
of a prompt you fail to hear
You bit your lip and down the side of your bed
a moment disappears
CHORUS:
Well I’m just glad to be here to ask
One day we’ll learn not to burn our backs
(Don’t forget the past)
v.3
The bulb above your bed
sends out a faulty S.O.S.
The wires don’t connect,
and you send ‘S.O.M.’ out instead
I think you’re trying to say ‘sometimes
oh yeah sometimes
Sometimes you’re in need
v.4
Then I saw a tiny scar
and you, looking vulnerable yet calm
And the horizon was what I saw as a scar
and it was you who held the world, upon your arms
CHORUS:
Well I’m just glad to be here to ask
One day we’ll learn not to burn our backs
I’ll watch yours, while you collect the ash!
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2. |
Mockingbird
05:40
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A Mockingbird.
Is what I am
And I’ll squawk like a baby
And I’ll moan like a man
Doubled like a fisted hand
Born to watch the world, from a window, from a window on Powis Road
A palsied mess,
A flapping fowl
I’m in my room
And I’m looking down
I love the friend
I think I’ve found
Watching the world, from a window, from a window on Powis Road
My grey grey Victorian hospital,
With rooms as high a spires, maybe higher, maybe
Yeah the moon’s within reach if I stand on a chair,
but it isn’t at the moon, it’s at you that I stare
Cos a mockingbird is what I am
Like a coloured boy in the sea of man
This is the world that I understand
Like a mirrored gull in an oil can
This is the world
And I understand, from a window, on Powis Road
I’ll walk in the shoes, of whoever
And I’ll echo the world
and it’s cries of pleasure
And I’ll mimic the morning
of those same lovers later
Watching the world, framed
by a window, by a window, on Palace Road
My grey grey Victorian hospital
With rooms as high a spires, maybe higher, maybe
Yeah the moon’s within reach if I stand on a chair,
but it isn’t at the moon, it’s at you that I STARE!!!!
YEAH!!!!!!!! OH YEAH!!!!!!! WROAR!!!!!!!!
Cos a Mockingbird is what I am!!!!!!!!!!
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3. |
Keep Us Safe
07:04
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verse
I caught a boat and learned the names of the waters
To keep us safe from the sea
Discovered the shore through the shades of night
to keep us safe from the sea
And learned [or ‘ignored’] the distance from star to stern
to keep us safe from the sea
And threaded a line through the eye of the storm
to keep us safe from the sea
And tied the line to of back of behind
to keep us safe from the sea [or ‘to keep you here with me’]
chorus
And we dealt out the deck as we sailed
over bones across jaws
And stared at our hands
And our drinks they spilt as we drifted
Between ports and between laws (over shores across jaws...)
with the pity of man
broadcast from land
broadcast from land…
chorus
And it came howling to me
A sense that a seagull
It came howling to me
A new sense of safety
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4. |
Home
06:48
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Your home is waiting through corridors and rooms
where you will find yourself crowned
Outside the light has shifted, it catches you unaware
because inside you pulled the blind…down
Your home is waiting, beneath a map,
hanging like a flag of discovery
This is a truth, when your map hangs about you
like a rag and you are weary
Now is blue, and covers you—like a veil
You were draped, in a room, in blue
And there your home is waiting, beneath your map
that waves like a flag of discovery
Outside the light has shifted, it catches you unaware,
cos in there you pulled the blind down
Unpunished, unforgiven…you will rise
Unpunished, unforgiven, we will pull a tide into the rain
that fell last year, now it falls again
around our shoes it’s washing now
Unpunished, unforgiven, we will pour tide into the gaps,
tinted glass, mirror walls, taxi cabs...
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5. |
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It's colder in here than before... (ad lib)
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[instrumental jam]
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7. |
In Season
05:04
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In season, in middle May,
I saw you bloom before you tore… away
or You hit, before you bloom you split,
inside out, inside all ripped away
You ripen, then you bruise,
your body a bag, a black plastic sack
oh spilling seven split stones, all unused
Mmm, partly red, partly blue.
