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Acoustic music is... shit
And the only people who like it
Are those guys, you know, the ones
Who get a 6-string out at a party
And think it counts as a personality
But don't realise everyone thinks they look a tit
Acoustic music is shite
It's only good for open mic nights
Where no one is listening to the words that you're singing
When you're pouring your heart out, but they're too busy drinking
They're here to catch up with their mates
And "see live music", but it's too late
Because now my song is... finished
They were here, but they weren't hearin'
Now some guy's playing Ed Sheeran
And suddenly everyone is cheerin'
What the fuck?
And singing along
Why did they not do that with MY song?!
What has Sheeran got that I do not
Except a few million in the pot
And tunes that get stuck in your head
That catchy little ginger fucker
And then just to top it all
The next performer's playing "Wonderwall"
Today was gonna be the day
And the crowd's heard it a million times before
And cheering anyway
Yeah, I just don't get it
I guess acoustic music's shitty
No one wants to hear original songs
Not even if they're witty
Now I'm covering Oasis 'cause
I got no integrity
I got no integrity
I got no integrity
Oh yeah, now I'm getting it
It's 'cause acoustic music is shit
At least if you're the one who's playing it
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What you staring at me, lad?
Don't you look at me that way
I'm not some wet-behind-the-ears
Fresh from the academy
Well, barkeep pour me another dram
Of that sweet Connemara
And I'll tell you all, my friends
How this all went so far
I first found myself on the force in 1998
Not top of my class, but sure they said that I'd be great
Partnered with Jack McCarthy, he'd been on the beat a while
He knew his stuff, and he didn't take shit, and he never cracked a smile
He took me for a drink after my first week on the job
Said I'd have to toughen up a bit to make it as a cop
Tell me I'm fine
Tell me I'm fine
One more glass of whiskey
To send me on down the line
Jack, he pulled a car over, he said he was speedin'
I wasn't so sure, but Jack says "his record's as black as his skin"
We raided a house Jack knew, they were behind on rent
I don't know how Jack found the drugs, but into jail they went
I know we must be doing right
Coz Christ knows, we're the law
It's not always just black and white
Not like I thought before,
Oh, tell me I'm fine
Tell me I'm fine
One more glass of whiskey
To send me on down the line
Last week, this gang of lads, they hit our car while throwing stones
We chased one down with our batons and broke the fucker's bones
Now the neighbourhood is rioting, well what do they expect?
I've kept the peace for 20 years, they should learn some respect
These scumbags all did something wrong
If they haven't yet, they will
Yeah, coz we're the warrior elite
And we shoot to fucking kill
Oh, tell me I'm fine
Tell me I'm fine
One more glass of whiskey
To send me on down the line
Now the inquest didn't go so well, they took away my gun
They took away my badge as well, so that wasn't much fun
At least it won't go to court, the kills I counted in that riot
White cops don't go to prison, they get forcibly retired
So, give me one more drink now
Hell, I've still got my pride, yeah
And I've still got a gun at home
Sometimes I open wide
And I jam that thing into my mouth
Just to feel okay
So, what you staring at me, boy
Don't you look at me that way!
Tell me I'm fine
Tell me I'm fine
One more glass of whiskey
To send me on down the line
Tell me I'm fine
Tell me I'm fine
One more glass of whiskey
To send me on down the line
Tell me I'm fine
Tell me I'm fine
One more glass of whiskey
To send me on down the line
One more
One more
One more glass of whiskey!
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3. |
Smells Like Dad
03:48
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6 years old
Wandering round the house
Looking to cause some bother
Then I creep up to my parents' room
A place that I'm not supposed to go into
And crap, there's my mother...
... Wait, that's not Mum
Hey
Dad
Why are you wearing Mummy's dress?
And why've you got her makeup on
And why's your hair a mess?
Oh wait
That's a wig
But the point remains
Has the whole world gone mad?
Coz you look like Mum, but you smell like Dad
14 years old
Some of the lads at school say it is wrong
As if growing up wasn't hard enough
Now Dad wants to strut his stuff
Trading his Y-fronts for a thong
And our neighbour Barry reckons my Dad has got it going on
Arrrgh, fuck's sake, Barry
And I said hey
Dad
Why are you wearing Mummy's heels?
