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Ordinary Life
04:22
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Back then rent was cheap in the wrong parts of town
You could walk into almost any place and get a cash in hand job
I was a terrible waitress
And an even worse singer
But I didn't care, I just knew
Something bigger, brighter, better was on its way
Someone was gonna spot me walking down Stokes Croft and say
Hey kid, I’m gonna make you a star
And whisk me away into my glittering future
Twenty years later, I’m still waiting
But do you know what?
There's nothing wrong with an ordinary life
We had widescreen, high definition surround sound love affairs
And low budget B movie one night stands
Somehow it was always the end of the summer
And we dragged ourselves through the streets at dawn
To our days jobs and dole office appointments
Fueled on weapons grade hope and uncut dreams
And the days went by, and the days went by
And the days went by like strobe lights
There's nothing wrong with an ordinary life
One day you will find yourself at a friends 40th birthday party
Wondering how the days turned into decades and if anyone still does drugs
And you will dance, dance off the minutes and the moments
And magic and the misery and the miracles and monotony
As you unfurl into infinity among the solar systems and galaxies
A dopamine driven pinball machine studded with hair and nails and teeth
Hard wired with desire and fear and dreams hosted by the ghost of a memory
of a memory, of a memory, of a memory of a memory
There's nothing wrong with an ordinary life
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The Bell
03:51
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When we finish work lets go to the pub
And talk about the weird old days
And how much the world has changed
Now, everybodys starting to look older
All the dropouts, slackers and the stoners
Have got gym memberships
Do you remember that time we tripped
And laughed as if our hearts would burst
At every joke in the universe
Look it’s pissing down outside
And Amy has just arrived
I’m only staying for a couple though
Cos I’ve got work tommorow
God I love these rock n roll tunes
You just can’t beat rhythm and blues
Makes Radiohead look like wannabees
Ok, Ok, Ok Computer is a masterpiece
But you know what I mean
No one got famous and nobody got rich
And I never married and I didnt have kids
Oh look it’s Mike I haven't seen him for ages
Yeah go on then just a half you know I can’t get wasted
But the beer is cold and and the music is good
And in this moment I feel understood
Do you remember when my boots fell apart in the street
We went to Primark and stole a bright red pair of stripper heels
Staggered out like a budget Bonnie and Clyde
Oh bloody hell would you look at the time
Fuck it tommorows gonna be alright
Fuck it tommorows gonna be alright
Fuck it tommorows gonna be alright
Yeah, I’m talking shit but you know what I mean
I’m talking shit but you know how I feel
Cos we’re full of ragged and warton hope
Let's have another just one for the road
We’re gonna make it I feel in my bones
I’m just gonna go outside for a smoke
No one got famous and nobody got rich
And I never married and I didnt have kids
I can’t even drive, sometimes I feel
Like I’m quietly dying inside
But not tonight
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Oh, Anna Nicole
03:38
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Oh Anna Nicole, glamor, glory and gold
Oh Anna Nicole, fried chicken and silicone
Oh Anna Nicole, low Impulse control
Oh Anna Nicole, that's the way the money goes
Oh Anna Nicole, playboy centerfold
Oh Anna Nicole, that’s the way the money goes
Striptease me
Squeeze me between your thighs
You know just how to please me
Everything can be monetised
Shake it baby, shake it baby
Striptease me, striptease me
You know just how to please me
You got the whole world hypnotized
With your televised sacrifice
Oh Anna Nicole, never getting old
Oh Anna nicole, fatal overdose
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Dance With The Rats
04:03
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Dance with the cockroaches, dance with the rats
Sing I will survive with a cane and top hat
Dance with delusion, dance with the facts
Play Don’t Stop Believing on a cherry red Strat
Dance with your enemies, dance with your mates
Dance with the sadness that comes on in waves
Dance yourself normal, dance yourself strange
Dance to the beat of your heart as it breaks
Lonely, You don’t have to be
Lonely, dance with me
Dance with joy, anger, denial and grief
To the end of days drums and the brand new start beat
Dance in bare feet, dance in high heels
Dance with the lies that you choose to believe
Dance cos you dont know how long you have left
Dance cos you're dammed and dance cos your blessed
Dance if your sober, dance if your wrecked
Dance with the truth that you have to accept
Dance with the truth that you have to accept
Dance with the truth that you have to accept
Tomorrow we will fall dangerously in love with each other, ourselves and everything else. We will climb the network of filaments which scaffolds the entire universe. We will high five the aliens and receive a standing ovation from the angels as we dance in the random interplay of chemicals and electron impulses with the atoms that make us, and our planet, and our Sun, and all of the suns and the gas and dust in interstellar space.
