1. |
I'm Alive
02:32
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The clown departed
The knifeman stays
We're waiting for the
Next scene to play
But I'm alive
I'm alive
The soldiers stand
Ghosts of the past
Reminders that the
Peace can't last
But I'm alive
I'm alive
Demagogues and
Old divisions
The truth is treated
With derision
But I'm alive
I'm still alive
And every breath in my body
Tells me to fight
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2. |
Rose and I Decline
03:46
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You're asking us the price of our integrity
Tearing up the world to sell it back to me
Only nature I will see's on my TV
But you can never understand why
Chorus/
Rose and I decline
Rose and I decline
As an Eton rifles volley sounds again
You're selling off the state to all your friends
We don't accept the means or like the ends
But you can never understand why
C/
We gave it our best shot to make you change
But you don't wanna change. You will never change
So we're picking up our things and getting outta here
And we have no fear of what might be
One by one we're gonna slip away
'Cos we don't wanna stay. To be easy prey
The discontent is only gonna multiply
And in the end you will know why
Rose and I decline
To be part of your design
Rose and I decline
Rose and I decline
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3. |
No Shortage of Rope
01:08
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What do we do
Do we do
Do we do
With all these corrupt
Politicians
We're not lacking in lamp-posts
And there's no shortage of
Rope
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4. |
Hey! What's This?
02:49
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You said
This could never happen
Never
No, never in a million years
But
Chorus/
Hey, what's this?
Your hand in my hand
Hey, what's this?
My lips. Your kiss
I said
Just get to know me
I'm just
A little hard to read
And
C/
(Instrumental)
C/
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5. |
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Walter Williamson
Taking the air in the bright summer sun
Carefree. Taking his time
Doesn't leave the house if the sun doesn't shine
But he's
Happy just to be alive
You've lost a lot of friends when you're seventy five
So he'll take every day
As it comes
Bridget Bartholomew
Tending her flowers; red, yellow and blue
Stands up. Curses her knees
Walter arrives soon; so time to make tea
And she's
Happy it's a sunny day
She hasn't seen Walter since a week yesterday
But she'll take every day
As it comes
(Instrumental)
Seagull cries fill the air
Walter and Bridget at the end of the pier
Watching the boats come and go
Fish and chip suppers and matinee shows
And they're
Happy to be by the sea
And in thirty years that could be you and me
But let's take every day
As it comes
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6. |
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I want to climb in your brain
There's something I want to rearrange
Want to put myself centre stage
I want to climb in your brain
I want a room in your head
To rewrite what I have said
Say something sweeter instead
I want a room in your head
I want to run through your mind
Want to see what I can find
To help your feelings realign
I want to run through your mind
(Instrumental)
I want to climb in your brain
There's something I want to rearrange
Want to put myself centre stage
I want to climb in your brain
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7. |
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I'm out on the town
And it's Friday night
My heart is heavy
And my wallet's light
I'm whisky-blurred
And feeling down
I wasn't looking for the blues
But that's what I found
Well, Ellie Meadows was
One hell of a girl
Moved into my heart
And took over my world
She left me sorrows
That I set out to drown
I wasn't looking for the blues
But that's what I found
When I met Ellie
I knew she was the one
But she could never know
All the things that I'd done
Gambling and violence
And messing around
I wasn't looking for the blues
But that's what I found
(Instrumental break)
Three years since prison
Ten since they put me away
I gave up pretending
That Ellie would stay
One cold winter night
She said she's leaving town
She's going far away
And didn't want to be found
I wasn't looking for the blues
But that's what I found
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8. |
Up 4 Percussion
01:18
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9. |
Carnival of Sky
03:49
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Screen-faced
Jacked in to the wire
Solar-spun gliders
Circle higher and higher
The harlequin's
In his memory tube
All sense of present
Is being consumed
Jewel-eyed
Walking the streets
Early precursors
Of the cyborg fleets
The carbon winged
Take to the air
A daredevil data cloud
Dancing affair
Chorus/
Soma-popped freaks
All flying high
Tech locked geeks
In the carnival of sky
Neo-boys
And Trinity-girls
Retro tech runners
Through a red pill world
The wizard awakes
To blockchains and trolls
Lasertech punks
And Sonmi dolls
C/
The Genetech junkies
On nanotech highs
All add their colours
To the carnival skies
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10. |
Rebecca Rebel
03:01
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Chorus/
She'll never do
What you want her to do
Rebecca Rebel
With purple hair
And a soul-piercing stare
Rebecca Rebel
She shines so bright
Like a laser beam in the night
She runs so free
Leaving trails of controversy
C/
Becky bright
Becky beautiful
Becky never taken
Seriously
A punky look
A hard-ass attitude
Rebecca Rebel
Vicious and shrewd
She shines so bright etc.
C/
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11. |
Mercury Rising
04:47
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And every time you feel the sun
Shine
And every time you see the light
Rise
Mercury rising
When the sun scorched the sky
Temperature's relentless rise
When the fruit withered on the vine
We're running out of time
And the seas will rise
And the ice will melt
And we curse the hand
That we were dealt
Mercury rising
Our grandparents ignored the signs
The portents of our times
Ignorance or complacency?
To behave so selfishly
We survivors of the resource wars
We, last of men, like dinosaurs
Will slip away to history
One more dead branch on Gaia's tree
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12. |
Switzerland
02:15
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In the quiet night
He searches through
His memories
For something to make
Him smile
Books of photographs
Of people and
Of places
Joyful times, all so
Long ago
Well, his time is coming
Slowly to conclusion
He'll depart before
The pain's too great to bear
Breathes the Alpine air
The crisp coolness
Of Switzerland
Takes his sweet relief
And says a last goodbye
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Atitlan UK
Yorkshire-based synth and sample driven singer-songwriter with songs rooted in the musical sensibilities of early 80s synthpop and indie, but infused with an eclectic range of influences from earlier and later periods.
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