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Late Night, Bright Start
02:21
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Late night, bright start,
Five hours' sleep,
Can't stop, can't rest,
Got to keep on going,
Keep the demons in my eyes from showing,
I can't anticipate
What's waiting for us
At our destination,
Look sharp, pop quiz,
My little eye,
I'm out, no clue,
Everything that I envisage
Feels like it's gonna burst out of my ribcage,
Remind me
I am not the kind
For films where everybody dies,
Wake up, look out,
Ten miles away,
Look fresh, sit straight,
No-one can say I'm sleepy,
God, that dream was getting rather creepy,
Now I recall
Why I did not enjoy
The previous film at all...
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Running Down That Hill
02:34
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I can't watch them running down that hill,
And I don't think I can breathe until
They're safe and sound and here beside me,
And I want to say a prayer for God,
And then still tell him this is all his fault,
And all these things conflict inside me,
And next I know I'm on my knees,
Clawing at the grass and clinging to the trees,
In another of those moments where my soul is seized
And all dignity and preservation flees,
My companions all have callings to attend,
But I'm still not sure that I have made amends
For my earlier misdemeanours,
'Cos believe me, boys, from where I stand,
All that comes in contact with my hands
Will need taking to the cleaners,
And next I know I'm on my knees,
Clawing at the grass and clinging to the trees
In another of those moments where my soul is seized
And all dignity and preservation flees,
Maybe there's no need for me to worry,
Maybe it will all be alright,
I hope that you sleep sounder than me tonight.
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There were some things I could have done,
But it was all over so quickly,
I could've fought, I could've run,
But it was all over so fast,
And so I do what little things the circumstance dictates,
But all too soon, all I can do is wait,
Another whiskey's what I need,
That was all over so quickly,
Or, better yet, some space to breathe,
But it's all going so fast,
And so I search for silence in this slowly shrinking space,
And pray the stress ain't showing on my face,
How can this statement take so long,
When it was all over so quickly?
Please, can we hurry this along?
I want this all over so fast,
My place is here with the people that I need,
But the coppers have decided, so I'll do what they've decreed,
Don't worry, we'll be back in next to nothing flat,
Keep safe,
It'll all be over so quickly,
It'll all be over so fast...
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Sail On, Little Boat
03:00
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This little boat is now the stuff of memory,
Lost in the wake of far more larger concerns,
But one wave of nostalgic alcoholic photography
Brings it all rushing back,
And my heart and soul start to yearn,
For another weekend wasted with the very best of company,
Another morning after doing nothing at all,
Let me drink one last libation to a thing forever gone,
Sail on, little boat, sail on,
Where once we clung for salvation to the skirting boards,
Instilling horror, hope and humour and pain,
Now slime and sewage stain the seats and water floods the floors
And colours fade away, 'til all that remains
Is another weekend wasted with the very best of company,
Another morning after doing nothing at all,
Let me drink one last libation to a thing forever gone,
Sail on, little boat, sail on.
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Still Rocking
02:22
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It may have been an hour since the final few goodbyes
But, believe me boys, I'm still rocking,
It's mainly manifested in my ears and through my eyes
But, believe me boys, I'm still rocking,
And I'm sure that I'll be swaying in my sleep tonight,
Now I've the silence and the space to do so,
And I can't drift away after a day like today,
'Cos I just keep on right on rocking,
I may be back at home with solid surface all around
But, believe me girls, I'm still going,
And it's gonna be a while before I step off solid ground
But, believe me girls, I'm still going,
And I'm sure that I'll be swaying in my sleep tonight,
Now I've the silence and the space to do so,
And I can't drift away after a day like today,
'Cos I just keep on right on rocking.
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The way we went could not have meant more work,
The weather couldn't have been better,
I've never speeded slower in my whole damn life
And I couldn't ask for better,
I'll drink a toast to a weekend where it all went wrong
But it turned out just about right,
So join me friends and raise a glass
As our ships pass in the night,
May we look back through rosé-tinted glasses
At drinking on the dec out in the dark,
And say we've had the time of our lives together,
'Cos I couldn't ask for better,
I couldn't ask for better.
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Spoony Bard Liverpool, UK
Huyton's half-fi finest, Spoony Bard dispenses occasional bursts of observational bedroom pop from a box-room on the A5080. Wrapping his tales of everyday awkwardness in jauntily individual arrangements and addictively alliterative wit, he has a tendency to get embarrassed when talking about himself at length. Like now. ... more
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