1. |
Wake Up
02:36
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Wake Up
I’m struggling to make sense of your thinking,
Another day, another night of drinking,
But I want to understand.
I feel anticipation when I see you,
Another conversation with the rear view,
But I’m a well-mannered man.
Resist the temptation.
What’s it gonna be?
What will you say?
Who are you today?
Lookin’ at me?
I said wake up!
It’s time to breathe the air again.
I’m wandering on egg shells in the kitchen,
Another day, another night of bitching,
But I want to let it go.
I try to do my best to entertain you,
Another questioning, of everything I do,
But I only lent a hand.
Resist the temptation.
What’s it gonna be?
What will you say?
Who are you today?
Lookin’ at me?
I said wake up!
It’s time to breathe the air again,
What’s it gonna be?
What will you say?
Who are you today?
Lookin’ at me?
I said wake up!
It’s really hard to be your friend…
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2. |
To The Sun
04:05
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To The Sun
Calling close against the duty line,
Back in the summer we we’re playing time,
I can remember all the dirty lies,
Something to say for what I know was right.
Digging a ditch in time for what it’s worth,
Can a mistake cost heaven and the earth?
A matter of time to heal a world of hurt,
Nevertheless I strive to manage words.
I can’t see, what’s the warning?
I can bleed, what’s the story?
Can’t you set me free and let me spend my lifetime looking to the sun.
To the Sun...
Watching a film of what I think I see,
Hiding places full of mystery,
Showing the bruises of foretelling bliss,
All of the same things couldn’t go amiss.
I can’t see, what’s the warning?
I can bleed, what’s the story?
Can’t you set me free and let me spend my lifetime looking to the sun.
To the Sun...
I can’t see, what’s the warning?
I can bleed, what’s the story?
I can’t see, what’s the warning?
I can bleed, what’s the story?
Can’t you set me free and let me spend my lifetime looking to the sun.
To the Sun...
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3. |
Peter Piper
05:12
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Peter Piper
Peter lived in a house of straw,
Before the guns and the holy war,
He caught a fish with a crafted spear,
The threat of hunger his only fear,
Before the fish took one last breath,
He reassessed the fish’s death,
He caught a glimpse of nature’s art,
Returned Mother Nature’s aquatic heart.
What’s the point in killing if it just don’t feel right?
Telling my heart not to feel,
Take another look upon reflection in the daylight,
What will be will be, baby,
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
Peter worked on his artistic skills,
Crafting songs roaming the hills,
He spied a town upon his way,
And went to sing a melody,
He stirred the town with tales of love,
A pretty penny fell from above,
But he gambled away and turned to drink,
Brought himself back upon the brink,
What’s the point in dying if it just don’t feel right?
Telling my soul not to feel,
Take another look upon reflection in the daylight,
What will be will be, lady,
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
Peter turned back to his work,
Of writing songs of love and hurt,
Whilst singing in his favourite house,
A dainty voice leaped from the crowd,
A fair maiden caught his eye,
As she hummed along to his lullaby,
They sang together for nigh on a year,
Until a crossroads did appear.
What’s the point in crying if it just don’t feel right?
Telling my love not to feel,
Take another look upon reflection in the daylight,
What will be will be, honey,
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
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4. |
The Piano Song
03:54
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The Piano Song
Caught in a spin I watch my step,
Before I’m falling,
My senses are suffocating,
In a spider’s web,
Taking the lead I bide my time,
To see what’s coming,
I’m biting my lip once,
But I’m twice as shy.
Was it something to do?
Was it something to say?
Was it something to walk away from and, test out the lie?
(Oh yes it was, oh yes it was, oh yes it was, you know it was)
Was it meant to be mean?
Was it meant to be cruel?
Was it low self-esteem that made you, break all the rules?
(Oh yes it was, oh yes it was, oh yes you know of course it was)
Can it really be,
Obvious to me,
That fumbling fingers,
Take it all away,
For another day,
Resisting temptation?
How’s it gonna be,
When you really see,
The truth in your colours,
Tinkling the keys,
Of what it really means,
To feel...
That you’re alone...
(You’ll never know,
Just what could have been,
An after-glow,
Ex-potentially...)
How could you hold my hand in times,
Of my worst troubles,
Watching the pain dry,
Through my crimson eyes.
Staring back blankly as I check,
The facts and figures,
The seat-belt of my love,
Is it fastened right?
Bridge
Chorus
(You’ll never see,
Where we could have gone,
Take on the world,
Weather any storm.)
(You’ll never hear,
From another song,
About my love,
Now you’ve done me wrong.)
On the horizon line I see,
A new ship coming in,
I got me a ticket now,
I’m free.
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5. |
Broken Bridge (Rebuilt)
03:48
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Broken Bridge
Walking in and out of town,
I see another face I think I know,
Talk a while until we're down,
Turn around I think I better go.
Now you think you've got it all,
But your 'petit' crimes won't get you very far.
A no-hope job at the Golden Ball,
Just so you can fix up your new car.
I'm looking back across this broken bridge to where I've come from,
And all I see is that there is a place that I have known,
I feel like I've been kept inside these walls, I know it's too long,
And when I look across this bridge, I know that this is my home.