And why'd you choose the slutty ones?
Guess that's what appeals
To you
But when you let it sink in
It really is not so bad
That you look like Mum, but you smell like Dad
Dad says she's always been a woman
And I think that I can wrap my head around
See we live in a world where
Babies can be born with a hole in the heart
Or twins stuck together, sharing a body part
Or extra genes, or some absent,
And fuck, people voted Trump for President,
Whether quirks of genes or God's creation
Nature's full of variation
So it's not the strangest thing to find
That your body has developed in a different way than your mind
And the only thing that matters at the end of the day
Is that you're kind
And you are, Dad
Or should I call you "Mum" now?
No, you're right, that still feels weird,
Then, Dad
See, you're the bravest person that I have ever known
But you've gotta stop wearing Mum's clothes now,
Fuck's sake, go out and buy your own
And I said hey,
Dad
Why are you wearing Mummy's dress?
And why've you got her lipstick on
And why's your hair a mess?
Oh wait
That's a wig
But the point remains
Now I see you're happy
And I'm glad
Coz you look like Mum and you'll always be my Dad
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4. |
Rope
03:37
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Sometimes I'm really not ok
Sometimes I'm really not that fine
And though it's been a while since I been down
To the bottom of that hole again
It's never out of sight or out of mind
Sometimes I'm really not ok
Even if I seem to be just fine
And though it's been a while since I been down
To those crushing icy depths again
And I feel the undercurrent starting to drag me in
And my limbs are feeling heavy
And it's getting hard to swim
Well, in times like these
If you could throw me some rope
And tell me that by my side you'll be sticking
Well, I know it's not your job
To save me from myself
But when you throw me some rope
It's a little easier to keep on kicking
Sometimes I'm really not ok
Sometimes I'm really not that fine
And though it's been a while since I been down
To the bottom of that hole again
It's never out of sight or out of mind
And in times like these
If you could throw me some rope
And tell me that by my side you'll be sticking
Well, I know it's not your job
To save me from myself
But when you throw me some rope
It's a little easier to keep on kicking
Trying to keep my head above the raging tide
Blasted by the breakers, but with your rope in my hand
Well, I know that you'll always be there by my side
Dragging me out of that pit
Every time I fall in it
And guiding me back to dry land
Well, in times like these
If you could throw me some rope
And tell me that by my side you'll be sticking
Well, I know it's not your job
To save me from myself
But if you throw me some rope
I can promise
That I will not stop kicking
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We were a 4-man revolution out of high school
Screaming at the world from age 13
Down the years, drums and guitars
In many bands, in many bars
With many mates for life, man what a scene
Where did those days go?
So far away, so far away
And I keep on doing the only thing I know
There are still fights to fight
And stories to be told
So I'll keep writing and singing and playing
We're here to stay, and
Punk's not dead; it just got old
Now Dan's a teacher, Dom's a Marxist preacher
And other Danny's tied the knot
I've got 3 kids and Ste's got a gut
And we all smoke a lot less pot
Freddie's in Korea, Ryan has a career (Josh works in customs!)
And I haven't heard from Hodgy in a good few years
And me and Ian, well, some of us are lifers here
Where did those days go?
So far away, so far away
And how the hell did I wind up playing folk?
There are still fights to fight
And stories to be told
So I'll keep writing and singing and playing
We're here to stay, and
Punk's not dead; we just got old
Where did those days go?
So far away, so far away
And I keep on doing the only thing I know
There are still fights to fight
And stories to be told
So I'll keep writing and singing and playing
We're here to stay, and
Punk's not dead; it just got old
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Barcelona Skies
03:53
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Open your eyes
Let the breath of the morning
Wake you from your sleep
The azure skies
Send the early shafts of spring sunlight
Sliding down your cheek
The touch of your skin
Is like the Mediterranean breeze
Blowing through our azure
Barcelona skies
Open your eyes
And see the day that's waiting for us
Open your eyes
Come step outside
Open your eyes
So come on home
When the forest of thoughts
In your head is becoming overgrown
When you're lost, I will find you
When you're trapped, I'll set you free
Together me and you
We'll smash the shadowy cages of our minds
Not all prisons are made of stone
So come on home
There's a future waiting for us
So come on home
Never again
Will you have to feel alone
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7. |
The 27 Club
02:51
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I got 12 months left to join the 27 club
12 months left to join the 27 club
12 months left to join the 27 club
And will I make the big-time?
