1. |
johnsbridgian
03:07
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they'll all be living in a world apart
where the carpet's deeper than their heart
where the battle's lost and one
by the end of your first term
when you realise that the only route
is slipping on a business suit
when you realise that's all there is to learn.
and you can say it ain't me babe
sing that you won't be no one's slave
and stick two fingers to your chapel tower,
but the pond is there to dip your toe
you can always come back out you know
you'll no be stuck there til your final hour.
they'll all be living
in the city
for a year
or maybe two
and then they'll leave it
and then they'll go
and they'll do something
they always wanted to do.
you've got a heart the size of any dear
you got people lining up to hear you
talk and sit and liven up the day
why'd you all wanna go and live in there
that little box the red lie's lair
coaxed by words like women's rights and equal pay
and you can say it ain't me babe
sing that you won't be no one's slave...
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2. |
Smack That
03:57
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3. |
shoes//clothes
05:29
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in case we're not gonna make it through the night
let me make sure that you turn out the light
let me tell you that i'm gonna have the last word
cos i know you, you'll pretend you ain't heard
and baby do i make myself clear
cos i'm already somewhere you can't see me honey
i don't share your fear.
and would you miss your shoes
your expensive clothes
that offhand manner she has when she feels like
she knows
and she knows me
but i
i'd be willing to live in a world
where whatever she says goes
does that require that thing i see
i say 'damn well i wish i had one of those'.
we drink all night
play our silly games
did i get it wrong babe
cos i'm calling you names
we spit and sigh
like this engine's failed
we took a bite babe
but even good bread goes stale
and baby let's just sit
and calm down
cos i'm already somewhere you can't
see me honey
you don't wear me down
you don't wear me down.
but would i miss those shoes
those expensive clothes...
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4. |
exodus bread
03:36
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in the night the world comes to a dead end here
no rooftop piano
no kissing on the pier
you get a short sharp shock with the morning rise
the 'buttery bar' and your weary eyes
some folks go up the road
sitting in the place that looks like prison
all the felicity that flowed you think our
exodus bread had risen.
she doesn't venture outside the bedroom books
she oughta check on the locks
so she doesn't get the looks
they're all pacing around the library floor
eyes glazed on the window
one foot creeping out the door
some folks take on the load
sitting in the place they think is heaven
but there is so long to go
god are we ever gonna get that leaven
and it goes so fast
for you too see
but it leaves the stain
of servility
but to you and me that comes
so naturally
to you and me that comes
so naturally.
we've got one fucked up daughter
one fucked up son
and another little girl
thinks she's the only one to be
feeling like a kept dog without a lead
i say give up the drink babe
give up the weed
sort out the stuff
busy your mind with the future
because a little bit of rough
needn't stop you doing what suits ya
and it goes so fast
for you to see....
and the hundred foot tower turns its back to us all
and they start
and they stammer
and they feel so small
and the ready little boys
with their mortar boards
are filing out the chapel to the
plagal chords:
amen
amen
what a fitting way to end a sunday
all the ways in which we wend
pretend
and suddenly it's monday
and it goes so fast
for you to see...
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5. |
loud
05:08
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6. |
touchtype
02:36
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7. |
fix up, look sharp
02:14
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8. |
upstairs
04:23
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i sit with my back to the wall
i sit with my back to the books
and try to cover my ears
you listen to something crude
you listen to something loud
the whole of north court
hears
are you trying to wear me down?
are you trying move me out?
are you sick of your thorny crown
because your cross ain't much to shout about?
i ain't got much doubt in you.
(now she's upstairs
smoking in front of her fireplace)
she's got me wondering
about the transaction that the two of us
we used to do it from time to time
she's got me living
off of brown brown water
smoke
and cheap cheap wine.
you're crawling into my bed
kiss the neck and face
we're on a roll now, dear
backs against the wall
backs against the noise
it's only us in here
are you trying to make me weak
are you trying to make us fail
are you running before you speak
are you waving the keys to a new jail
i ain't got much doubt in you
(she's so happy now we're not
living in each other's pockets
she's got her own space).
she's got me wondering
about the transaction that the two of us
we used to do it from time to time
she's got me living
off of brown brown water
smoke
and cheap cheap wine
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9. |
late
04:37
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