1. |
The Waffle House Index
09:18
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Wait, there's a big new announcement coming
Sit in your chair with your fingers drumming, patiently in time
We'll make cuts to cuts that we cut to ribbons
Beg for the scraps that you might be given, pay for your crime
Look around, up ahead in the dark
That shimmering light at the end of the tunnel
Is the light of an oncoming train
And if you think that you are going down fast
We can make it faster
Better start hoarding the big disaster's coming your way
When we sell off the shit that we said was sacred
Strip Florence Nightingale bare ass naked
Watch us and pray
That we don't set the hounds on the welfare losers
Start a tsunami of wheelchair users
Circling the drain
Lies and damned lies and statistics
They don't understand
Simple minded, foreluck tuggers
Eating out of the palm of your hand
Well we're making the most of the situation
Tear out the heart of a once great nation
To hell with free and fair elections
They don't get to choose.
When your batshit crazy armed militias raise all kinds of hell
We all lose
Au revior Civil Rights, guess you just don't need em'
Burned on the bonfire that some call freedom . . .
FEMA got a system - a chart they like to pull up
And grade those disasters neatly
If they're still selling pancakes
The grid ain't down completely
A twister tossed my trailer 'bout halfway to Australia
Now I'm sat in the IHOP alone
Maybe someday soon I'm gon' get my life back
But I'll take a little syrup to drown my . . .
Drown my short stack
Now the Orange Messiah's immune to scandal
Breitbart and Bannon and Ayn Rand's vandals
Leading the song
With imflamatory headlines and big, bright pictures
Playing to paranoid curtain-twitchers
What could go wrong?
But in the People's Republic of Cafe Nero
Somebody's snowfalke is someone's hero
Proudly surveying the scene
Now that the transgender bathrooms are clean . . .
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2. |
After Dark
04:51
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I wait for nightfall when the darkness comes around
And make my way without a sound
I walk through nightmare places shutting out the day
And I don't hear a thing that you say
Hiding in shadows I can travel undisturbed
And you don't know the rules of my game
Afraid of daylight, under a canopy of clouds
I find my way back home again
Feeling by instinct I can safely stay
If I wait a moment longer
Will the fire put out the spark
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
After dark . . .
Then in the morning I am dead to all the world
Nothing wakes me from my sleep
I can't imagine what you'd do if were me
The answers are all yours to keep
Just close your eyes and go to sleep now, stay in bed
Forget the world around you, disconnect your head
And while you're sleeping and the night is fading fast
And nothing I can say will make it last
And nothing I can say will make it go away
If I wait a moment longer
Will the fire give up the spark
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
After dark . . .
If I wait a little longer
Will the fire give up the spark
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
After dark . .
After dark . .
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3. |
Being There
07:04
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If I thought it would help
I'd make the bastards realise how great you were
But I know it won't help
The background noise of deathless mediocrity, is way too loud - oh so loud
I couldn't quite believe it, when I heard that you had died
The tabloids said his heart couldn't take the pace
A day or so of reminiscing then it all went very quiet
Now there's no-one left alive to take your place
The man who couldn't find himself submerged beneath the voices
Completely taken over by the role
There was Strangelove, Kite and Quilty
But a host of unwise choices
The genius who couldn't find a soul . . .
What a heavy weight to carry
All the baggage stardom brings
And there's Spike, and Mike and Harry
Always watching from the wings
If I thought it would help
I'd find some better words to process what this means
But I know it won't help
A clueless French detective is all that matters it seems, it seems
All the parties, all the starlets, all the crazy paper talk
Can't drown out Kubrik nailing Kissenger, Mein Fuhrer I can walk!
And when you died you hadn't realised the potential of your life
And there's not much point in saying you had so much more to give
But if it makes it easier I felt so much better for your Being There . . .