I got 11 months left to join the 27 club
11 months left to join the 27 club
11 months left to join the 27 club
Will I run out of time?
See all I want to do is just rock and roll, baby
Burn out like one of the greats
The gods of fate are like "yes, no, maybe"
Oh, is it now too late?
I got 10 months left to join the 27 club
Still got time to join the 27 club
9 months left to join the 27 club
And time's just going faster
I got 8 months left to join the 27 club
8 months left - oh god, I got some shows to book,
7 months left and I'm still playing in the pub,
On my old stratocaster
See, all I want to do is just rock and roll, baby
Burn out like one of the greats
The gods of fate are like "yes, no, maybe"
Oh, is it now too late?
I got 6 months left to join the 27 club
Girlfriend's pregnant - has been for the last 3 months
5 months left, now my priority is my job
Guess I'm not Cobain or Hendrix
I got 4 months left to join the 27 club,
3 months left, and I've already cut out the drugs,
2 months left, sober responsible adult,
The gods of fate are dicks
See all I want to do is just rock and roll, baby
Burn out like one of the greats
The gods of fate are like "yes, no, maybe"
Oh, is it now too late?
I got 1 month left to join the 27 club
1 month left to join the 27 club
1 month left to join the 27 club
Immortal glory and fame
Now it's a day too late, and there is no 28 club,
But who cares?
Now I'm a member of the fatherhood
The mini-human we made is equally as good,
So I guess I can't complain
Coz now I got a little rock 'n' roll baby
She likes nursery rhymes and
Fuckin' METALLICA!
Maybe I've got a few shows left in me,
So I can get away from the all the crying for the odd evening,
But here's the kicker:
What good is fame and fortune when you're dead?
So screw the 27 club
I'd rather live instead.
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8. |
Slipping Away
02:43
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They found me lying by the roadside
And there was nothing they could do
The sirens in the distance wailed
As my internal systems failed
And bled through
They found me lying on the dirty ground
My life was gushing
From a hole in my side
Some gutless pussy wanted money
Alone, too scared to fight
Hid behind his gang of buddies
And he hid behind a knife
Didn't have the balls to use his fists
Wish I could tell you that he missed
But he plunged his blade between my ribs
And he stole away my life
So long you bastards
The light blurs into grey
So long you bastards
Now I feel myself
Slipping away, slipping away
Slipping away, slipping away
So long you bastards
The light blurs into grey
So long you bastards
Now I feel myself
Slipping away, slipping away
Slipping away, slipping away
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We left the bar at half past god knows when
The bottles were all empty
I drank the genie down with the rest
And I know I take this road a little too often
But a soul-searching wander under moonlight
Is probably for the best
I stumbled through the city streets at night
Brain marinating
In a whiskey cocktail of my own creation, then
I heard whispers in the shadows
Of the alleyways and darkened places
Haunted by the faces of the memories
From way back when
We sang in that night
We raised the roof, howled at the moon
Between those towers of stone
And we danced into that night
My shadow disappeared into the darkness
And left me on my own
In alleyways untouched by moonlight
I smelt the danger
The enigmatic presence of a stranger passing by
In the shadows, there was someone creeping,
In doorways there were people sleeping,
No roof above their heads
And a rack of iron nails for their beds, yeah
And we sang in that night
We raised the roof, howled at the moon
Between those towers of stone
And we danced into that night
My shadow disappeared into the darkness
And left me on my own
The headlights of the taxis
Drown out the light of stars above
Every heavy step drags me a little bit
Closer back to those I love
I know I'm as messed up
As these city streets through which I roam
Now all that I want is
To be back home
And we sang in that night
We raised the roof, howled at the moon
Between those towers of stone
And we danced into that night
My shadow disappeared into the darkness
And left me on my own
It left me on my own
It left me on my own
My shadow disappeared into the darkness
And left me on my own
The next day when sun breaks through
The misty morning air
The city puts its mask back on and
Shines without a care
But I saw its soul last night
Or maybe it saw mine
But in the misty morning sunlight
At least everything
Looks like it's all fine
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