1. |
Wait
05:33
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I wait
And the drama unfolds across the landscape inside
I wait
Loneliness creeps across my heart as a bleak shadow
I wait
And hope pours in like the sun between the clouds
I wait
Grief strikes me down not once but countless times
I wait
Hope pours in like the sun between the clouds
I wait
Grief strikes me down not once but countless times
I wait
I wait
I wait
Anger burns its caustic poison into my bones
I wait
Despair collapses down inside me like a corpse
I wait
Fear sends a terrifying tremble through my limbs
I wait
And courage picks me up to do battle again
I wait
Courage picks me up to do battle again
I wait
And love for you carries me forwards through the landscape
I wait
I wait
Whooaa, whooaa
Whooaa, whooaa
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2. |
Love at the 100 Club
05:22
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The stockings got you hooked in our hotel room
How we stripped away the layers
Sated for now, we'll be hungry soon
We'll be mouthing ungodly prayers
Down in the lobby there are giant floating men
Spies in trenchcoats and fedoras, guns in their pockets
We hit Oxford Street, heaving, the whole world on a spend
Gotta get to the 100 Club fast as a rocket
Love at the 100 Club
It's dirty and it's sweet
You made me feel I'm a woman again
In the heart of Oxford Street
The Christmas lights are huge
Pinned on a dusky sky
And like a fool I'm falling in love
After so long just getting by
We jump into a rickshaw as if we're in Delhi
Baby this beats another night in watching telly
The buses and the taxis they're all stuck in a jam
But we get there just in time with our rickshaw man
Love at the 100 Club
It's dirty and it's sweet
You made me feel I'm a woman again
In the heart of Oxford Street
We dive into that dirty basement
Commune with BB's ghost
Shoot the Bighead, The Silver Brazilians
Drink beer, kiss and laugh and feel real close
2am and a centaur takes us back to Marble Arch
Amazing with those hooves he rides his rickshaw so damn fast
A quiet man in the lobby mops up after our feet
Oh I guess he came the long way from Africa looking for gold on the street
Love at the 100 Club
It's dirty and it's sweet
You made me feel I'm a woman again
In the heart of Oxford Street
The jigsaw fits, the stars are aligned
You're as tender as I need
Even if this night will end
I'll keep it close with me
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3. |
Hands
03:44
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I think I know your hands better
Than anyone who knows you now
I still can watch them, doubtful and fine
Too ill-assured to soothe your brow
And the tugging fist that knots my lungs
As if to drag me to a safer hell
Will not desist the mournful rest
Of your ghostly hands inside this shell
I think I remember your touch better
Than any other lover's caress
I still can feel you, tender and warm
The brush of skin as you untie my dress
And your questing hands so reassuring to me
As if you had to know my code
Will now leave me empty, wanting
Without the love I know to be my own
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4. |
Odysseys
05:34
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Years of bleak wandering
Have separated us from each other, from ourselves
Inglorious gambles wilfully snatched
Caught us, helpless
In our own spectacular spells
Seeking imagined glossy lives
Lived in other places - anywhere but here
We each found ourselves without a site to rest
Left wounded, alone
In the company of fear
How life's most painful journeys painfully score
And wrench away the arrogant sheen of youth
That appeared so beautiful, so ideal before
But now proves a diversion from simple truth
That cursed voyage condemned us each to exile blues
But finally - what luck! - has washed us up on this quieter shore
So that one day we may embark if we so choose
On a rich imperfect human odyssey, together once more
Years of bleak wandering
Have separated us from each other, and from ourselves
Inglorious gambles wilfully snatched
Caught us, helpless
In our own spectacular spells
Seeking imagined glossy lives
Lived in other places
Anywhere - anywhere but here
We each found ourselves without a site to rest
Left wounded, alone
In the company of fear
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5. |
War & Shopping
03:11
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The Tory boys are back in town
They smell your blood like baying hounds
Licking their chops for another bonus round
Stealing the family silver and melting it down
And the lonely hide in silent shells while reality grinds on
But we still have war and shopping
Well, war and shopping, war and shopping, war and shopping
War and shopping, war and shopping, war and shopping
War and shopping, war and shopping
We'll bind ourselves together with war and shopping
You're not a cripple, you're a scrounger
Go get yourself a job
You're just another of the millions-strong
Feckless work-shy mob
The hospitals are slashing jobs
So just make sure you stay well
And the fat cats are busy doing their laundry
While you pick up the bill
Well, war and shopping, war and shopping, war and shopping
War and shopping, war and shopping, war and shopping
War and shopping, war and shopping
We'll bind ourselves together with war and shopping
Whoa
War and shopping, war and shopping, war and shopping
War and shopping, war and shopping, war and shopping
War and shopping, war and shopping
We'll bind ourselves together with war and -
War and shopping, war and shopping, war and shopping
War and shopping, war and shopping, war and shopping
War and shopping, war and shopping
We'll bind ourselves together with war and shopping
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