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4. |
Cold Comfort
04:32
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Without rhyme or reason you understand nothing at all
You're looking for answers to questions you can't quite recall
Yes it okay
Guess it's alright to be down on your luck
Nothing can hold you they told you, you ate every word
Now you choked on the bittersweet tang of the faintly absurd
Get on your bike, I've got a bridge you can buy if you like
You know, sometimes, the moon looks redder than your eyes
Don't kill anybody yet
When the soles of your preachers are wearing through
There are losers out there who are envying you
But it's all cold comfort now
Nothing can hold you they told you, you ate every word
And you choked on the bittersweet tang of the faintly absurd
Get on your bike, I've got a bridge you can buy if you like
You know, sometimes, the moon looks redder than your eyes
Don't kill anybody yet
When you're running like hell just to catch the train
There are parties onboard who might share your pain
And when the soles of your preachers are wearing through
There are losers out there who are envying you
But it's all cold comfort now
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5. |
Contender
04:30
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You found the money in the Gap bag next to the dope
Now you're showering in the Big House, trying not to pick up the soap
You never had a clue Danny, you little innocent you Danny Boy, well I .....
I wouldn't wanna' scare you needlessly, but that beaut in maximum security
Says that you're his bitch tonight
You stuffed the body down the storm drain out by the bins
Now your brief says he can sort it, but he's pissing in the wind
You should have stayed at home Danny, and never be let out on your own Danny Boy
Well I hope, you're happy here in purgatory, bouncing off the walls in solitary
And you won't get out for years and years
You're gonna' be banged up for life, a repeat offender
Don't come crying to me at night
You could have been a contender. a contender, a contender
Ooh, do you ever dream of going straight, seriously?
Or would you like some more powdered glass in your tea?
Did the screws complain about the noise, when the boys took their liberty?
Well that degree in Social Studies really soaked up the time
You've got yourself a prison visitor groupie, she says she's fascinated by crime
And now you're gonna' nail her, in the conjugal trailer Danny Boy
If your peccadillos go beyond the pale, she can sell the story to the Daily Mail
And you might get out before you die
And when they release you on bail
We'll go on a massive bender
The celebrity too big for jail
And suddenly a contender, a contender, a contender, a contender, a contender, a Contender ....
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6. |
My Little Vampire
08:30
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There was once a time when I, believed that I could get away with anything
And so I tried everything
Then my little vampire came, she looked me up and down and then I do anything
I'd promise her anything
Then she would pierce me, with those ingenue eyes
Oh the tears the silences, the shivering sighs
And the whispered lies
Hold on, now the little vampires come
With their mouths mostly red
They have sucked the life out of someone
I won't spend another night alone
Deep down in my darkest night, I hold this pillow close
I named it after you, look how the tears soak through
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord forgets to take me seriously
They'll say he died of nothing else to do
Oh but don't let it get to you
The angels that I see, are here for me
Hold on, now the little vampires come
With their mouths mostly red
They have sucked the life out of someone
I won't spend another night alone
I said I'd paint the sky for you
Oh I said I'd do it just like Bob Ross'd do
Titanium white for the happy little clouds
Cadmium yellow and maybe
Just maybe, a touch of alizarin crimson
The feelgood story of the year
Died with the telling, there are no winners here
Same as ever I fear
Hold on, now the little vampires come
With their mouths mostly red
They have sucked the life out of someone
I won't spend another night alone
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7. |
No Idea
05:13
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I still recall what I was going through
Brings me out in a cold sweat
There must be some way to beat this
But i haven't found it yet
Starting to panic
Where's my deodorant?
