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Anti-Leader League
03:34
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I am the head of the Anti-Leader League, follow me
You will see that we've got all that we need
but it's going to cost us, so please dig deep
for the Anti-Leader League
I am the king of the Kids for Change Brigade, we've got it made
Because we know only kids can show the way
With just a little guidance so they don't go astray
The kids for change brigade
Oh I will sacrifice my time
just take a badge and stand in line
and let me show them you can shine
I'll strike a blow against the world economy
No need to bow before the market's tyranny
And if you buy my pamphlet I'm sure you will agree
It's only four pound seventy
Oh I'll defend the weak who cannot fight
I'll write a song for women'd rights
If you will sleep with me tonight
You're great, oh let me see your natural state
the only way to liberate
but you could stand to lose some weight
You like our style and we can swear we'll never stop
Cos we've been told that we're the next big thing in pop
and if we tone it down some we could reach the top
So we'll keep going till we drop.
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2. |
Lie Easy
03:45
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Morning goes ponderously by on boots made of lead
Thundery and ominous the sky is filling my head
and I need this storm to burst, violently
Ease the pressure in my bones
And no-one is ever as they seem in this place
Figures are swallowed in the green, I can't see the faces
or hear the whispered words, splintering
leaves and branches, roots and stems
Lady, I deserted you
even though I promised to be true
promised you and then ran away
Creeping across continents
One day you will whisper in my ear
"Your heart is opening, lie easy
"Stay here, you have no choice, lie easy,
"This is your resting place, lie easy here,
"You're in the jungle to stay!"
Ten years and many miles away I think I'm okay
Sodium and neon light the way, night turns to day
and routine's a sword and shield, comforting,
Guard against the life we knew
But cracks in the calendar appear and memory shines through
evenings in Puerto Maldonado, South-East Peru
and you're there before my eyes, beckoning
Reaching out with leaves of green
Lady, I deserted you
even though I promised to be true
promised you and then ran away
Creeping across continents
One day you will whisper in my ear
"Your heart is opening, lie easy
"Stay here, you have no choice, lie easy,
"This is your resting place, lie easy here,
"You're in the jungle to stay here
"You have no choice, lie easy
"Creepers around your limbs, lie easy,
"This is your resting place, lie easy here,
"You're in the jungle to stay!"
Lady I deserted you even though I promised to be true
Promised you and then ran away
Crashing across continents
one day you will holler in my ear
"Lie easy!
"Stay here you have no choice, lie easy
"Creepers around your heart, lie easy here,
"You're in the jungle to stay."
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Love-15
02:56
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Well it was love-15 at the start of the day
because I hadn't swept the floor or put the washing away
I had to gain some ground, had to gain it fast
so I recalled an anniversary that you'd let pass
Well the look in your eyes said you couldn't be beat
and then you breast-fed the baby and I couldn't compete
And things we used to do for love,
now we do for advantage
long ago we spoke as one
now it's a different language
As we walked down the road I took your arm
so the world could bask in my selfless charm
When our friends came round you wouldn't get off my knee
and when tempers flared it got blamed on me
Well I wrote you a song about how I feel
and you fought right back with a three course meal
Andf things we used to do for love
now we do for advantage
long ago we spoke as one
now it's a different language
But once in a while we both call time
put down our weapons, shake hands on the line
and your eyes, your smiling eyes meet mine
and I like that, I like that fine.
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4. |
God Forgotten
03:41
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Our God is good is what you said
as you dragged me to Kirk
He’s with you in your daily play
and in my life and work
If God’s sae good, why did he tak’
the very stuff you are
and leave you like the guttering flame
on a candle in a jar?
For forty years you lived as one
you pair gave life to me
You brought me up to worship Him
the point I couldnae see
My Feyther’s house you tramped around
in row ‘pon row ‘pon row
Not knowing why you poured the tea
and my cup overflowed
You gave your time, you gave your soul
You gave your energy
You gave belief in that good God
and a wider family
But did they care? Ach, did they hell
Your true friends could be seen
And as the mist swirled through your mind
good God became a dream
The small domestic tragedies,
tsunamis, famines, war
It’s said they’re sent to test our faith
My faith’s been tested sore
Why should a feyther treat his weans
as if he didnae care?
