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We heard it on the radio
Olden times
Years ago
We heard it on the radio
Olden times
Years ago
We heard it on the radio
Olden times
Years ago
We heard it on the radio
We heard it on the radio
Olden times
Years ago
We heard it on the radio
Olden times
Years ago
We heard it on the radio
Olden times
Years ago
We heard it on the radio
Olden times
Years ago
Olden times
Years ago
We heard it on the radio
Olden times
Years ago
We heard it on the radio
Olden times
Years ago
We heard it on the radio
Na na na na na na na na
Golden times
Years ago
We heard it on the radio
We heard it on the radio
You can get it anyway you want to
You can get it anyway you want to
You can get it anyway you want to
You can get it anyway you want to
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2. |
And Another Thing...
03:25
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There's blood on the handkerchief
And narco freeze no relief
Those drunken drivers
The only survivors
Will likely just swerve on their way
We've been down here before
And know I'm not keeping score
But there are the signs
The ugly designs
Of the gluttons who only want more
And you were talking in your sleep
Telling me somewhere, somehow, some place must be at peace
You told me not to hurt myself
Digging up these kinds of hell
Then you rolled over and you sighed
You're so cute I almost died
There's blood on the exit door
And blood on the conference room floor
We've seen the signs
The vicious designs
Of the monsters who only want more
And you were talking in your sleep
Telling me somewhere, somehow, some place must be at peace
You told me not to hurt myself
Digging up these kinds of hell
Then you rolled over and you sighed
You're so cute I almost died
And you were talking in your sleep
Telling me somewhere, somehow, some place must be at peace
You told me not to hurt myself
Digging up these kinds of hell
Then you rolled over and you sighed
You're so cute I almost died
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3. |
Reach for Stars
02:28
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Choir boys in their space-proof packaging
Gonna reach, gonna reach for stars
All the way up there and back again
Gonna reach, gonna reach for stars
Up ahead the sky is blackening
Gonna reach, gonna reach for stars
Look around you can see it happening
Gonna reach, gonna reach for stars
Cos heaven is there beneath our feet
Heaven, is right within our reach
Don't blow it
Don't throw it away
Don't blow it
Don't throw it away
Up ahead the sky is blackening
Gonna reach, gonna reach for stars
All the way up there and back again
Gonna reach, gonna reach for stars
Salesmen checking out at the motor inn
Gonna reach, gonna reach for stars
And the meek will inherit everything
Gonna reach, gonna reach for stars
Cos heaven is there beneath our feet
Heaven, is right within our reach
Don't blow it
Don't throw it away
Don't blow it
Don't throw it away
Don't blow it
Don't throw it away
Don't blow it
Don't throw it away
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4. |
Local Boyz
02:40
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Fourteen year old local boys
Laying fires assumed of course
If only we could find our voice
Before it slips away
Do you like that?
Do you like that
Winding you up and leaving you flat
Do you like that?
Forty year old local men
Deep in drinkers' denizen
Picking over seasons when
The title slipped away
The night they lost the day
Do you like that?
Do you like that
Winding you up and leaving you flat
Do you like that?
Do you like that
Do you like that
Do you like that
Do you like that
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5. |
Sheila
03:30
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Shelia the room is spinning round
The stereo is sick but that's the way it's meant to sound
There's nothing that I'd rather do
Than waste my time on you
Waste everything for you
Sheila
Shelia the perfect flying things
Creatures scales and wings
And their souls and everything
I give it all to you
Anything for you
A kingdom just for you
Sheila
And it's bound to make you hurt sometimes
But oh the pain is so sublime
Yeah it's bound to make you hurt sometimes
Are you gonna walk my
Are you gonna walk my way?
Sheila there's no such thing as night
It's just an absence of light
It's just an absence of light
There's nothing that I'd rather do than waste my time on you
Waste everything for you
Sheila
And it's bound to make you hurt sometimes
But oh the pain is so sublime
Yeah it's bound to make you hurt sometimes
Are you gonna walk my
Are you gonna walk my way?
Sheila
Sheila
Sheila
Sheila
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Oh Cheryl
02:35
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Oh Cheryl won't you meet me by the window?
I've got something I'd like to say to you
Oh Cheryl won't you meet me by the window?
I've got something I'd like to say to you
You know it's only common sense
We'd be saving half the rent
You know that in a little while
I'd be the one to make you smile
Oh Cheryl won't you meet me by the window?