Please God don't let it rain
I had a shower, I lost my razor
I had a shower again
And I don't know what it means to you
The facts are there to see
And I don't know what it means to you
Or what you feel
Meaning to make a good impression
I will change the way I look
Can't bring myself to face a mirror
In case my ego comes unstuck
No good at small talk, making advances
I don't know where to start
I'm wrapped too tight, for taking chances
My head still rules my heart
And I don't know what it means to you
The facts are there to see
And I don't know what it means to you
Or what you feel, for me
I sat and talked about myself all night
Just like treading water
Lost in a coma of romance
I was drowned in caution
I should have noticed, and moved in closer
No matter how I tried
My better angels comspired against me
My hands remained at my side
And I don't know what it means to you
The facts are there to see
And I don't know what it means to you
Or what you feel
But it's not so simple
If you don't remember this
A miss is just a miss
A lie, a lie
Better not ask why
I've just got No Idea
I've just got No Idea
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8. |
English Electric
05:52
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Well it might not turn out like we planned
But that's something we already know
A case of supply and demand
But there's no-one demanding another show
We crept out of the bedroom and into the streets
Thinking nothing could get in our way
But we don't get the cynics up out of their seats
Who listens to fools like us anyway
The rest of the world can go hide it's head in the sand
I don't care about that
Cos it's English electric and wired to the boys in the band
Well it feels like a white knuckle ride
But I'm certain we're dragging our feet
And the last thing to go is the pride
Then the long, screaming nosedive that ends in defeat
From the van to the stage, to the deathless indifference
That passes round here for a crowd
From the stage to the van to the tandoori chicken hey
Rock 'n' roll, shout it out loud
The rest of the world are circling round our last stand
I don't care about that
Cos it's English, electric and wired to the boys in the band
Soon we'll be coming to your town, sweeping the nation
Not noticably trapped, or weighed down by expectation
I could have been someone, but I was having fun
Oh the cool pyrotechnics and indifferent summers
Like punk never happened, and too many drummers . . .
From the van to the stage, to the deathless indifference
That passes round here for a crowd
From the stage to the van to the tandoori chickenhey,
rock 'n' roll, shout it out loud
The rest of the world are circling round our last stand
I don't care about that
Cos it's English, electric and wired to the boys in the band
It's English, electric and wired to the boys in the band
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9. |
Welcome Home
04:08
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Well we eat too much and drink a lot
But it's more than you deserve
We can get you anything you like
If you feel you need the service
Is he really English? Wow that's neat
wow that's neat, would you like to know my feelings?
'cos i know what colour paint they used on a hundred bedroom ceilings
I suspected my morality
Was about to suffer fataly
He's our latest conversation piece,
Isn't life full of surprises?
But he won't learn to enjoy himself
So we'll teach him all our vices
When I took your breakfast up
I nearly dropped the tray
You only wore a telling smile so I ran the other way
This freedom's way too much for me
I just can't handle this depravity
Now nectar to you is poison to me
I'm socially paralyzed and partially hypnotised
Waiting for the plane
Welcome Home
I've witnessed all my fantasies
Performed before my very eyes
It's everyday reality, prosperity's normality
They tell me it's too soon to tell
I haven't got a hope in hell
Now nectar to you, is nectar to me
'cos once you get used to it
You develop a taste for it
I'm taking my leave, I'm packing my case
The English on foreign shores
I'm missing the cricket scores
I suppose I can't complain
Welcome Home
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10. |
This Great Adventure
12:58
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It’s a strange kinda dreamin’, there’s a girl in my head, and she’s tellin’ me what to do
She says I gotta wake up, pulls my head from the sand, it’s time to be a man, not a fool
But the rain falls, .. the phone calls, and my thread unwinds, and I hold my hands to the sky
And I sit and I watch and I wait, I put my mind to it all, and I sing my twelve bore blues
It’s an odd kinda feelin’, that girl’s here again, she keeps tellin’ me more to do
She says I gotta grow some, take my life in my hands, I know what she says, it’s all true
I call this great adventure, my perfect world, if only that were true
It’s no small thing I grind my, perfect mind
Pour me another one, you can pour me another one
I call this dream I hide in, my ideal life, and I know what to do
One day soon I’ll find the, perfect time
Pour me another one, call me a cab again
And I would swap the next ten years to jump back twenty, with the knowledge I have now, well I have no regrets, maybe just one or two
Somewhere in every nation, there's a voice in the crowd, and it's telling you what to do,
Take the whole congregation and the whole of your life, deep down you know that it’s you
And the rain falls, the phone calls, and I talk this time, then I hold my hands to the sky
And I sit and I watch and I wait, I put my mind to it all, and I sing my twelve bore blues
I call this great adventure my perfect girl, (yes) she tells me what to do
Even when I go to ground or fall down
She pours me another one, She pours me another one, She gets in my head again, Call me that damn cab again,
And I would swap the next ten years to jump back twenty, with the knowledge I have now. I have no regrets, well maybe just two
See me run, see me hide, catch me when I fall
Watch me wake, watch me sleep, catch me when I fall
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