A loving god would stop the pain,
I think he isnae there
He’s vanished in thin air
Or he doesnae really care.
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5. |
Sense of Wonder
04:21
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Susi sees angels, here and there
Magical creatures are everywhere
Well I canny see them, I try and look twice
I kind of regret that - it must be nice, but I think
Why should I personify my sense of wonder, sense of wonder
Laugh beneath a starlit sky with my sense of wonder, my sense of wonder
Ewan sees reason in everything
Knows you can measure pieces of string
and he is my brother, I love and respect
And proof of the other we’ve never found yet, but I think
Why should I categorize my sense of wonder, sense of wonder
Laugh beneath a starlit sky with my sense of wonder, my sense of wonder
And I salute you, one and all,
who’ve seen the light, who’ve heard a call
I’ll not dispute what you have seen
I’m just not certain what you mean
Susi’s a human, as sweet as can be
And magic or not she’s amazing to me
And whether we’re born here blessed or alone
I hope that her angels will see her home
But still think
Why should I personify my sense of wonder, sense of wonder
Laugh beneath a starlit sky with my sense of wonder, my sense of wonder
Why should I categorize my sense of wonder, my sense of wonder
Laugh beneath a starlit sky with my sense of wonder, my sense of wonder
My sense of wonder.
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6. |
Global Scale
03:44
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I was doing my recycling there in the pouring rain
chasing bits of paper that had dropped and blown away
Pushing empty bottles in an overflowing bin
Jumping at the buzzing of the bees and flies within
Sorting out the cardboard from the empty cans of pop
When a great big BMW came skidding to a stop right there
There appeared a suited man, a grin from ear to ear
“You think you’re doing good, my friend,” he told me with a sneer
“But really the environment is out of your control
“When the Indians and the Chinese use a billion tonnes of coal
“And countries use resources like they’re going out of style
“So your poxy little efforts here can only make me smile
“I’m thinking on a global scale, on a global scale,
“It ain’t no crime
“To think upon a global scale, on a global scale,
“Don’t waste your time!”
I tried to shake him off and so I headed down the street
I had to buy some coffee, tea and chocolate for a treat
I always check the labels just to see where things are made
And I try and buy organic and I try and buy fair-trade
But as I cast my eye across the supermarket shelf
Who should rear his head but BMW himself, right there
“You poor, deluded fool,” he said, “you canny make a dent;
“The folks that you are helping, they’re, like, 0.1 per cent
“Money makes the world go round whatever you may buy
“And you canny make a difference so you may as well not try
“market economics trump your conscience every time,
“And look - I’m buying Nestle and I get along just fine!
“I’m thinking on a global scale, on a global scale,
“It ain’t no crime
“To think upon a global scale, on a global scale,
“Don’t waste your time!”
I said, “My friend, your thoughtful words have cut me to the quick,
“You’ve shown that I’ve been acting like a sentimental prick
“How foolish and how gullible to try and do my bit
“When the world is full of millions who couldny give a shit
“And since you’ve been so thoughtful as to show me what is true
“Well, I have a proposition that is specially for you, just you.
“The Congolese, Iraqis, Afghans, Sudanese and more
“Are slaughtering each other in an endless global war
“And governments will subsidise the peddlers of death
“Who sit back and count the fortune made from every dying breath
“So, though I’d call for peace, it won’t do any good at all
“And it won’t make any difference if I boot you in the balls
“I’m thinking on a global scale, on a global scale,
“Is that what you mean?
“Thinking on a global scale, on a global scale,
“You don’t seem too keen!
“Thinking on a global scale, on a global scale,
“It’s not my job
“To think upon a global scale, on a global scale,
“So kindly shut yer gob.”
