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| 1. |
| 4:26 | 
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To whom it may concern
Whatever your address I didn't think I'd have the nerve To write this I confess To get it off my chest But now that I have your attention I must make sure I get it right To whom it may concern Dear madam or sir I don't know your name Or if you'll ever read these words I know that sounds absurd I know you don't know who I am You know that we haven't met Yet And I hope this is alright with you I hope this is alright with you I remain your faithful servant To whom it may concern Let me cut to the chase We're gonna have to meet one time Before we quit this place Gone without a trace And you may have already won So please fill out this questionnaire And say a prayer To whom it may concern Now we will begin I'm not gonna post this I'll just throw it in the wind And wonder where it lands But I know that it will reach you somehow I know that it will be received I must believe I hope we'll be alright with you I hope we'll be alright with you I remain your faithful servant.... |
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| 2. |
| 3:52 |
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Maybe you're insecure
Neck deep in life's manure Maybe your heart's impure Inured to all small compensations Maybe you're born to lose Could be caught out or confused Wearing the condemned man's shoes Worn out, beyond a warning There might be one million ills that ail ya But why do you take pleasure in other people's failure? Each day since time began You'll meet a modest man Who says he understands Your plans, your dreams, your schemes, your feelings But rather you than me That's his mentality He's a slave to gravity And he watches laughing as you fall down He doesn't even have to nail ya That's why he takes pleasure in other people's failure It is a rule of thumb Inside the coliseum That when the time will come We'd rather see the losers slaughtered And no-one can resist This vicarious kiss It is our greatest bliss The twist that gives success it's flavour A psychopathic psychedelia.... That's why we take pleasure in other people's failure |
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| 3. |
| 3:30 |
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The secret angel fell from grace
Condemned to wear a human face Evicted from her paradise Excommunicated twice Settled for second best And so she found me Don't ask the nature of her crime Don't ask her why she's serving time Don't ask this girl why she can't cry Don't ask her questions that start "why" I'm trying to help her start anew To learn to walk when once she flew Above the ups and downs That floor and ground us Into the dark, she was reborn She says tonight will have no dawn And all the light drains from her eyes As she forgets to say goodbye To one more memory That tries to lift her high She drafts new plans and draws designs To find a way for her to fly I hide them when her back is turned The secret angel never learns She just gets burned again And falls eternally.... |
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| 4. |
| 4:33 |
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In Westminster, the bell fell down
Took three hundred years to touch the ground Fall leaves drifted by and turned brown A foreign plane was downed Dogs came running from their cold dog pound They leapt through the fence and ran downtown And the convicts turned their ship around And they were homeward bound Kiss me, miss liberty Take me to bed So I can be free as well Not just in my head Kiss me, miss liberty Lift me alone Unchain my heavy heart Fill me with love Miss liberty, kiss me And the slave were saved from their chain-gang Knives cut men down just about to hang Lost love returned just like a boomerang And it was I who sang Kiss me, miss liberty Take me to bed So I can be free as well Not just in my head Miss liberty, kiss me Freedom, show me to your foreign shore Lay me in your arms at your front door I can't face confinement anymore I won't be ignored Kiss me, miss liberty Take me to bed So I can be free as well Not just in my head Kiss me, miss liberty Lift me above Unchain my heavy heart Fill me with love Miss liberty, kiss me |
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| 5. |
| 4:34 |
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I went from door to door
From town to town To find somewhere To lay myself down Somewhere to call my own I am out on the street The lengths I've gone To hear myself Keep on beating on Instead of this dialing tone Because I'm a heart without a home An arrow with no aim A man without a name Identity unknown A heart without a home Everyone stops and stares Because I belong In the lonely chair You drew my picture on So many years ago Now I'm a heart without a home I'm an arrow with no aim A man without a name So come and meet john doe Because I'm a heart without a home Everybody says I have no right to stay on Where I don't belong So if I look you up Send me on my way To an old address From yesterday That is where I will roam I'm on a journey with no end And I'm about to start again Identity unknown A heart without a home |
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| 6. |
| 5:34 |
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There was this man
Who lived on the seashore The house with the steel door You passed it on the way to where you are He stares at the sand From his bedroom window Shakes as the wind blows Through the passing tail-fins of your car Nothing matters anymore If it does, he doesn't care The devil lives below him God lives upstairs He's trying to sleep So hard in the daylight Impossible at night Between those neighbours driving him insane Footsteps from above Below, it's all-night parties And it's drink up, my hearties They're stoking up for the furnace once again Nothing matters anymore If he does, he doesn't care The devil lives below him God lives upstairs He hasn't a prayer Between the heated floorboards And the quiet guy on the third floor Who never even picks up all his mail He knows where it goes Downstairs is stealing He stares at the ceiling He knows that all he has to do is fail Nothing matters anymore If it does, he doesn't care The devil lives below him God lives upstairs The devil lives below him God lives upstairs |
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| 7. |
| 3:40 |
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There was you and me and then there was him
Which leaves me out on a limb Out in the cold where the wild things grow Where no one talks because no one knows That there are 26 letters, just five vowels And you can use them all, it's allowed If you've got the patience Because there are infinite combinations There are cars on fire and burst balloons Which one of us must mend soon But it's a dark old path through the dead of night And only one way to get there right Because there are 20 million roads And 20 million coming home You can find the longest way, it's not unknown If you've got the patience Cos there are infinite combinations Your heart is safe, I don't have a key Your heart is a safe that's locked to me But when the lights go out, I'll place my bets Because we're not finished yet There are endless numbers and finite moves But you can try them all, it's been proved If you have the patience Because there are infinite combinations |
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| 8. |
| 3:25 |
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The king puts on his raiment
