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Pages
03:39
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Anti-ethereal
No to imperial
I need some new material
To real-life story you
The gory euphoria
An aria for how far you are
From figuring me out
Out
Off with his head
They said I’m wicked
Deceitful
Confess all of my evil
Spin-off
Sequel
No equal
Cleavers deceive us
Leave us pitiful and pitfalls
He stalls
Give us a minute
I’ll give you a minute
And I’ll put a rhyme in it
This dynasty’s finished
This affinity for angry young men
Hung men
Now and then
Grown men tell the death knell
With their
Oh well, I did my best
And look where it got you
Lesser of two lesser
Regressor, depressor
Upset second guesser
Yes sir, regret is forever
And I’m no saint
In my prose and in my paint
I’m coming of age
Cater for all ages
Children in cages
Locked in parents’ rages
Outrageous
Take a leaf out of my book
I’m writing the pages
I’m writing the pages
I’m writing the pages
I’m writing the pages
From history
My diary
Unauthorised biography
Reveals he feels so much
Steals a chance
Glance little else but little hells
You know so well what sells
Enemy memories
Easy does what it takes
To be free
Feel
Fall to stand
Will you ever understand what is a man
Also-ran
All so grand ambitions
Politicians erupt
Write a book
Wish us luck
You’re gonna need it
You’re gonna need it
Repeat it
Defeated nations
Dedications
Thank you list
Someone I missed
Kissed goodbye
Fly-by
And lie about my past
She laughs
Sheer ballast
Exalt the phallus
Never ask to be left behind
Pause rewind
And find I’ll be in denial
While she walks the aisle
I’ll walk the Golden Mile
A lonely tourist
We’ve been through this
What’s kept
Shoot to protect
Expect first billing
Filling pages with killing
Willing a pause
Or are these God’s laws
No flaws
I don’t know what I saw in singing him a hymn
I don’t feel anything
Anything but hate
Stay up, late learner
Page turner
Heard there were
Tanks, hungry faces
Arms, human races
Put in their places
There’s pages and pages of this stuff
Never enough death, dying, crying bodies
What is life
A trifle of guns, gods, grabs, keeping tabs, traps, drawing maps
One thing lasts
We’re all waving flags, body bags, rags, lad mags
Hate fags and give thanks
To be free
To be free
And to be human
It’s hard to care
To know what to do
What’s the use
In awaiting inspiration
A wasted generation
Where he goes we go
Trip on the ego panels
Changing channels
Exchanging annals of history
For what
You’re not about to say
Be brave
Courageous
Ignore the fist shakers
Speculators on hate through the ages
These are our pages
And I may just pick and mix my themes
Dream dreams
Falling apart at the seams
And you know what that means
Whatever you want to call it
It’s war
Always
I’m at war with myself
One of those
Or else
Or else
Or else what
If we stop pointing guns at anything that moves
See what we lose
See what we lose
So I choose not to listen
To who today it is we’re hating
Who was always my friend
Playing hearts
Playing gods
Playing let’s pretend
History books
Forgotten and burnt
Who earns it and who deserves it
A life stripped of love
That’s a pretty poor inheritance
But end-of-dayers are not creators
Of life
Life
Are we reading the pages or writing the pages
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Type
04:50
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Boom
Is how it starts
Two spare parts
Sparks
On your marks
Get set
Boom
Back to the beginning
Bring in a love rival
She’s an eyeful
Delightful conversationalist
Not so much a consummationalist
Sensational temptations
To kiss or not kiss
How can you resist
In the mist of an anti-psychotic
I’m on it
I wanted so bad to be the gap between her teeth
The thief of hair
From here to there
To laughter that gets everywhere
He gets scared
In bus-stop queues and catwalk poses
What’s the use in lipstick and roses
He owes his life to fanciful notions
Self-help books and magical potions
We’re oceans apart
One heart in the middle
Stranded in the riddle of how little we grow
So little we know of distant planets
New galaxies
Unidentified species
It’s hard to believe this pair of impossibilities
Destined never to meet
Keep courting
Distorting
Importing new feelings
A new purpose
When we talk I get nervous
Senses desert us
Past tense alert us
To fate
And the fairy dust
We must have met in a past life
Cold readings and dry ice
So much inside I can’t describe
Have you got a type
You know
Boom
Bad moods
Good shoes
Wondering who’s feeling the same way
Names that start with J
What do you say
You came second to none
