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Karaoke
03:35
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The love song fades in on the deluxe edition of the greatest hits that you
lived inside of
And I’ve heard the bad news and
I’ve seen the decline
When that train hits central
You’ll see all my favourite songs
I’ll take you bowling
I’ll take you to dinner
I won’t take you down, down, down to Chinatown
We’ll sing Karaoke, we’re Robbie and Kylie
‘Til the neighbours complain when
you’re sick on the stairs
Construction cranes shadow the old hospital
how many of those homes are gonna be affordable?
And what a terror that was down on Sauchiehall
I claim business as usual but that’s some earth that’s scorched
Don’t piss on my bonfire
Don’t piss on my oatmilk
Don’t spoil my fun I am not a criminal
I longed for you then and I’m crazy still I might stick to this tarmac forever
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2. |
Taking The Four
03:02
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Silver on the dome and a search engine chrome look at all of my tabs,
Bought a ticket for one to see Jason Statham
Fight the Megalodon
I’m an astronaut now! Go to bed when I like
Gathering rhyming slang I won’t apologise for the sins of the world
I wanna see what it’s worth not go bitter and young
I saw pictures again - don’t remind me of them
That’s not who I was
Pitched a lonely tent, be your only friend - that’s not who I was
But who is your new love? A poet supersonic? And who is the sequel?
Western’s the path to criticise!
Signposted clear it’s black and white
Holding on by my fingertips
One foot after the other, one foot after the other
Taking the four downtown honey
One foot after the other, one foot after the other
Staying the same? I won’t die trying
One foot after the other
That wasn’t me, not punching the walls, not raising fresh hell and without a cause
That wasn’t me I don’t know who that was
That wasn’t me I don’t know who that was
Back to the culture, eyes on the time, of a golden age that never was mine
That wasn’t me I don’t know who that was
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3. |
Old Country
02:45
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Emilio and Joseph asleep in the barn, ah ah ah ah
with nothing but the will to run
and prosper
A flavour for the new adopted land
A saloon called adventure
The days couldn’t be longer, we do what we gotta
Down in the old town, old country afraid I was done
Have an oyster with a supper and watch the colours run
The Nonna took a stick to the farmer’s arm
It will not be the last he threatens
drunk, hostile
The village copper passes you a gun
If you must run, then you must run
And Mr Drummond writes: it’s the freshest of hell
Down in the old town, old country afraid I was done
I’m a’ trading on the sabbath and watch the colours run
Down in the old town
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4. |
The Puppeteer
03:03
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I was a famous writer
I had a velvet brogue, Gloria
Will you mirror me once? Try me again
I wanna be your only boy, I wanna be your only friend
That’s how I roll
Attache at the embassy of the stars
That’s my desire, that’s my design
Somewhere, somewhere to make my feelings known
two hundred, three hundred and fifty
you’re making them known
So I’m not alone
What about something leather?
A stone that’s cast
in satin sheets
well
What about when I’m low, at the end of the week
Is it all black and white?
Performative kindness
and actions that are second to poetry
I’m no expert but
You’re a puppeteer
Somewhere, somewhere to make my feelings known
Twelve thousand five hundred and fifty you’re making them known
Somewhere, somewhere - you’ll be fine
Is it heaven or hell, is it real life?
Somewhere, somewhere - you’ll be fine
They’ll mention your name
Don’t come here again!
Don’t come here again with a declaration of love
Don’t come here again, again and again again and again again and again
Somewhere, somewhere to make my feelings known
Actions speak louder than words but you’re making them known
Somewhere, somewhere - you’ll be fine
Is it heaven or hell or is it real life?
Somewhere, somewhere - you’ll be fine
Your name is your name
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5. |
Merrie
02:47
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When I take the well worn cobbled path,
Irish bars, tourist tat - wonder when I got so old, Mary girl?
You’ve been circumnavigating all the fine and far flung places
In my mind
Not a sign of things to come - hell no
Tell me now what’s on your mind
I won’t be all contrary
On behalf of all mankind
I’m sorry for the things I said
When I was low and terrified
I’ve been working on my water cooler talk
I don’t get to talk a lot
and I won’t sleep on the job, Mary girl
But you’re driving me to desperation now
To the other side of the world
When you tell me that you want to be free
So unrequited paramour
You’re near enough forbidden
I’ll find myself another job and keep my declarations
hidden
Are you getting married to that man?
I’ve really tried hating him
But i can’t
And do you think it’s strange
That I wear my hair the same these days?
