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Oh fuck, is it morning?
Open a bleary eye
Scrape off the night
And go outside
The dawn is long gone, and guests sleep like the somme
Or triage in the kitchen
They ignored you before, they won't ignore you now you're face down in the pool
You won't be ignored now you're face down in the pool
He's just a friend of mine who's on his way to hide the body
The bastards turned on me
Is that fifteen minutes already?
Eke it out for a couple of years
With celebrity squares and celebrity queers
And opening some supermarkets
Iconic headgear, badge of fame
They remember that even when they forget your name
What was your name again?
Before you know it
All the girls have gone away
Didn't make reserve for your wig on ebay
But you coined with that pic of you and Vinnie J
At the infamous soirée
Looking haggard at just 35
Broke, but happy to be alive
And looking forward to moving home
Because all the girls have gone away
I won't let you forget me
You forgot me before
You won't forget me now I'm face down in the pool
Please don't forget me now I'm face down in the pool
He's just a friend of mine who lost his way
Yes, I can identify the body
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2. |
I Love Joy
04:03
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Be as tough as you have to be
To be sure that you are the best
Be as tough as you have to be
To make sure that you beat the rest
But I love joy
And I don't think I should hide it away
Be as weak as you need to be
To make me swallow all my pride
Be as weak as you need to be
Just don't think that would change my mind
Because I love joy
But I don't think I should hide it away
Free your mind and the rest will follow
Then I'll think of you
Even if I made a list of all the people I even liked
It would not feature you
And yes, I believe in god, but I put my faith in love
I love joy
And I don't think I should hide it away
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3. |
Dressing Down
05:53
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If your phone should ring and you find me on the other end with tears in my voice, vomiting my loneliness, threatening to end it all
Decrying the use of breathing, take myself off to the knacker's yard to be made into glue
Panic panic panic, run 'round like a headless chicken
If I can't think straight, don't hesitate
Please tell me off, bring me down a peg or two, tear a strip off me.
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4. |
Rescue
04:31
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In the darkness by the streetlight he'll be waiting
Honouring promises that he made a long time ago
Though time ticks by, though the street light fades
Though the workforce may scurry by, he'll still be waiting.
Screw your courage to the sticking point
When you called him the voice stirred you
It all seemed such a good idea
But who can live up to the memory
Of when you were too young to understand
Remember what he said:
"If you're in the desert I'll be Moses
I'll be the hand to pull you out of the sea
And show you things that make life worth living
Help you be all the things you can be"
Run down beach house, summer holiday
On the shoulders of your hero
It all seems a lifetime ago
Now the hard truth leaves you drowning
Between disappointment and nothingness
When you listen to what he says
"I could pretend but the awful truth is
I'm not the man that I used to be
If you're in the desert I can't be Moses
I can't be the hand to pull you out of the sea.
When a life is less that a living
When a soul is less than alive
It takes it out of you just breathing
To close you throat or spit out the lie.
But I wish if you're in the desert I could be your Moses
God, let me be the one to pull you out of the sea
And maybe once you're safe on dry land
You can be the one to rescue me"
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5. |
The Healing
07:06
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Everything is a rearguard action
A coping strategy
Everything is keeping floods at bay
We can try but
No one can reach us now
No one can touch us now
No one can help us now
It's hopeless
We're not forsaken
We're not diseased
We don't believe in the healing
We are not animals
We're not deceived
We don't find meaning
In your healing
You can find us congregating
In the darkest places
Just remember we're beyond redeeming
We don't believe in the healing
No one can reach us now
No one can touch us now
No one can help us now
It's hopeless
We won't come out 'til the coast is clear
We are so tired, so tired of the fighting
So we won't come out 'til the coast is clear
We are so tired, so tired of hiding
So we will come out when the coast is clear
You are not our only hope
And you are not our saviour
You are not our spirit guide
We will help ourselves
We will heal ourselves
We will guide each other
'Cause no one can reach us now
No one can touch us now
No one shall help us now
It's hopeless
No one can reach us now
No one can touch us now
No one can stop us now
It's hopeless
We're not forsaken
We're not diseased
We don't believe in the healing
We are not animals
We're not deceived
We don't find meaning
In your healing
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6. |
Domestic Drama
10:15
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The whale swallowed me
Why did everyone hold their silence?
Couldn't they see that her violence was waiting for a child to release it?
And that she could only take it out on me?
And she said "there's not room to swing a cat in here
Better buck up your ideas
I'm in need of someone to rely upon
And even though you're close
I don't think you're it"
I loved so, what else could I do but try?
Gave up teaching, went junior managerial at the bank
Decent package, company car, could take me all the way
Just had to give up my soul, my conscience, every third weekend
My social life, my self-esteem and thirteen hours a day
But still...
"It's not good enough, you're not good enough, you're letting us down
Your own flesh and blood"
Sucked up to the boss then hacked his life to pieces
With planted pictures of underage teens
Only sleep three hours a night to do my share of parenting
Who would guess the damage done by under eighteens?
But still...
"It's not good enough, you're not good enough, you're letting us down
Your own flesh and blood"
Tortured me for years, blood running from my ears
All that repressed pain couldn't help but shift the blame
To my own flesh and blood
She bricked up all the doors, she plastered all the flaws
She left a tiny hole to let in air
You'd be mad to crawl through there
You'd have to be mad to squeeze through there
Silently up the stairs, watching outside myself
Being what I shouldn't be
I saw myself beside the cot
I touched his face, his skin was hot
His panicked eyes looked up at me
I know you don't understand
I know you can't understand
1... (wait 'til the movement stops...)
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8... (wait 'til the movement stops...)
In the still of perfect sleep I'll remove the mote that's killing me
Do you understand this, all about love?
She's so beautiful, I'm so numb
Her throat collapsed beneath my thumbs
I made the call, I didn't even try to run
From the cell with weird white walls
A cell with weird soft walls
They bricked up all the doors
They bricked up all the doors
Now grey and cloudy like a dream it seems they came to visit me
The world drifts out of reach
My eyes look but they don't see
The whale swallowed me
When you think of me light a candle for me
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7. |
Wedding Songs
04:21
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Voices floating down
A choir singing wedding songs
Creaking open the doors
Flanked by one to give you away
Will he give away your secret at the same hour?
A veil drawn over your truth
Fortunates carry your train
Petals litter your way
In the garden
On the night before
You ask the moon for absolution
History drowned in white voluminous folds
A veil drawn over your disgust
A veil drawn over your truth
Voices floating down
A choir singing wedding songs
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The Sad Song Co. Oxford, UK
Solo albums from multi-instrumentalist Nigel Powell, previously of Unbelievable Truth, Dive Dive, Frank Turner and the Sleeping Souls.
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