I've got something I'd like to say to you
Oh Cheryl meet me at the weeping willow
Let me know just what you plan to do
Forget about the birds and bees
Think of the utilities
Holding on to what we save
Waiting for a sunny day
You can have it your own way
You can have it your own way yeah
I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting on you
Oh Cheryl won't you meet me by the window?
I've got something I'd like to say to you
Oh Cheryl won't you meet me by the window?
Let me know just what you plan to do
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7. |
We Love You
03:20
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Can you feel it sinking in?
Can you feel it underneath your skin?
Can hear it call you back?
Can you hear on the other side of the track?
Can you feel it tune you in?
Can you feel it underneath your skin?
We love you
We love you
Did you hear it going round?
Can you hear it on the other side of town?
Can you feel it sinking in?
Can you feel it underneath your skin?
Did you hear it call you back?
Can you hear it on the other side of the track?
We love you
We love you
We love you
And we hope your gonna come home soon
We love you
We love you
Can you hear it on the other side of the track?
We love you
We love you
We love you
And we hope your gonna come home soon
We love you
We love you
We love you
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8. |
The Polite Riot
03:45
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You are not a scientist
Nor a technician
You are but the packaging
For holy ambition
You are not an alchemist
Nor a magician
You are but a voyager
Light through a prism
You
Sweet sweet you
Indestructible you
Sweet you
You
Irrefutable you
Intractable you
Sweet you staying true
Oh we're familiar with the trope by now
Got us tethered to the past somehow
When there's no place left like home
You are not a tactician
Nor are you a statistician
You are but a beautician of the soul
You
You are not a tactician
Irrefutable you
Nor are you a statistician
Indestructible you
You
You are not a tactician
Oh look at you
Nor are you a statistician
Unbeatable you
Sweet you staying true
Sweet you staying true
Oh we're familiar with the trope by now
Got us tethered to the past somehow
When there's no place left like home
And finally we must retire
Concede the field to those we admire
While the horses froth and foam
There's no place left I'd like to go
Go!
You can sweat it out
But it leaks back in
But it leaks back in
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9. |
Gutter Glitterati
03:14
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Gutter glitterati
Bursting at the seams
Gutter glitterati
In their tranquilliser jeans
Got a data high rise
At the new-speak discotheque
Got a data high rise
Singing Box the Jesuit
On fire
Down to the wire
They got goons for hire
If you think it’s getting better
Better get a fact checker
Got a little Elvis
Sitting on a shelf
Pretty little Elvis
He ain’t got nobody else
Water cannon sitcom
Makes you wanna be a star
Water cannon sitcom
Is the soul pneumonia
On fire
Down to the wire
They got goons for hire
If you think it’s getting better
Better get a fact checker
If you think you’re doing fine
Well you’re swallowing a line
Oh they know who you are
They know where you’ve been
They know all your sins
They know where you hide
They know why you weep
They know what you’ll say
Before you can speak
On fire
Down to the wire
They got goons for hire
If you think it’s getting better
Better get a fact checker
If you think it’s getting better
Better get a fact checker
If you think you’re doing fine
Well you’re swallowing a line
Oh they know who you are
They know who you are
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10. |
They Grow Wild
02:01
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So much has been stolen
How can it be replaced?
Cast aside and broken
So little to be saved
Try to suffocate those feelings
But they’re rising anyway
They grow wild
They grow wild
They grow wild
Fierce and vengeful angels
Beautiful to see
Raining down their fire upon the gerontocracy
Try burying those feelings
But they’ll flourish anyway
They grow wild
They grow wild
They grow wild
They grow wild
They grow wild
They grow wild
They grow wild
They grow wild
They grow wild
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11. |
What Do We Get?
02:48
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Those evil tunes
That kept you in your room
From midnight till noon
Everyday
And what do you get baby yet
What do we get out of it
What do we get baby yet
What do you get?
Those half baked plans
Hatched by half baked men
Will lead us down again
Into the flames
And what do you get baby yet
What do we get out of it
What do we get baby yet
What do we get?
If you can make it right you should
The pasts not over understood
Until we forget
Until they forget
Yeah baby yeah what do you get out of it
What do we get baby yet
What do we get?
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The Insufferable Paul Scott Sydney, Australia
"As a matter of policy, The New Conniptions only work with the very old, the out of shape, and the extremely foolish.“
(Stolen from Grinderman)
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