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| 8:44 | ||||
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over The game is over So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over, over Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play The game is over I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile To bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right my wrongs An epitaph to a broken dream to exorcise this silent scream A scream that's borne from sorrow I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning Promised wedding now a wake The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why? As you grow up and leave the playground Where you kissed your prince and found your frog Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal |
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| 3:57 | ||||
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| 5:22 | ||||
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| 8:19 | ||||
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| 7:15 | ||||
Garden party held today
Invites call the debs to play Social climbers polish ladders Wayward sons again have fathers Hello, Dad, hello, dad Edgy eggs and queuing cumbers Rudely wakened from their slumbers Time has come again for slaughter O on the lawns by still Cam waters A slaughter, it's a slaughter Champagne corks are firing at the sun again Swooping swallows chased by violins again Straafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again Oh God not again Aperitifs consumed en masse Display their owners on the grass Couples loiter in the cloisters social leeches quoting Chaucer Doctor's son a parson's daughter W where why not and should they oughta Please don't lie upon the grass Unless accompanied by a fellow May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest Othello Punting on the Cam is jolly fun they say Beagling on the downs, oh please do come they say Rugger is the tops, a game for men they say I'm punting, I'm beagling, I'm wining, reclining, I'm rucking, I'm fucking So welcome, it's a party Angie chalks another blue Mother smiles she did it too Chitters chat and gossips lash Posers pose, pressmen flash Smiles polluted with false charm, locking on to Royal arms Society columns now ensured, returns to mingle with the crowds Oh what a crowd Punting on the Cam, oh please do come they say Beagling on the downs, oh please so come they say Garden party held today they say Oh please do come, oh please do come, they say |
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| 3:37 | ||||
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| 3:18 | ||||
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| 3:33 | ||||
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| 3:41 | ||||
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| 3:37 | ||||
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| 5:16 | ||||
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| 4:24 | ||||
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| 5:57 | ||||
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| 5:45 | ||||
I was flicking through the channels on the tv
on a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain trying to piece together conversations, trying to find out where to lay the blame But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me we're just sugar mice in the rain I heardd Sinatra calling me through the floorbaords where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme to the jukebox cying in the corner while the waitress is counting out the time For when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one really left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me we're just sugar mice in the rain I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am daddy took a raincheck Cos I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me, blame it on me, blame it on me Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone, when I heard them asking questions that I knew that that you were all alone, Can't you understand that the government left me out of work, I just couldn't stand the looks on their faces saying what a jerk So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars, blame it on me, blame it on me sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck (Holiday Inn, Milwaukee) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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| 3:45 | ||||
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| 4:31 | ||||
A ghost of a mist was on the field
The grey and the Green together The noise of a distant farm machine Out of the first light came A tatered necklace of hedge and trees On the southern side of the hill Betrays where the border runs between Where Mary Dunoon's boy fell Easter here again A time for the Blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free Out of the port of Liverpool Bound for the North of Ireland The wash of the spray and horsetail waves The roll of the sea below And Easter here again A time for the Blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free What will you do? Make a stone of your Heart? Will you set things right When you tear them apart? Will you sleep at night With the Plough and the Stars alight? What will you do? With the wire & the gun? That'll set things right When it's said and done? Will you sleep at night? Is there so much love to hide? Forgive Forget Sing 'Never again' [STEVE HOGARTH |
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| 3:53 | ||||
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| 6:15 | ||||
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| 3:54 | ||||
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| 4:40 | ||||
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| 4:42 | ||||
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| 4:55 | ||||
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| 6:28 | ||||
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| 4:29 | ||||
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| 5:03 | ||||
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| 7:05 | ||||
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| 6:50 | ||||
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| 4:23 | ||||
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| 5:17 | ||||