Our colour remains, in a pool of blame
memories fade of your leg, not the red line that it drew
I’ve seen this all twelve times or more,
every hour
and it makes it easier for me, to see milk and not meat,
turn sour, a rare song
In season, in middle May
I saw you bloom before you tore away
You ripen, then you bruise,
your body a bag, a black plastic sack…
your body a bag, a black plastic sack
spilling seven split stones, all unused
I’ve seen this all twelve times or more,
every hour
reel-to-reel, milk to sour,
holding my own, raging and hard
only to see again if I’m real
And it makes it easier for me,
it makes it easier for me
every hour
Stars that shine in the road
broken by the rain,
ajar in the drain
To you it felt like Bethlehem again
And you follow
For you it seemed like Bethlehem again
You follow... again
In season, in middle May.
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Something stopped us, over awed
Something scrubbed our senses raw
Something struck a blow, struck a chord
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Lay it down
Lay it down
Babe there just born, there’s nobody else around
Count the ghosts
Count the children
I count them down,
count them in, then begin
I’m laid down by hand, laid down by my hand I am
It’s older than this, it’s older than this
It’s older than this, it’s older
To the edge, to the sea,
Biting down deep for relief
Hoping the taste is good
Hoping the milk is clean
Leave a trail of tears, we never would
Please take the baby away
Please take the baby away
It’s on the ledge, where it’s looking out at the line
that separates the land and the sky
It’s waiting for its brother to rise
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10. |
Plague (echoplexed demo)
03:05
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Walk to the plague
To the pools
Where you heart will be numbered
To the pools, where your number will be called
To the ground where numbers mean nothing
To the ground where deals are made
I’ll give you road in, road out.
I’ll give you road in, road out.
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11. |
Cash (typewriter demo)
05:17
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v.1
Sometimes, you’re in need
of some kind, of souvenir
to arrange on your sheets
to prove that we lay here
v.2
Sometimes, you’re in need
of a prompt you fail to hear
You bit your lip and down the side of your bed
a moment disappears
CHORUS:
Well I’m just glad to be here to ask
One day we’ll learn not to burn our backs
(Don’t forget the past)
v.3
The bulb above your bed
sends out a faulty S.O.S.
The wires don’t connect,
and you send ‘S.O.M.’ out instead
I think you’re trying to say ‘sometimes
oh yeah sometimes
Sometimes you’re in need
v.4
Then I saw a tiny scar
and you, looking vulnerable yet calm
And the horizon was what I saw as a scar
and it was you who held the world, upon your arms
CHORUS:
Well I’m just glad to be here to ask
One day we’ll learn not to burn our backs
I’ll watch yours, while you collect the ash!
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12. |
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A Mockingbird.
Is what I am
And I’ll squawk like a baby
And I’ll moan like a man
Doubled like a fisted hand
Born to watch the world, from a window, from a window on Powis Road
A palsied mess,
A flapping fowl
I’m in my room
And I’m looking down
I love the friend
I think I’ve found
Watching the world, from a window, from a window on Powis Road
My grey grey Victorian hospital,
With rooms as high a spires, maybe higher, maybe
Yeah the moon’s within reach if I stand on a chair,
but it isn’t at the moon, it’s at you that I stare
Cos a mockingbird is what I am
Like a coloured boy in the sea of man
This is the world that I understand
Like a mirrored gull in an oil can
This is the world
And I understand, from a window, on Powis Road
I’ll walk in the shoes, of whoever
And I’ll echo the world
and it’s cries of pleasure
And I’ll mimic the morning
of those same lovers later
Watching the world, framed
by a window, by a window, on Palace Road
My grey grey Victorian hospital
With rooms as high a spires, maybe higher, maybe
Yeah the moon’s within reach if I stand on a chair,
but it isn’t at the moon, it’s at you that I STARE!!!!
YEAH!!!!!!!! OH YEAH!!!!!!! WROAR!!!!!!!!
Cos a Mockingbird is what I am!!!!!!!!!!
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Alternative rock band from Brighton, UK.
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