But she didn’t want a second one
Woebegone
Look upon it as experience
Are you serious
Delirious dreams
Recurring themes
Kings and queens
She seems nice
And she is nice
But nice isn’t
Boom
True love
Not make-do love
Where you re-take and re-touch
Have I said too much
Too little
Too late
I’d hate to be nearly 30
Nearly 30
Still hurting
Deserting maybes
Perhaps
Reading out-of-date maps
Breathing on the glass
If that’s your name you came too fast
Destiny laughs
“I like men with jobs and ambition”
But listen
I’m unemployed and I live with my parents
It’s not what you think
It never is
Memories
Here’s a word of advice
I know what it’s like, I know what it’s like, but just take some MDMA together, trust me! I know you think your dick will be limp as a noodle, but I can get you plenty C20s, or Levitra, or even Caverject if you’re not into pills. Ah, hammerheading; blissful cuddling and hard pounding, that’s the key
The right key for the wrong lock
She’s everything you want
And everything you’re not
Now you’re not
Out of your mind
Wanting to cry
Losing your sight
You might be doing something right
Have you got a type
Are we rolling
Boom
Quit stalling
Falling over tall gin
Scribbling in the margins of blondes harbouring songs
It’s a long list
What did I miss
Kiss kiss
Click click
Mix the pheromones
Searching under stones
Oh no
Nights alone
What’s next
Did he text
What do you expect
Of a love that’s respectable
Barely detectable
The acceptable face of knowing your place
You only figured out life isn’t a race
When one thought of her
Dissolves your grand plan
Anatomy of man
Horizon
Sun rising
The sea and the stars
Laws of attraction
Oh for direction
A smile
Affection while she messes up your life
When your life needed messing
Here’s to confessing
The lesson of life is
He is what he is
She is what she is
And they is what they like
Have you got a type
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Hide Not Your Face
02:15
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Let my cry go unto you
Let my cry go unto you
Let my cry go unto you
Unto you, go unto you
Hide not your face from me
Hide not your face from me
Hide not your face far from me
Far from me, far from me
Let my cry go unto you
In my day of trouble
Hide not your face far from me
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Are We Gonna
01:45
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Deep souling
Calling
Keep rolling
All bets are off and you’re falling
The hard soft landing
Ununderstanding men
Impossible men
I’m so sick of them
And then when they laugh
When I rap
Run laps round your laughs
Slaps
Perhaps
Cutthroat
Easy joke
Kind of blokes
So keen to be mean
Delete scenes
What could it mean
I like everything
Everything
Every one plus one
Hold on
Are we gonna
Are we gonna keep not daring
It’s not fairing
Preparing permission
First-kiss indecision
Keep wishing
Now listen
The sound of dreams
Light beams
Thunderbolt
Screams
It’s all your fault
Halt
What’s that
Lies
Reign like rain
Train child soldiers
We’re all just
Stardust
Far-flung
So young
You and I will never die
But what if
What if they’re right
Are we gonna
Are we gonna change the ending
Blend in
Never offending
Pretending
We still believe in
Peace
Peace
Strange peace
It’s a little bit complicated
Soldier police
Fated belated
Take us for crazy
Laters alligators
Incensed
On the fence
Past tense
Hence
The holding on
The letting go
Learning to fly
Never getting old
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Blackpool Rock
04:24
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Sheer bliss
You should be used to this
Make a wish
Kiss me quick
Please
Sea breeze
See these knobbly knees
Conceive
Big wheels
High heels
Deals imperial grammes
Buses and trams
Parents and prams
And I ams what I ams
And I ams no fool
Blackpool
You’ll be scared of women
Dimming lights
Angel delights
Devil horns
Longthorne’s illuminations
Taboos
Temptations
What’s to lose
Choose unwritten worlds
Pearls and plastic
Fantastic illusions
Delusions in ice
Make your own conclusions
If you’re so wise to what I’m doing with my life
In silent sirens
Tyrants and rhymers
Deep-sea divers stealing applause
Racers roars the Arabian Derby
Your Barbie in the shower
Is that a penis or Blackpool Tower
Blackpool
You’ve never looked more out of place
That’s why we keep coming
Keep coming
Sheer bliss
You should be used to this
Whose life
Is this my saviour
Bad behaviour gave her one
Plus one Big One
Won the Grand National
Irrational fears
North, South, Central Piers
She appears in smoke
Hope against hope
Give a man enough rope
Elope
I’m just an ordinary...
