1. |
Go Home People
03:54
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You should be ashamed and
You should feel guilty
You just stand there staring
With mouths open wide
Leave them alone it’s none of your business
And go home people, there’s nothing to see
And if this is how you entertain yourselves
I can see just how you’ve
Messed it up so well
No ideas, no thoughts of your own
All you people, go back home
Only good at making babies
And destroying houses, and ruining homes
I haven’t had a chance to clean it
So don’t go in there, there’s nothing to see
(chorus)
We all make mistakes
But you make it a habit
It’s all so easy
But you don’t understand
Unaware of what’s been happening
So if you don’t want to know
Then look away now
(chorus)
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2. |
Empty
05:17
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I make my way down to the brig
With memories not my own
Of days gone by when blackened men
Left anxious ones at home
Caught up in the romance
Of this ancestry of mine
The empty hills resounding with
Refrains of Auld Lang Syne
I hardly noticed how the time
Easily slipped away
‘Til I heard my father’s voice
Upon that fateful day
How easy to explain away
The endless time which fills our days
‘Cause in the end we’ll face the fact
That our lives were full of useless things
It is too late to say
‘I’ll come again another day’
When our loved ones die
I never knew him well enough to shed a tear
Instead I stayed inside my comfort
And behind my fear
Fear of finding out my thoughts
Were empty of the truth
Now I wish I’d given him
Some more time from my youth
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3. |
M1
04:36
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M1 all the way
I’ve got to make it pay
Where I’m going
The lights can’t be too bright
Luton, almost there
The ring road is coming up here
Where I’m going
The lights can’t be too bright
I can’t get enough of it tonight
Offers like rain
Choke up my ears
From the people who feign
The closeness of peers
Space filled in
Brain packed out
No desire within
My face is cracked with doubt
Break down, not all there
Break down on the stage
In this place
The lights are just too bright
And when I bury my head
In my pillow tonight
The same thoughts will be
Running through my mind
I’m never gonna make it here
I’m never gonna make it here
I’m never gonna make it here
M1 all the way
Wakefield, almost there
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4. |
Prism
04:05
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Prism hanging from the window frame
Sorting colours into different names
Lilac kisses of the morning lips
Emerald green the envy of the others
Every colour so defined
By the time, the angle
Or the strength of light
When the light comes down
And we’ve gathered ‘round
We’ll all see that light
From different sides
Indigo the man with his guitar
On a yellow moon that’s setting with the stars
Scarlet sun is waiting in the wing
Canary in her cage begins to sing
Every colour so defined
By the time, the angle
Or the strength of light
When the light comes down
And we’ve gathered ‘round
We’ll all see that light
From different sides
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5. |
Secret Plans
02:43
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I’ll make the lines, as cryptic as I like
‘Cause you don’t need to understand them
You’ll give the sign, in your own good time
I’ll just make sure that I am watching
I blew the lighthouse bulb
The stowaways are in the hold
I stole the secret plans
And watched them slip right through my hands
You look so bored, I hope that you’re insured
For all the damage that I’ve caused you
I can’t be home, in case my cover’s blown
You won’t believe the risk I’m taking
I saved the human race
Solved the crime and closed the case
Don’t have to like myself
It’s easier being someone else
Keep wearing black, in case I don’t come back
In case that everything’s for nothing
I’ll find the answers to
Why we are here and what we must do
I’ll clear away the doubt
Of what our lives are all about
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6. |
Dawn
05:13
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The humming of the falling snow
Pulls you from sleep
Downstairs into the kitchen
You are only just beginning
You wipe the steam off of the window
You grind some coffee
A flake of falling snow
Only just beginning
To see through the window
A blank slate is written in the sky
And we will rise
Into the night
The naked light
Burning bright
But you will not turn away
Your spinning in your bathrobe
Your slippers
And the snow dissolves away
You are only just beginning
The unpaid bills
The family feuds
They wash away
Connect the snow to sky
Only just beginning
To see through the window
A blank slate is written in the sky
And you will fly
Into the night
The naked light
Burning bright
But you will not turn away
But you will not turn away
You could spin ‘round and ‘round
Turnin’ away
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Tea Thieves Budapest, Hungary
It all started in a tea house in Budapest called CD-fű, where Todd Moore had been performing solo. There he was joined by
Jamie Howell, who carved out a different dimension with his electrical interpretations of Moore's songs, making them new again.
It was the with the arrival of bassist Michael Kentish weeks later and then drummer Scott Finlayson that the creative fusion was complete.
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