Dance with the truth that you have to accept
Dance with the truth that you have to accept
Dance with the truth that you have to accept
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Some fell at the first sign of trouble
Haircuts and interviews followed
How we laughed as they retreated into their salaries
There but for the grace of god
They can have my hands for a few pounds an hour I said
But they'll never take my mind
We danced and drank and talked and danced and drank
And I threw my alarm clock out of the window
Just to prove I truly the last of the great bohemians
I was showing off
Nothing glitters when your gone
Your shirt and tie looked liked fancy dress
You were so feral, we couldn't believe you'd fooled them
But I was secretly impressed you'd got a proper job
Besides it wasn't real, you were a spy
And we'd use the money to buy motorbikes and run away
Forever and ever and ever
My dancing feet are weary
My steps are twisted out of time
Eternity under a strobe light
As I drift through the dry ice
Do you remember
When we were running wild
Nothing glitters when your gone
The partys over baby
But I'm never going home
Wrap my arms around a stranger
Nothing glitters when your gone
The partys over baby
The house lights have come on
Wrap my arms around a stranger
Nothing glitters when your gone
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6. |
Part Of Me
05:12
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There wasn't a soul out on the street
To witness the death of the American dream
Elvis moved to the suburbs for a witness protection scheme
Mickey mouse got all strung out on methamphetamine
Beyonce wept to the Bo Diddley beat
Dylan got swindled, now he knows how it feels
Kanye went missing they found his clothes on the beach
Britney lost the Whitehouse to the Manson family
I was raised on your films, your songs and TV
Every single every one is a part of me
Revolutions play out on an endless live stream
Watch the Star Spangled shit show on a million screens
Nobody cheered and nobody cried
The day the British Empire expired
Sid vicious and Shakespeare made love in the soft candle light
The Spice Girls were silent, The Kray twins had been gentrified
Princess Dianna went undercover
She works at Anne Summers, she wears a disguise
Saville and Thatcher French kiss in the shower
And cheer on the left wing infights
The children of Eton were stripped of their feelings
And trained to rip wings off of flies
So sing Rule Britannia and smile for the camera
As the you choke on the smoke from a burning high rise
As the ash fills your lungs and your ears and your eyes
And the sun burns out on this once sceptered isle
I was raised in your schools, your fields and your streets
Every single one is a part of me
Revolutions play out on an endless live stream
As we stay home and scroll on a million screens
Every single one is a part of me, part of me, part of me
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7. |
Cosmic Evolution
03:26
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Fifteen billion years of cosmic evolution
And here you are
Your birth is a one in four trillion chance
You’re one of eight billion works on art
Lying in bed on a far flung star
Energy condescended to a slow vibration
The universe expands in ecstatic motion
The rain on the roof, the beat of your heart
The vast enveloping infinite dark
Lying in bed on a far flung star
And the stars and screwing the sky tonight
The buildings go down on the streets
The concrete makes love to the cold dark dirt
And whatever's underneath
In a major breakthrough scientists have discovered
That you are fabulous
You are a fabulous pain in the arse
The rain on the roof, the beat of your heart
The vast enveloping infinite dark
Lying in bed on a far flung star
The stars and screwing the sky tonight
The buildings go down on the streets
The concrete makes love to the cold dark dirt
And whatever's underneath
The concrete makes love to the cold dark dirt
And whatever's underneath
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8. |
Turn Me On
03:32
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Smokers and drinkers are a dying breed
All that Gen X nihilism is so last century
But I need a grand piano to drape myself across
A vodka Martini and some expensive American drugs
Gonna go to Las Vegas and nail all of your money to a glittering cross
Then I’ll seduce the pool boy while the ceramic tigers watch
You turn me on, you piss me off
You turn me on, you piss me off
Come over to my place
Put on a slow sad song
Gonna screw my divorce lawyer in a stolen police car
Gonna shake what god gave me down Sunset Boulevard
Then I'll go day drinking with the faded sirens and the child stars
Just don’t leave me here in England where it's raining and it's dark
Gonna go to Las Vegas and nail all of your money to a glittering cross
Then I’ll seduce the pool boy while the ceramic tigers watch
You turn me on, you piss me off
You turn me on, you piss me off
Come over to my place
Put on a slow sad song
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Chelsea Satanist
05:00
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I’m slacking off, your cracking the whip
But I’ve been through your bins
For your magic Magic tricks
I stole the strings of your voice
Now you should hear me sing
I’m rubbing one out, your easing one in
My Chelsea Satanist
Throw a seance in the suburbs with your wife and kids
White noise, black magic hypnotist
With your straight day job and your weekend kink
Your cruising the cosmos, I’m lying in bed
Your writing a novel, I’m surfing the web
But I’m biding my time, you ain't seen nothing yet
I was a copy of Razzle, now I’m the Book of the Dead
The Book of the Dead
My Chelsea Satanist
Throw a seance in the suburbs with your wife and kids
White noise, black magic hypnotist
With your straight day job and your weekend kink
Sing for me baby, just for my pleasure
I do it good but you do it better
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10. |
Hey Kidz
03:08
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Hey kidz, Don’t do what I did
Or you'll never write a hit
Razor sharp, amphetamine thin
Zappa Beefheart and Bill Hicks
Leather jacket, mirror shades
Wake n Bake, navel gaze
Waiting for a crowd to entertain
Everyday’s a holiday
Sign on, leave home
Read the classics on the dole
Don’t answer the door, don't answer the phone
Be Bop A Lula, Bless my soul
I hate rock n roll, I hate rock n roll, I hate rock n roll
To all my tired out troubadours
To all my middle aged matadors
My rock n roll dinosaurs
We left claw marks on every door
Got washed up on this strange shore
Nothing matters anymore
Cos we’re leaving the spotlight
And hitting the dancefloor
Hey kidz
Do exactly what I did
Buy the ticket take the trip
Climb aboard the mothership
Never yawn or say a commonplace thing
Whatever happened to the teenage dream
The wildest hearts in history
Join a band and start a scene
Just don’t come crying to me
I hate rock n roll, I hate rock n roll, I love rock n roll
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Sugar Shack Records Bristol, UK
Sugar Shack Records is a sister imprint of Bristol Archive Records and Reggae Archive Records. Established in 1985, we have released critically acclaimed Rock and Reggae albums.
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