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These New Communications
04:24
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Soothsayers lied, they said we'd find these new communications something fine
But it turns out we fight most often every night
So what you trying to do?
Signal to the man in the moon?
Indicate your charity to each and every devil and dude?
What's that I'm hearing you say?
'Culture is a thing that we make, and ours is like the biggest mistake,
Compromise is phony, full surrender only,
Worship me and tell me I'm great'
Trapped in a web with words we said in silent conversations before bed
And it turns out it's true, all the kids are at it too
So what you trying to do?
Signal to the man in the moon?
Indicate your charity to each and every devil and dude?
What's that I'm hearing you say?
'Culture is a thing that we make, and ours is like the biggest mistake,
Compromise is phony, full surrender only,
Worship me and tell me I'm great'
Just when you think you've had enough of the politics of the situation someone comments and spoils it for you,
Just when you think that you're on the brink of a thawing of tensions, the president's mentioned
So what you trying to do?
Signal to the man in the moon?
Indicate your charity to each and every devil and dude?
What's that I'm hearing you say?
'Culture is a thing that we make, and ours is like the biggest mistake,
Compromise is phony, full surrender only,
Worship me and tell me I'm great'
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2. |
Rainy Days in June
03:24
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A bit of food and a place in the sun and the space to get older too,
With a permit to park my car I won’t go far it’s true,
People say I’m silly to be sitting on my own,
They’re going to a party but I’d rather be at home
Rainy Days in June but I’m making the best of it,
I’m a half way through this hardback and I long to get on to the rest of it,
Rainy Days in June, with nothing to worry me and there’s no one I need to see and nowhere important to go…
But god knows I remember there were hundreds of people and so I’m ashamed
That I took to my heels and slipped away
People say I’m silly to be sitting on my own,
They’re going to a party but I’d rather be at home
Rainy Days in June but I’m making the best of it,
I’m a half way through this hardback and I long to get on to the rest of it,
Rainy Days in June, with nothing to worry me and there’s no one I need to see, don’t speak to me, won’t hear a single thing that you say…
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How did I end up getting involved in the very existence I planned on avoiding?
Wendy was a writer with talent,
Then she fell in love and now she’s married to Alan,
And all that Wendy writes are her letters to Sharon
Sharon shares a similar sense of resentment,
For her love she’s moving to a town that she’s not even heard of
But anyway, anyway, they get to go abroad on holiday...
There’s a spider in my bed, imagine that, imagine that,
Though he sits and he stares that creepy crawly doesn’t answer back, answer back,
Looks at me as if he knows the answer to the question that I pose…
How did I end up getting involved in, the very existence I planned on avoiding?
Now Wendy wishes things had been different and Sharon shuttles kids to the pictures
Though it’s hardly the worst situation on Earth,
There’s a perishing of cherished things and memories are blurred...
But anyway, anyway, they get to go abroad on holiday...
There’s a spider in my bed, imagine that, imagine that,
Though he sits and he stares that creepy crawly doesn’t answer back, answer back,
Looks at me as if he knows the answer to the question that I pose…
There’s a spider in my bed (how did I end up getting involved in?)
There’s a spider in my bed (the very existence I planned on avoiding)
There’s a spider in my bed (how did I end up getting involved in?)
There’s a spider in my bed (the very existence I planned on avoiding)
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4. |
Don't Send Me Messages
03:51
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Have you seen my photos, they just went up
I took the time to pose with drugged up tigers, so if you'd like it that would mean a lot
These kind of people keep on driving me mad, so I'm away to live in fuzzy old fashioned lands, won't you take me by the hand
I don't know where, never been there, I don't know why can't you see,
I'm all on my own, and I'm out of the crowd, far away from the loudest zones,
And I'm happy to be so don't
Have you met my electronic self
I worry that he's damaging my electronic health
This kind of thinking isn't thinking at all, so I'm away to where there's no one around me to call
I don't know where, never been there, I don't know why can't you see,
I'm all on my own, and I'm out of the crowd, far away from the loudest zones,
And I'm happy to be so don't
Send me messages, I won't, see your messages, please know, I never meant to be rude
Suggest that I was better than you are
It's in your head, it knows you well, it understands your mind as well
I know you think you're thinking for yourself
But the truth of the scene, you're in the machine
Send me messages I won't, see your messages please don't,
Send me messages I won't...
Send me messages, I won't, see your messages please don't,
Send me messages I won't, see your messages please don't,
Send me messages I won't, see your messages please don't,
Send me messages I won't...
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5. |
BRB
03:59
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My love, since when,
Moved on, so now I pretend,
Does anybody know yer name?
Hand inside a glove, spitting image of you,
Baby it’s true,
Automated and factory demand too,
What should I do?
And as I look long and hard in the mirror,
The mirror hung on the wall,
It doesn’t feel like there’s anyone left,
And I see nothing at all
My love, it seems,
Is like a hologram that plays on repeat,
Coz I fell for this torment,
And it’s not like real life when we try to pretend,
Does anybody know yer name?
Hand inside a glove, spitting image of you,
Baby it’s true,
Automated and factory demand too,
What should I do?
And as I sail by myself down the river,
Collecting memories before,
The river runs to the edge of the sea,
I know I’ll never be sure
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Barbara Brighton, UK
Sweet pair of brothers from Brighton writing legendary songs including many a nice chord and a glut of cheeky harmonies to boot.
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