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Cole
I know I said I favoured peaceful resolution But that was when we were the young idealists The Young Idealists Raging through the coffee shops and bars Make believe the world was really ours Still supposing we could make a difference Then we bought into the neocon economic dream And we were trading in futures we believed in The Young Idealists Careering through the markets to the Mall Venturing that we could have it all Still supposing we could make a difference And then the markets fall And the heavens open And there's no synergy at all The synergy is broken So maybe now I'd take that wholesale revolution We were talking about Maybe now I'd take a future we can breathe in The Young Idealists Raging through the forests and the streams Breaking into your laboratories Still supposing we could make a difference I never dreamed I'd want a slogan on my people Mover But that was when we were the young idealistsTHE YOUNG IDEALISTS I know I said I favoured peaceful resolution But that was when we were the young idealists The Young Idealists Raging through the coffee shops and bars Make believe the world was really ours Still supposing we could make a difference Then we bought into the neocon economic dream And we were trading in futures we believed in The Young Idealists Careering through the markets to the Mall Venturing that we could have it all Still supposing we could make a difference And then the markets fall And the heavens open And there's no synergy at all The synergy is broken So maybe now I'd take that wholesale revolution We were talking about Maybe now I'd take a future we can breathe in The Young Idealists Raging through the forests and the streams Breaking into your laboratories Still supposing we could make a difference I never dreamed I'd want a slogan on my people Mover But that was when we were the young idealists |
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| 2. |
| 3:38 |
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Cole
Idealised vision of a woman through a smokefilled twentieth century screenplay Advancing Towards protagonist with paperback and beer Manifestly failing to disappear Now that the children are asleep You want to play But you’re so lazy She walks into the bar And there you are Still life watercolour Woman In A Window Considers role of kitchen sink drama queen Stage left - protagonist with cigarette and pen Considers form of racehorses, IBM Declining issues led advancing two to one In slow trading She walks into the bar And there you are No longer angry No longer young No longer driven to distraction Not even by Scarlett Johansson A few moving parts Need to be replaced The engine starts But only on Tuesdays but look at it this way - Now that the children are asleep You want to play But you’re so lazy She walks into the bar And there you are Idealised vision of a woman through a smokefilled twentieth century screenplay Advancing Towards protagonist with paperback and beer Manifestly failing to disappear.. |
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| 3. |
| 4:21 | 
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| 4. |
| 2:40 |
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Cole
I’m serving 12 to 15 working the coffee machine I’ve got a licence to fly underneath the radar She’s about 50 feet north As Seen On TV store I know she’s going to tune me in sooner or later With my medication I will be fine I said I’m trying to write my novel She said Neither am I And either way I saw you reading No Depression You’re doing nothing I’ll come over We’ll watch 6 feet Under And then we’ll maybe get around to your condition With my medication I will be fine First she’s going to tire of my fixations Then she’s going to tire of my face I’m going to need a new affectation I’m going to need a new one everyday With my medication I will be fine |
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| 5. |
| 3:42 |
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| 6. |
| 4:54 |
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Cole
I paid the full lip service to the repercussions Which is to say I weighed the risk reward But who can budget for a fallout of these proportions? Take your shot That’s what you pay me for Nobody said You’re getting away with murder Here, smile into the hidden camera with your friend She didn’t ask If we were on or off the record Or what that may Or what that may not mean When you went away I thought that I was free How wrong can you be? How wrong can you be? Fortune hits the wall And the whole 500 fall How wrong can you be? How wrong can you be? I didn’t see it at the time as a conflict of interests A pretty girl at the wheel of a German car It isn’t hard to surrender to market forces Take your seat Become the passenger Nobody said We’re getting away with murder No looking in the rear view mirror Foot to the floor She didn’t say I’m working for the competition A pretty girl at the wheel of a German car When you went away I thought that I was free... |
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| 7. |
| 2:22 |
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Cole
Think you’re really something ,now Just because I offer you A ride in my brand new car When you know we’re nothing more than just Smoke and rhetoric And we’re barely rhyming as we are So don’t get so excited He’s not that kind of writer The chances are we’ll wind up in some godforsaken cul-de-sac Not love No use to get sad about it Can’t love everysong Well let’s not lose perspective, now Just because we spend a little time together while we’re on our way And sure I’ll hold you for a little while If you ask me I can stay At least until tomorrow But now we’re halfway through the song and I’m still tagging along Surely clouds are coming soon But as of now I can see nothing but blue No use to go second guessing Can’t cry everysong Maybe the wine is going cheap at the creative retreat Maybe our man’s smoking something Because something’s feeling scarily like love No need to complain No siree Bob Can’t cry everysong |
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| 8. |
| 3:52 |
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Lewis
Never doubting Always faithful She returns She says she loves me And I could always Come to her She can’t imagine how Another lover Could turn her head And I’m so grateful That I’m still willing To have her home She says she loves me She won’t forget me And then she’s gone She thinks that later We can pick up the pieces And carry on And I’d forgive her Still not suspecting She could be wrong Now I’m so grateful I’m no longer willing To have her home Now I’m so grateful I’m no longer willing To have her home |
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| 9. |
| 2:58 |
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Clark-Cole
No longer harbour To escapist design I propose an exit strategy Could you let it go? A simple loss of traction On an empty road More than likely sleeping at the wheel And then again In it’s current condition Sustainded disrepair I’d say this house is falling down Ripe for torching, then A single cigarette falls From a sleeping hand and Softly, softly, softly I will slip away And fade until I assume complete transparency Softly, softly, softly I will slip away And then into the ether where I belong |
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| 10. |
| 3:46 |
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| 11. |
| 5:14 |
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Cole
Tripped on your Rolodex Brought up a cloud of dust I had to take an antihistamine Before I could move on and assess the damage done The fallout to contain The nonedescript manuscript on which you wrote In case of loss In case of loss It said return to this address So here we are except you don’t live here anymore And I guess I’m leaving I guess I’m getting around to leaving And then again Remember all I asked was just a little quiet please |
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