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7. |
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Well, it’s funny how quickly things change
What seems certain goes fast out of range
and it’s hard not to wonder just who was to blame
As if that makes a difference at all
Things get broken - that, we all know
You can cry or think “Where should I go?”
There is always someone with a light that’ll show
And a heart that could cushion your fall
Here comes the cavalry, the army of friends
To judge and advise you on justified ends
To hell with the horses, to hell with the men
You’re putting yourself back together again
Well there’s love and there’s lust and there’s sex
One thing one day is not that the next
When we’re not messing up, well we’re trying our best
It’s a wonder we’ve lasted so long
You can fret over games that were played
And regret the mistakes that were made
But this crap from the past will just stand in you way
you’ve a life to be lived, right or wrong
Here comes the cavalry, the army of friends
To judge and advise you on justified ends
To hell with the horses, to hell with the men
You’re putting yourself back together again
So things may be awkward here and there, now
Disapproving glances, icy stares now
Got to wonder why you’d even care, now,
Life is waiting
Here comes the cavalry, the army of friends
To judge and advise you on justified ends
To hell with the horses, to hell with the men
You’re putting yourself back together again
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8. |
Shakkin' Briggie
03:56
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Below the shakkin’ briggie, the bonnie Dee
rumbles and remembers a mystery
wait, wait - the water’s freezing and the river’s in spate
don’t go, don’t go swimming
down below the shakkin’ briggie,
this time of year
broken-hearted Mary, she disappeared
gone, gone, for want of loving from her faithless John
they say she lies waiting
down below the shakkin’ briggie
the waters dark
canny still the beating of her jealous heart
rage, rage, the jilted woman has a war to wage
you fool, don’t go swimming down below.
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Flower in the 60s
02:05
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Well it wasn’t much fun being a flower in the 60s,
Picked and plucked by a bunch of old hippies
to decorate their technicolour nonsense as you withered up
And whatever you think about the cloud-blown kisses,
the smiles, the styles and the noble wishes,
image fought with substance and it kicked her in the shin
And do you really think that your mother and I
would be far better people if we still got high?
If we walked around baring bums and bits
If we tried to make lasagne tripping off our tits?
And not much wanting to do your homework
does not constitute a political statement
nor does agonising over what your mate meant
when he said you were square
So you can turn down Dylan and the Grateful Dead
and come and help me do the washing up instead
remember, I saw Hendrix play when he was alive
and I can still get your dinner on the table for half past five
And so I cut my hair and I shaved my moustache, it’s
not a sure sign that I became a fascist
If you really want to give peace a chance
why don’t you shut your face and help me water the plants
Cos it wasn’t much fun being a flower in the 60s
picked and plucked by a bunch of old hippies
to decorate their technicolour nonsense
as you withered up and died.
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10. |
Something You Can Use
04:02
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He scribbles in the corner of a smoky, crowded room
when suddenly, beside him, she steps out of the gloom
He tells her he’s a poet and poets need regret
She grins and tells him, “Baby, you’re lucky that we met!
“Cos I could be your tragedy
“I could light that fuse
“I could give you such agony,
“I’ll give you something you can use!”
Well he drops his little notebook and leaves it where it lies
skewered on her beauty and the madness in her eyes
His heart begins to tumble, his head begins to spin
he says, “Whatever you were thinking, you can count me in!
“Cos you could be my fantasy
“You could be my muse,
“You could give me such ecstasy
“You’ll give me something I can use!”
But he can’t see signals she is sending, got his head in the sand
He thinks he’s in for a happy ending - where’s the poetry in that?
Well she ties him to the bedpost and cuts him till he bleeds
And she drags him round the country like a dog upon a lead
But then as quickly as she came there he wakes to find her gone
And now he howls at her absence in the murky early dawn
“You have caused me such misery,
“Cruelty and abuse,
“You have crushed my humanity,
“But gave me something I can use!”
Now he curses her existence and he murders her in rhyme
but though she dies in every poem, she lives in every line.
