1. |
Wake Up
03:47
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Wake up, shoes on, log on time to make bread
there's one hungry god who needs to be fed
Come on you pilgrims, shoulders hard to the wheel
live like an island, become your own dream
Because no-one owes you, you owe nobody else
greed is good and so is faith in yourself
And then you can climb all over all the losers
kick them and trick them, tell them how it just proves
how good you are
Preacher, drunk at thee controls you say
there's no way, there is no other way but mine
you must trust my blind god with his hidden hand
there for those who grab the best, and the rest be damned
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2. |
The Last Nail
04:14
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Would it make your grey husk of a soul sing
to hammer home the last nail?
in the coffin there lies all that can't be
reduced to some old cliche
and thrown away
Happy reading, here's your breakfast
doom on paper, brewed up with a
storm in a teacup and sides of lifestyle envy
Found a worldview safe to cling to
found a way to make sure everything I say is so
is so, it says so here too!
Free to be me and wrong
and the ego be damned
and the pig in the sky
says "well done, nice try!"
I'm engaging with the issues
rearranging all my thoughts according to opinions
I'm already sure of
From the safety of my worldview
two and two make five and I can
square all circles freely, leave your logic reeling
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3. |
Monkey's Mouth
04:29
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Holy fakers barrel scrapers
fortune winks at them who take up
fascination with higher stations
snake on ladder never dither slide your slither
When did you discover that people do each other?
they scramble for the big fish, scramble for the pillows
but all this has an ending and there is no extending
time on earth you have
for your plans, for your things
You are like a weather vane
I am like a blank white page
you blow and change in every wind
I often have nothing to say
now here we are in the zoo
see the humans follow
glory stories
from some monkey's mouth
No relying on above
for a nonbeliever
may as well call heads
heads or tails, best of three
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4. |
Love For All The World
04:46
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Don't know when
where or how
don't know why
Don't know much more than
when we lived in the caves
but I get by
And I care, oh yes I care
here in my special chair
there's love for all the world
it's a shame, how can you help them
with a song for yourself
and a 'click this now'
Crisis time
to the left
evil crimes
to the right
From above black rain
down below earthquakes
but I get by
because I never leave
The safety of my chair
I am a tiny king of
no one, so give me peace
I'm feeling good
about feeling bad
and feeling bad about
feeling good
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5. |
Golden Leaves
02:41
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Someone taps your shoulder
so you spin round, oh it's you Dad
how's the next world, when I wake up
will I still know what you told me?
Of the leaves and the wheels and the reasons for love
of the sea and the earth and the people you knew back then
In the old world, making headway
or the best of, or just coasting
different speeds in all directions
endless questions and dissections
Of those leaves and the wheels and the reasons for love
of the sea and the earth and the people who grow all those
golden leaves
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6. |
Temporary Arrangements
03:36
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Wanted
hungry and true believers
in structure and reason
Players
all good team players
willing to do whatever and smile
Rest on a bed of temporary arrangements
earn a crust by temporary arrangement
onwards, upwards, sideways, which way now?
Walking
walking enclosed in headphones
big bombproof headphones
Busy
I'm busy and planning
thinking my way past reason
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7. |
Heavy Head
04:39
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Break the door down
but there's no one in
throw your questions
on the fire
insulation
oh my burning friend
how you need to
be the only flame in the room
Your head is heavy
is it full of all those things they said?
the jibber and the jabber
in a room full of peacocks loosed
to weigh down all your thoughts
does your heavy head need support?
my shoulder is ready
to be a holder for all that stuff
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8. |
Foundation To Fake
03:33
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We grew up tough as weeds, by the side of the A23 some got stuck, some took their leave, and there were those who grew into trees
Jump when they say - how high please? You know the bullies and their awful needs, to rule a realm however small, those tiny kings of dog shit park
Beneath the river and rain
in the land of the blocked up drains
when you say 'hi', give your name
best give nothing else away
Just south of the stagnant pond, under the shade of a plastic palm frond, there's a bench forever known, as the place to go when you're ready to know
About the things that you cannot learn, back in school or the most open home, open mouths, running wild, with open cans on every side
Happy days in a drunken haze, a little self-promotion, careful what you say now
in the park an audition for a thousand stars of a thousand make-or-break productions
and there's a fake nude colony, where they run up all of the emperor's new clothes
so hold the press and fill the page, I confess to zero interest in why you changed your name
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9. |
Who Started This?
04:02
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I'm in love with all the wrong kinds of stuff
filth for the mind and guts and other dumb fluff
I live in you just like the others do
we all hold the same controls but drive our own ways
Here comes a war, just like the ones before
here comes another war, neither one wins
Who started this - you did, we both insist
it seems that we have to fight before we can live
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Piper's Son London, UK
Piper's Son do songs, since 2010 or so. Physical product available from Vacilando '68 Recordings: www.vacilando68.org
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