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Forecourt
03:06
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Can't believe the way we fought
It was much harder than we thought
It was there in black and red
On the big yellow sign on the forecourt
The stupid mess of youthful sport
It would be lost sooner than we thought
It was there in the flapping head
Of the red tube man on the forecourt
And all the photographs are gone
And all the documents are gone
And everything we ever found
Is safely placed inside the ground
And all the love we ever made
Is in the burn bin now
The further west we drive, babe
The longer it fucking takes
It was there in the back of head
As we wasted our time on the forecourt
And all the documents are gone
And all the photographs are gone
And everything we ever found
Is safely placed inside the ground
And all the love we ever made
Is in the burn bin now
Can't believe the way we fought
It was much harder than we thought
It was there in black and red
On the big yellow sign on the forecourt
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2. |
Full damage report
03:10
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On a street named for summer
You couldn't feel more cold
Round the back of the Anchor
Groundlessness takes hold
And every time you come round
There's a new name on the door
And underneath the arches
No corners any more
Is everything set now for the set?
You have been set up by the best in the business
The widest boy in town
But why do you bother, man
When all your bricks are coming down?
Take a tile, take a backboard
A poor souvenir
For your own heirless cabinet
To remind yourself you were here once
You were here once
You and they... well...
On a street under a river
You're living on pure oil
And the rope lights and needlework
Take toll on all of us, no?
Needles in the snow, drift once
Needless down the alley, now go
A street under a river
A street under a river
A street named for summer
A street under a river
A street under a river
A street named for summer
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3. |
The sesh
03:10
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She's in the back room
It's Thursday at half past seven
The gang are ready
Tongue in cheek, acceptable
The tinsel gleaming
The exposed weird arm
A bearded bald man
Sits back and marvels
At how he gets away with it
He's handed cake and draws it
He fucking eats it
Right there in front of everyone
But who is filming?
We never see their face
A kitchen unit
This could be anywhere
Why is she moving?
This wasn't advertised
This other bald man
Scans round for someone to wink at
You know it's coming
Within the next 24 hours
We'll all have seen it
Some of us will file it correctly
Others won't notice
There's so much of it around now
Take your shots quickly
Quickly nip in and out
She doesn't seem to mind
In fact she's calling the shots
The several bald men
Are bearded avatars
But what does that make us?
I'm ready to admit I'm complicit
But what does that make us?
I'm ready to admit I'm complicit
But what does that make us?
I'm ready to admit I'm complicit
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4. |
Face
02:57
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Face
Saving face with every deal you close
Trace
Without a trace mate, and nothing left at home
Based
Round the base and bring it all back home
Space
Find the space to show it on your own floor
Lace
Lace it closed, fix it, tighten it, that's right
James
Where is James? Oh he's fled into the night
You made
Yes you made a trilogy at home
Crazed
That's what they made of it, they surrounded your home
Waste
What a fucking waste of time, you nail it to the door
Pain
Oh shut your face, we've heard it all before pal
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