You can fill the blanks
Give thanks to my daughter
Disorder crossing the border
You should’ve warned her
Lord of the Manor
Dressing room spanner
Elsie Tanner
Ran a banner on a plane
Said
Marry Me Jane
Nothing but rain
Insane take-aways
Malaise
Mayonnaise
Ian Holloway’s okay
Olay olay
Disobey virginity pledges
Virgins on ledges
Jump fall
Into the arms of Cannon and Ball
One’s tall and the other’s quite small
Aren’t we all
And don’t we all have a Holy Grail
Holy Grail
Have you seen it out there
It’s blowing a gale
And should we win or should we fail
We all set sail
Into the Tunnel of Love
Look out, this should be good
Blackpool
You’ve never looked more out of place
That’s why we keep coming
Keep coming
Sheer bliss
You should be used to this
Miss Blackpool
You’re a jewel
You’ll find nothing like it
Delightful defilement
I meant Coral Island
Wild and unsilent
Girl Guides
Brides of Frankenstein
You’re all mine
And I’m crying eyeliner
Find the lights, lip-synching, rhapsody of drinking
Winking at the other sex
Flex your pecs
What’s next
Let’s dash
Mad cash
Crash bumper cars, bars, tarot cards, spas
Stars in their eyes
Ladders in tights
No sadder sights than fathers flying kites
On a beach
How to teach
Out of reach
Beseech mental health
Wealth of possibilities
Ill at ease
Mushy peas
Pricktease
Please, whatever you do
Don’t tell me to clean up my act
Zip it
Stand back
That I lack demure tact
When in fact
I’m a roving wrongun
Longing to belong in the bright lights
Rides of your life
Seeing signs in the times don’t stop
Switch off
The sign’s inside your Blackpool rock
Blackpool
You’ve never looked more out of place
That’s why we keep coming
Keep coming
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11th Hour
00:42
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Good at Goodbyes
05:23
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Moving boxes
They’re still waiting
When all she knows is
Childhood memories
Late eighties
Patrick Swayze
How to keep these
Now he’s dead
Could our time have been any less well spent
So you’re leaving
Leaving
Breathing the last
Baby’s teething
They grow up so fast
Can you believe in
First love marks the laughter
The applause
Open, closed, revolving doors
It was written in the stars
Goodbye
How many ways can you say it’s no lie
Can you say
What you never said
Does your toothbrush have a friend
Or does it end like this
In parenthesis
With this impossible longing
What’s wrong in my soul
Is why I stall when we talk
You know, about stuff
Way too much
All the stuff that matters
Gets lost
Nothing sadder
Than the way we talk
All through life
All these lives
Are you good at goodbyes
Are you good at goodbyes
All you lovers keep your powder dry
Can you say
I’m going to miss you
Dismiss you
There’s this abyss you fall
In too deep
Sleep
History’s its own disease
Hard to breathe
Conceive
Cities of endless sorrow
Grieve figure eights
It’s too lates
Is why we borrow
When tomorrow she flies
From one city to the next
Make-up and special effects
Can’t hide
You’re no good at goodbyes
You’re no good at goodbyes
All you lovers and laughter
Happy ever after
Still searching
Still searching in the dances
Stances
Sweeping shot
Romance these boys
From their lows
All for shows
And who knows
How many dear Septembers
Original cast members
Remember their lines
What is it they want you to do this time
And will you mean it
Did you dream it
Now you’ve seen it
All or nothing
Asleep in a coffin
I used to come here often
Coughing up blood
Now the vacuum’s sucking up
What vacuums shouldn’t suck
To erase the traces
Of those little-known faces
I was always wasted
Change places
Hold hands
Old hands escape the axe
Until the third act
When no pact with fate
Can escape
We are what we are
And we are moving away
On these shifting plates
How it ached
All the days
We never changed
Strange inventions
Best intentions
Best not mention the things we do we don’t believe in
To please him
Perceiving thoughts to the source
One of those
Of course
We all live in a port
Some seek and some sought
And I always knew we’d grow apart
When all she knows is
A week here, a week there
There there
We’ll find a place for you somewhere
In the gaps between clouds
Open mouths
And the treasure underground
You won’t be found
’Til the last day of existence
Discovering resistance in the ties
Are you good at goodbyes
Are you good at goodbyes
All you lovers and laughter
Happy ever after
Averting disaster
Still searching
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Pages (instrumental)
03:36
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Type (instrumental)
04:54
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