And surveys the royal scene And tries to put his finger on The source of all his ennui But when something goes, it's gone, you know Starts at the top, spreads down Just check out the faded bodywork Beneath his rusted crown They're waiting for impeachment But they can't see the day The queen can't give him any heirs The word is he's to blame So he beheads her for amusements And now he's quoting nietzsche You'd think that he would have known She was his one redeeming feature But the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring That's the song that the millions sing You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything The king is dead boring He used to be a don juan Now he's just the royal slut Knocking up the servant girls Waking up a half-cut He gets a chance to win them back But gives them some old spiel And all they see's the ghost Of his former ex-appeal But the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring That's the song that his minions sing You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything The king is dead boring They used to sing long live the king He was the man with everything But now they shout "get that dull bastard out" He used to be so carnaby So out of all our leagues Now it's all that he can do To zip up his fatigues If only he could make excuses Engage with us somehow But effort is so out of place And failure's not allowed Because the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring That's the song that the millions sing You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything The king is dead boring |
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| 9. |
| 3:03 |
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I sing of the triumph of trash
The rise to success of hard cash The birth of annihilation The end of my patience I sing of the triumph of trash Trash is the product of greed Selfishness planted the seed Everybody knows Money makes it grow Trash is the product of greed Trash needs nostalgia to breathe It brings a familiar relief Deja vu is all that matters Unless we predicted it, it never happened Trash needs nostalgia to breathe Trash is at once high and low It panders to the worst parts of both We're so pleased we're in agreement Our heads in clouds, our feet in cement Trash is at once high and low Hope is left out in the cold Looking for pieces of gold Our refuse has no limits She tries to live in it Hope is left out in the cold I sing of the triumph of trash The past is a grate full of ash No morals and no sinners So there's no losers and no winner And I sing of the triumph of trash |
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| 10. |
| 4:57 |
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As I was out walking one night in the park
Cupid was out on the town in the dark And I couldn't resist as I saw him walk by So I asked him why he had a tear in his eye He said "i'm an outlaw but my hands are clean And I love this girl who won't look twice at me I've made love work for others and now it's my turn But these arrows are useless, they just crash and burn They're wide of the mark" Cupid and psycho, a couple much better apart When cupid's in love It's psycho left holding the darts And it tears us apart Psycho was sitting on her balcony Framed on the wall by a heart made of ivy Cupid said "stay here with me and you'll see what I mean" And he climbed on the tree that led up to his dream And she shook on the branch and he fell to my feet Bruised but still breathing, his crestfallen love Cupid he said "throw your hair from above" She said "just leave me alone, I'm bound for my bed All the voices I'm hearing are just in my head All the voices I'm hearing" Cupid and psycho, a couple much better apart When cupid's in love It's psycho left holding the darts And it tears us apart While cupid is crying, love waits to be born Broken in pieces, alone on the floor He'd let go of the reins and the ride was insane If he doesn't get back on, will love live again Could we be in love? would our hearts beat again? Could I love you? could you love me? Cupid and psycho, a couple much better in two When cupid's in love Psycho ends up so confused And it tears me and you |
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| 11. |
| 4:13 |
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I saw you yesterday
I couldn't let you be I had to sift through broken glass To find out if you missed me But all I found was a slow fade And a gift-wrapped box of band aids With a note that said "i'm never coming home" Beneath my single bed Everything's haphazard There's boxes full of bits of you And none of them are numbered And when I search, it's deja vu Things I think I knew I should have thrown away this time last year Everytime I touch you You move so slow And you're still like your photo I heard me yesterday Repeating my own name To convince myself That none of us had changed And now I'm walking round the grooves Of a record I lost when we moved There's dust and scratches mixed with all these tears Everytime I touch you You move so slow And you're still like your photo Should we throw it all away The failed long shots through far distant styles Those forced smiles, those forced smiles It started so on the mark But it missed by one million miles Nothing has developed This darkroom gets me down I'd throw on all the lights But I'm afraid you'd come around You're living in a limbo hell A life that's only parallel Is the real you aware what's going on? Everytime I touch you You move so slow And you're still like your photo |
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| 12. |
| 4:25 |
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Everything's changed and it's all for the best
And it's all gone according to plan It's out in the open and now it's all over Three cheers for every woman and man Terry and julie still stand on the bridge But only in our memory Don't look to them to draw a conclusion Just love them and set them free Julie hangs out by the banks of the river Where the garbage all flows to the sea Something's washed up, it's sacrifice to her From the twentieth century She sees the smokestacks and she sees the city She sees the stadium's covered in snow The streets have been cleaned except for the bedrooms Of all the people with nowhere to go Terry will clutch at threads where the rope was As he's freefalling fast to the floor But nobody claps because nobody's watching It's his lawyers who get all the applause Time's on the move, and I'm on the redeye Where I'm hoping to find one more song But it's like looking for rain in the river Better not leave it too long Terry and julie filled out the coupon And they won tickets tonight to the show But it's the aisles in the new stores that beckon As they shine a divine guiding glow The bridge through the city, it has just crumbled And that link is what kept them all sane The two of them tumble into the river Forget to come up for air again |
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| 13. |
| 2:56 |
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I've lived my life backwards
Or heaven knows I've tried Hope I find my perfection before I die Maybe once we were fantastic Maybe once we were divine Now we're flailing in the wake Of progress passing by At the speed of normal Ever since you were the baby You've been trying to grow up But that's nothing that a therapist can cure There's an unconfirmed report Or could it be a cruel hoax That death is just the punchline To a tall tale told At the speed of normal So for everyone who's anyone And you know who you are Hope you don't drop behind in the hundred yards war The winners and the losers Overtaken in the end By their very shadows Taking the last bend At the speed of normal |
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