To Cut A Long Story Short
Soldier is turning see him through white light
Running from strangers see you in the valley
War upon war heat upon heat
To cut a long story short I lost my mind
Sitting on a park bench years away from fighting
To cut a long story short I lost my mind
Standing in the dark I was waiting for man to come
I am beautiful and clean and so very very young
To be standing in the street to be taken by someone
Questions questions give me no answers
That's all they ever give me questions questions
Look at the strange boy he finds it hard existing
To cut a long story short I lost my mind
Musclebound
We're building fires that will burn until morning the smell of books and hot stone surround us
Tough is the leather that's strapped to my skin strong are the bonds that we make
We feel the steam as it rises around us up from the soil that is cracking its back
Tough us the leather that's strapped to my skin strong are the bonds that sing
Work until you're muscle bound all night long
Work until you're muscle bound all night long
Gotta work until you're muscle bound all night long
Gotta work until you're muscle bound all night long
We're building fires that will burn until morning the smell of books and hot stone surround us
Tough is the leather that's strapped to my skin strong are the bonds that we make
To hear a pulsing from chanter to mountain down through the vein and into the grain
Strong is the shoulder that moves to the time here is the land it can break
The Freeze
Blue sing la lune sing lagoon these visions are making me stay,
The artist pretending it's art the question is where do you pay,
Unpack my case one more time I'll cancel my train once again,
Destiny give me a day, erogenous zones win again.
Blue sing la lune sing lagoon these visions are making me stay,
The artist pretending it's art the question is where do you pay,
Unpack my case one more time I'll cancel my train once again,
Destiny give me a day, erogenous zones win again.
Blue sing la lune sing lagoon these visions are making me stay,
The artist pretending it's art the question is where do you pay.
Chant No. 1 (I Don't Need This Pressure On)
I checked the time, it was almost time a curious smell, an intangible crime
I'm washing my clothes, but the stain still grows cover your eyes, the stain still shows
I feel the gaze against my skin I feel the gaze against my skin
I know this feeling is a lie I know this feeling is a lie
There's a guilt within my mind there's a guilt within my mind
I know this feeling is a lie I know this feeling is a lie
I don't need this pressure on I don't need this pressure on
I should question not ignore I should question not ignore
Songs are always buried deep songs are always buried deep
There's a lion in my arms there is a motion in my arm
I should question not ignore I should believe and not ignore
I don't need this pressure on I don't need this pressure on
You go down, down pass the talk of town
You go down Greek Street then its underground
Well it's Soho life for this mobile knife
It's the place to shoot Friday night beat route
Gold
Thank you for coming home I'm sorry that the chairs are all worn I left them here I could have sworn
These are my salad days slowly being eaten away
Just another play for today but I'm proud of you, but I'm proud of you
Nothing left to make me feel small luck has left me standing so tall
Gold always believe in your soul
You've got the power to know you're indestructible always believing
Because you are Gold glad that you're bound to return
There's something I could have learned you're indestructible, always believing
After the rush has gone I hope you find a little more time remember we were partners in crime
It's only two years ago the man with the suit and the face you knew that he was there on the case
Now he's in love with you, he's in love with you
My love is like a high prison wall but you could leave me standing so tall
True
So true funny how it seems always in time, but never in line for dreams
Head over heels when toe to toe this is the sound of my soul this is the sound
I bought a ticket to the world but now I've come back again
Why do I find it hard to write the next line I want the truth to be said
I know this much is true I know this much is true
With a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue dissolve the nerves that have just begun
Listening to Marvin all night long this is the sound of my soul this is the sound
Always slipping from my hands sand's a time of its own
Take your seaside arms and write the next line I want the truth to be known
I know this much is true I know this much is true
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