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11. |
Poor Soul
04:01
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In the garden, there you stand,
As still as any stone
With a trowel in your hand
And a heart that’s all alone
You’ve been digging up the weeds
But still they grow back in
As in your heart there grows the need
To fill the void within
Poor soul, anyone can see you’re hurting
Gazing to the stars
Hold on, only thing we know for certain
is here we are
First comes Adam, then comes Jack
They’re knocking on your door
With an information pack
And the promise of much more
Well presented, so polite
And still behind their eyes
They will lead you to the light
And guard you from the lies
Poor soul, anyone can see you’re hurting
Gazing to the stars
Hold on, only thing we know for certain
is here we are
And your sadness is a landing light
for those who claim the keys
They will salvage you with good and right
and bring you to your knees
Anyone can spin a yarn
of things we can’t conceive
Some do good and some do harm
and all are make-believe
On your own or with a guide
you’ll find your way somehow
Well here’s a song to hold inside -
we love you, here and now
Poor soul, anyone can see you’re hurting
Gazing to the stars
Hold on, only thing we know for certain
is here we are
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It’s raining cobwebs, stretching hours
Into refracted gossamer showers
Space invaders, struggle onwards
Records winding ever downwards
Time is bending moving slowly
Pool balls melting, snooker holy
All the drinkers are talking Slovak
Head translating all the small talk
Lights are pulsing time is bending
silent faces message sending
It’s raining cobwebs, stretching hours
Into refracted gossamer showers
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13. |
Gonna Find You
03:54
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I like wonder and I like tradition when taught for what it is
I’m not so keen on folks without permission trying to sell stuff to my kids
Well okay it’s important history, the last 2,000 years
But tens of thousands more of total mystery,
has that just disappeared?
There’s folks who’ll try to tell you that religion’s a thing you can’t attack
If I’m a statue baby they’re the pigeons who shit all down my back
Cos my choice to draw my own conclusions was stalled on a Sunday more
An image branded by an institution and it gets you from the day you’re born
and it follows you
Hey boy, don’t kid yourself you might think you’ve got away
But we’re gonna find you wherever you run to
and we don’t need your faith cos when we’re inside your head we’re there to stay
I seek a country where the past can’t hurt you and no-one plays that game
Try and cultivate a life of virtue not built on guilt and shame
But each time I think I’ve got it mastered, my own clear path to see
Who blocks my path but that big bearded bastard, saying Hey, remember me,
did you think I’d gone?
Hey boy, don’t kid yourself you might think you’ve got away,
but I’m gonna find you wherever you run to
and I don’t need your faith cos when I’m inside your head I’m there to stay.
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14. |
Spiral Away
04:46
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Time to re-think the self image again
boyfriend to husband to daddy and then
the babies to boys and the boys into men
We’ll watch it all spiral away
Heart tries to grasp what the hand can’t control
I’ll take this confusion deep into my soul
then I crawl to Newcastle with a sack-full of coal
and watch it all spiral away
Three times I call your name
Fourth time you hear me
Come confusion can’t complain
I love you dearly
Shadows appear when you walk in the light
You find out what’s wrong just by doing what’s right
It seems kind of pointless but still we all fight
To watch it all spiral away
Yes I have loved you, yes I have lost
Yes I have wished that our paths never crossed
But I will stay with you whatever the cost
and watch it all spiral away
Three times I call your name
Fourth time you hear me
Come confusion can’t complain
I love you dearly
Beaten and hurt and abandoned until
You swear it’s the last time life gets you, but still
You’re rolling that boulder right back up the hill
to watch it all spiral away
Look for the truth but the truth doesn’t tell
You’re still where you landed the last time you fell
But people with answers are boring as hell
So watch it all spiral away.
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Formed as The Geese in 2008, transformed into The Razorbills in 2012. Upbeat, lyrical, satirical and passionate, this acoustic five-piece outfit are putting their many, MANY years of experience to good musical use and invite you to put aside childish things and join them in the toe-tapping twilight of hard-won wisdom. ... more
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