I can make it through the castle walls,
They stretch beyond how far the eye can see.
I lost my way, but as long as duty calls,
I'll make the grade and know that I am free.
I'm looking back across this broken bridge to where I've come from,
And all I see is that there is a place that I have known,
I feel like I've been kept inside these walls, I know it's too long,
And when I look across this bridge, I know that this is my home.
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6. |
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IHTSYGBILTWYL
Something’s got me so excited baby,
Can’t you see I’m all screwed up inside,
Take your time and walk just like a lady,
Wait an extra minute I got something else in mind,
Turn around and take a bow,
I’ll be watching anyhow,
You got all the tricks right up your sleeve,
I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.
Backing up just gets a little harder,
Now you got me up against the wall,
Taking stock and climbing up the ladder,
Lead the way to midnight, I won’t ever see you fall,
Pirouettes and high-heeled shoes,
Take away my weekday blues,
You got all the tricks right up your sleeve,
I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.
Contemplating curves in the right places,
Sure does give a guy a mighty thirst,
Taking mental pictures as she paces,
Bend over the line cos I think I’m about to burst,
Others see the side of you,
I will take a different view,
You got all the tricks right up your sleeve,
I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.
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7. |
#42
04:20
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#42
I’ve lost the accounts of tribulating times,
The third semester of my so-called life,
Treading the added mile wears thin-souled shoes,
Circling radiates yesterday’s news...
Sometimes you win or lose but, that won’t stop me,
Taking away the times that equal nothing,
Sometimes you pick or choose but, now I’m choosing,
If only the answer was as simple as 42.
I’ve finally found the flaw of long-term love,
The misdemeanour’s falling from above,
Caution the wind to throw my heart-filled sleeve,
Eternally hopeful springs its love on me...
Chorus
I’m counting the days down to delaying death,
The gentle art of speaking my last breath,
Waking the witch opens a strong mind’s eye,
Resting in pieces dreams a lullaby...
Chorus
But I’m a breaking away from what i knew,
Taking a different point of view,
It’s time that I’m, keeping,
But I’m a making a way to find my past,
Bearing the pieces that will last,
It’s time that I’m, me again...
Chorus
Outro
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8. |
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The Musician
I live my life in the nine to five,
Civilized but I’m not satisfied,
Don’t think that I can live much longer,
Knowing my lot in life is stronger,
(But I) feel there’s no illusion,
My destiny’s dying,
(I’m) fed up with confusion,
To myself I’m lying.
And I’m waiting for my time to come,
I’m getting it on now, getting it on now,
And I’m hoping for my first born son,
Setting it up now, setting it up now, yeah…
I work myself through a masquerade,
Educate but I guess it’s too late,
Don’t think I perform this vocation,
Knowing my tuneful occupation.
(But I) feel there’s no illusion,
My destiny’s dying,
(I’m) fed up with confusion,
To myself I’m lying.
And I’m laying down my masterpiece
I’m playing it out now, playing it out now,
And I’m standing on my own two feet,
Sitting it out now, sitting it out now, yeah…
Fingers & thumbs in the right places,
Picking a way through changing paces,
Strumming away to make a living,
Playing to records but I’m changing,
Under the table and dreaming of many things,
Songs in the key of life I am listening,
To all my hopes and fears, take away the tears of a clown,
I need you around, I need you around,
Is there anything wrong, trying to make it?
Is there anything wrong, trying to take it?
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9. |
Red Sky At Night
03:50
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Red Sky At Night
What do you hope for in the morning?
What do you wish for late at night?
Why do your red skies give no warning?
Your shepherding eyes hold no delight.
I can hear you calling calling,
But you’re not listening,
I can see you’re falling falling,
But you’re not digging in,
I can paint a perfect picture,
If you walk through the frame,
I can smell the sweetest success,
But it’s in your name.
Why do you write fortunes of gold dust?
Why do you act so physically?
When will you stage your scene of lust?
Theatrical dreams are destined to be.
When do you think you’ll face your fears?
When do you plan on starting the fire?
Where do you see yourself in five years?
Memories hide in tall desires.
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10. |
Thank You For Listening
05:39
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Thank You For Listening
When the battalions fall,
Hearing the fanfare call,
An answering cry, that I hear in the dead of night,
Take the turrets of war,
Troops rally to soldiering on,
Honesty unseen since the '97 siege on, my life.
Every time, a struggling line,
Forgive me for leaning,
Under the ground, I’m knuckling down,
Correct me for dreaming,
Kick to the curb, an uttering word,
Decision time’s looming but,
I will always follow my heart,
Did I remember, to thank you for listening?
You are my saving grace,
Offering a silver plate, an
Underlying friendship that mystifies the rest of mankind,
Dancing the courtyard green,
Omitting all the boundaries,
You will never know of the place my mind will go to unwind.
One day at a time,
Up-lifting mood of mine, I'm
Caring for the duty of unrelenting beautiful times,
Out of the silhouettes,
Come the best friends yet and,
Keeping me in sanity takes me to the gravity line.
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