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6. |
Battlefield Boss Dream
06:43
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Long hair’s a leavin’ this is not a dream state
Can a man feel landlocked? Packed a bag for Berlin
See me walkin’ Pablo in the golden hour
Take it to the flagpole to an endless summer
Don’t it look so good? I only wanna make it with you
Don’t it look so good? And walk like I’ve nothing to prove, everything to lose
Everything to lose
Got a lust for living I miss him every day
The universe brings it gift wrapped and it takes away
I’m honouring Sheena in the golden hour
It’s not a big decision know that it’s the right one
Don’t it look so good? I only wanna make it with you
Don’t it look so good? And walk like I’ve nothing to prove, everything to lose
Everything to lose
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7. |
Monument
02:15
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Monument … to the time I walked the walk and tell them to stop
caning it behind my back
Was TA once upon a time
My thickest and widest boast akin to a miracle
Web of gossamer and thinnest skin
Oh cut your hair and won’t you get a job
Get behind a desk man, go and punch a clock go on
Tennyson’s Ulysses, living in Brigadoon
I can speak, I can cut know that I will come unstuck
For something I do not have someone I no longer am
Something that never was anyway
Men of authority or only men of straw?
Men of such principle or men of none at all
We’ll never forget
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8. |
Screaming Speed Machine
03:26
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Roll up and see what I’m giving roll up and talk to the wall
Cause I know I feel the downward pressure walking to the sound of protest song
I will not sink to your level I will not read from your script
Cause I know there’s nothing you can do if you don’t know the real girl
Asleep in the modern age in the real world
Landrover misery canyon screaming in a speed machine
Cause I know there’s nothing you can do if you don’t know the real thing
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9. |
There's No Time To Waste
01:44
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Freedom to be tender! and not to give in to repression
And to those voices we can beat them
They can’t be banished but we can beat them
Friends! You couldn’t do it (not without them)
Whisky on the tongue, yeah it loosens
But is it earnest?
Is it tender?
Is it honest?
There’s no time to waste
David in the garden he is typecast he’s a ham actor
Time honoured package the strong and silent
But I will speak it I will tell him
There’s no time to waste
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10. |
Weird Country
03:46
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A sad, sad day for Malaysian engineering
‘Had a good run, Coco’ - doubled down and explored the feeling, skipped the funeral but made it for the drinks
Aging pop stars police grief with opposable thumbs
suppose that it’s midnight somewhere for someone
Now i’ve summoned a demon on the 9:31 in flannel and hiking boots
Mt Florida’s Neil Young
Is this seat taken?
………not for anyone
Hissing adolescent in a primal rage stay off the clockwork orange off the subway train
God save us all all mammals all mammals all
My favourite customer is a weapon you penny pinching airheads aren’t spendin’
Turn from a south facing window and say ‘I fear them too and this time it’s personal’
Those west coast winds
could last forever I know
With a debt of billions (not adjusted for inflation)
we begged for passengers, citizens to build and rebuild this nation
This is our most sickening shame
There is no wrong or right there is only who
Hunger for power in discoverable truth
Marie Kondo your history and that’s the only version
Then phone in sick phone in sick with a
sunstroke
Superstition
I am against something without loyalty
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11. |
Now To Levitate
03:16
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I always save the best til last in surreal disguise
Do you not know how to tell a lie?
Everything fades but no one’s changed
Peter’s here he flies the next day
Do you not know how to tell a lie?
Sorry John is gone
No one wants to take that call
The day you learn how to levitate on middle distance or on the other side
When thirty years flash before your eyes
I’ll take one long lost memory
I’ll take one long rabbit hutch slowly escape
The changing pace your
Sunday best
The girl you loved and cut adrift will think of you not like you ponder her
Winter’s always long please don’t take it to heart
I’ll never change my mind
I have enough
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12. |
The International
05:46
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The heirs of John Maclean with shoes that let the rain in yeah
It’s the same struggle
Tall boxes on the green for international brethren yeah
It’s the same struggle
Street preacher culture that’s entertainment but the agitation real
It’s the same struggle
The chalked streets were whitewashed
I think we’re gonna have to march yeah
It’s the same struggle
I’m going where the fight is hot and though it’s not in the back yard
It’s the same struggle
Neutrality non intervention let it linger / let it happen
It’s the same struggle
Broadsheet and tabloid agenda crystal clear it’s always been though
Community left George Square paying for the privilege
It’s the same struggle
I’m not for trumpets not for pipes not for profit not for lights not for glory not for show not drawing lines around my home
The international
Better to die than follow tyrants
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Savage Mansion Glasgow, UK
A band from Glasgow.
The Shakes, released February 2024 via Lost Map Records
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