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Safe Word
03:36
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Dear, give me your safe word
And don’t ever use it in vain
Then everything, everything, everything
Won’t be same
I’m on tenterhooks for your tender left hooks
And you’ll never be getting the blame
Darling, conjur a safe word
And Don’t you dare tell a soul
It may be a bitch to have such a switch
When there’s fun in losing control
I really don’t mind when you stop being kind
And it coincides with being your goal
Dear, give me your safe word
And don’t ever use it in vain
Then everything, everything, Won’t be same
Then everything, everything, Won’t be same
Then everything, everything, Won’t be same
Again
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What once was a village and now is a town
Equipped with broadband for all to go round
The buses are poor but the by-road is great
By the misinformation housing estate
Lies become alternative facts
They don’t mind the asians, but don’t like the blacks
Opinions impassioned, but the talk isn’t straight
On the misinformation housing estate
Bodies on beaches across the Med
Better not be there when I’m on me sunbed
Where perspective is skewed
And fear gestates
On the misinformation housing estate
They know nothing about the Germans and French
But think it’s a scandal seeing Rooney on the bench
All on a mission to make Britain great
In the misinformation housing estate
That kid in the school with the funny surname
Should find himself sent back to from whence he came
‘Cause now it’s OK to spew out the hate
In a misinformation housing estate
A rose tinted view of a nostalgic era
Your knee jerking votes won’t bring it nearer
And you realise this when it’s clearly too late
In the misinformation housing estate
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When you wake up in the morning
Do you deny going to sleep the night before?
Getting cosy with the truth and a terrible lie
You’re giving me insomnia
Watch for that bus reversing
It don’t go beep beep, it don’t flash the lights, it makes no sound
With a pint of ale a plastic smile and a plastic flag
None of its recyclable
Don’t tell such dreadful lies
You know it’s no surprise
That everybody hates you
They won’t believe you
Even when you tell the truth
Is this what you call your calling?
The truth gets whittled down to pencil shavings on the floor
And each and every occurrence is another last time
You’d better shape up if you need a man
Check the methods you’re employing
Like the cat litter that’s kicked across the floor
With a swish of the tail and a similar smell
And a bonus for your loyalty
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4. |
Cut It Out
04:23
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No second note
When one is all I wrote
Cut it out
When the cymbal trills
The backbeat and the fills
Cut it out
Like a tear drop in the rain
Sometimes you don’t need to explain
If you can whisper what you shout
You can surely cut it out
Put it all to waste
And leave an empty space
Cut it out
Where you’d once submit
Then do the opposite
Cut it out
You see, I don’t need anything
When I’ve got you and a voice to sing
If you can whisper what you shout
You can surely cut it out
No reason for the noises
Make the music stop
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Like a hand that grips my heart and yanks me back again
I’m running 10 steps down the street and i hear you call my name
Abandoned meetings and appointments scattered through the day
Like a willing prisoner who just can’t get away
You make me late for everything
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6. |
The Observer
05:14
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Despite what you have seen, despite what you have heard
I watch you from the side and I do not say a word
Look back in my history if you don’t recall
The mob will have sufficent proof to put me to the wall
A sympton of our times a sympton of our age
We hardly hear the grumbles that are drowned out by the rage
But I choose to watch things happen, I choose to watch the crowd
And I’ll keep my own opinions. Never say them out aloud
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Chippington
02:25
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I met him while in Australia
He had a love for electronica
He knew that the zebra crossing sound
Was from Orbital and that made him very proud
As it should
And it would
If I only could
Know that kinda nerdy stuff too
He said that he was going to play bowls
But I misheard and thought he said that he was going bald
Thought it was strange to talk about your hair
When you reach a certain age I guess we stop to care
And he did
Yes he did
Shaved it and was rid
Never spoke about it once again
One day on Facebook he told us he was sick
I didn’t know what to say so I thought an emoji would do the trick
They put him in a hospital for tests
I hope you know that everyone wishes you the best
Cause they do
Yes it’s true
And everyone should too
Need more of the decent guys like you
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8. |
Lines
02:46
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The lines that you may want replaced
Are actually the same lines that make you ace
A reminder of happy times
And what kind of story doesn’t have some lines
Don’t force the gravity against its will
We can’t afford to pay the surgeon’s bill
So….
Lines that guide away your tears
They’re not your battlescars of countless years
I don’t want a plastic toy
I haven’t played with Barbies since I was a boy
Watch the eyebrows get a little higher
As the faces melt in front of a two bar fire
So…
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9. |
Munich 1979
03:49
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10. |
One Way Trip To Mars
03:08
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Take me with you
Make some room for me
Take me with you
Let the others be
For they’ve all gone insane
And I’d rather not remain
So take a seat
Admit defeat
Take a one-way trip to Mars
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We Are OK Amsterdam, Netherlands
We Are OK is Amsterdam based musician/composer Matt J Brown.
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