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Repeat after me
Repeat after me
Repeat after me
Repeat after me…
I don’t want a voice
I give my consent
I withdraw my right
I sanction myself
I give you control
I will not protest
I’ll lay on the the ground
I’m under arrest
I’ll take you to the point of surrender
Now I’ve got you in the palm of my hand
This is the truth and you will remember
I’ve got you in the palm of my hand
Repeat after me
Repeat after me
Repeat after me
Repeat after me…
I hereby accept
I will not appeal
I cannot react
There is no repeal
I solemnly swear
I forfeit my life
I’ll turn out the light
I sign on the dotted line
I am your chief, I am your commander
I’ve got you in the palm of my hand
What’s good for the goose
Is good for the gander
I’ve got you in the palm of my hand
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2. |
Laughing At You
03:57
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Well I, I for one
Welcome our new insect overlords
Said the turkey voting for
Navidad and a joyeux Noel
And when they laugh
You laugh along
Like a good servant/savant
They’re laughing at you
Not laughing with you
You think it’s funny, yeah?
Wait til it hits you
You are the punchline
You are a punchbag
They’re laughing at you (they’re taking from you)
Not laughing with you (not giving to you)
Well that man, he speaks for us
We’ll reap reward when it trickles down
Said the plumber to the lord
As he bricks up his own commode
And when they cut
You are the butt
Of the joke
They’re laughing at you
Not laughing with you
You think it’s funny, yeah?
Wait til it hits you
You are the punchline
You are a punchbag
They’re laughing at you (they’re taking from you)
Not laughing with you (not giving to you)
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Goodnight Jamie
04:52
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Leaving a house on fire every night
But still I return to the smouldering site
A funeral pyre of our life
I’m not the arsonist in this relationship
So tell me why, I keep coming back
To get my fingers burned
But now the lesson’s learned
Keys through the door
Wipe out your name
Goodbye once more
Goodnight you flame
Saying goodnight for the last time
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…
Goodnight Jamie.
Well I’ve grown retardant, and I am ardent
I’m gonna try, to put this fire out
and not return again
To fan the flame
My charred remains
Closing the door
Puts out the flames
I live once more
Saying goodnight for the last time
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…
Goodnight Jamie.
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4. |
People In My Way
04:13
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In my way
There’s people in my way
In my way
There’s people in my way
Standing still
Or stopping suddenly
And what became
Of common courtesy?
In my way
They are Obliviots
Failing to give way
Until it’s much too late
They wouldn’t know
That anything exists
Until it hits
Them right between the (tits) eyes
If you’re in my way
Rooted like a tree
It’s one of two
Possibilites
You’re a slab of meat
Entirely self-obsessed
Or you are aware
And couldn’t give a toss about anyone else
If you are a passenger
We carry you like luggage
If you’re oblivious to
Your surroundings you belong…
In the luggage hold.
You’re what I’m saddled with
You’re an extra weight to deposit
Like a saddle bag
I am saddle sore
Of you
In my way
There’s people on my route
They just expire
And never contribute
A waste of space
And a waste of breath
A waste of life
I Look forward to your death
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Peabody
05:07
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Another morning and I’m so busy, I keep myself to myself
I close the door and look down the hallway towards it
It’s been a month since they broke the door in and found her sitting there
Two long years and nobody saw or heard her
I pass my neighbour and we say nothing on which we both want to dwell
We’d been busy complaining to the owners
Peabody, Peabody
What world that we’re living in that no-one missed her
No one missed her
Except Peabody
The Kurdish family across the hallway, would cook to mask out this smell
There is a standard complaints procedure to follow
I’d pass the mail, looks like someone’s in trouble, all the bills are in red
It’s only when the rent stopped coming they acted
Peabody, Peabody
What a world that we’re living in that no-one missed her
No one missed her
Except Peabody
I heard the service had just two people. Her distant brother was there.
Peabody sent a representative, half an hour too late
Flat for sale, who will buy this flat for sale?
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6. |
The Observer
04:01
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I am just a rank outsider
I am the observer
I am but a mere bystander
I am the observer
Come paint yourself in me
I am the fading figure
Come loose yourself in me
I am the underlying
I am slowly extricating myself from society
I am not participating, won’t you please ignore me
I’m transparent
I’m translucent
A faded figurine
I am just a rank outsider
I am the observer
I am but a mere bystander
I am the observer
Come paint yourself in me
I am the fading figure
Come loose yourself in me
I am the underlying
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7. |
Are We Having A Moment?
04:06
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The air outside is cold and thin
The world’s conspired to keep us in
I would have gone home if I had some common sense
Foul nature has us trapped, is it just coincidence?
I know you well but something’s changed
It feels like I’ve been rearranged
Now we are alone do I sense there’s something more?
I can see a look I haven’t seen before
Are we having a moment together?
Are we having a moment together?
Your eyes, your eyes are shining
I can’t disguise, disguise. I’m blinded.
How come I never saw your eyes?
What made me stop. And realise.
Have I just been blind or am I just stupid?
I can’t see the wood from the trees til they get uprooted
Are we having a moment together?
Are we having a moment together?
Your eyes, your eyes are shining
I can’t disguise, disguise. I’m blinded.
It’s just the ground down below had vanished altogether.
And left us floating off the ground, holding on forever.
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Great scourge lifted
Mindset shifted
Open the lid of a jar
The smoothest surface
Ready for us once again
To leave our handprints
People embrace like it’s yesterday
All of their fears have been washed away
Well It must have been the rain
(Washing down, washing down the drain)
What made us forget and return again?
It must have been the rain
Early signals
Like a red rag to a bull
Make up for time, put your hand in mine
Play pat a cake and remember nothing
Living becomes virgin territory
We can retake it’s virginity
Well It must have been the rain
(Washing down, washing down the drain)
What made us forget and start again?
It must have been the rain
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9. |
Pale Shadow
04:56
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To live it takes a dream
To dream it takes some sleep
But how can I do that
If I am without you
Today I took a walk
I ventured out of doors
Like a pale shadow
I crept along the street
Just looking out of place
I ended up in here
Just by force of habit
If you could see the look
I have upon my face
Then you might believe me
Did I run before I walked
Did I scream before I talked
Did I take it much too fast for you
Is it right to carry on
Like nothings happened now you’re gone
Then tear my life in two
I don’t deserve you
To live you need to breathe
To breathe you use your lungs
But why would I want to function at all
Without you
To dream you need to sleep
To sleep perchance to dream
Like a pale shadow
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Dining out, dining out, dining out, for far too long
Dining out, dining out, dining out, for far too long
Rolling round and bathing in his drool
Parading as a glutton and a fool
Absolving all responsibility
The very man this land saw fit to lead
Is Dining out, dining out, dining out, for far too long
Dining out, dining out, dining out, for far too long
The little boy who’s eaten all the cake
Will only want himself a bigger plate
From school to club the ruling class preside
And at the helm a spoilt victorian child
Is Dining out, dining out, dining out, for far too long
He’s a bon vivant, he gormandise, he’s dining out for far too long
He cares not if it ends as another feast begins
We wait for just desserts, for that man to choke within
But the answer my friend is that we’re pissing in the wind
The answer is we’re pissing in the wind
Dining out, dining out, dining out, for far too long
Dining out, dining out, dining out, for far too long
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Paul Morricone Huddersfield, UK
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