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These Clowns
04:20
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Detach those pupils from the screen
this life is more than just a lucid dream.
Just stand up straight so you can see
all of the places that you'll never be.
Let it fill your mind with jealousy,
I'll bet your eyes are way too square to see.
To tell the truth I can't pretend
I'm able to begin to comprehend
your over-complicated head.
I just don't seem to understand my friend,
the show is at its end it's at the end.
These clowns won't bother you again.
He whispers a shout, words coming out as smooth as a pebble
asleep on the riverbed.
And he doesn't quite know exactly the way these jokers did meddle
with his heart, we put it in his head.
When the people below me all looked to the sky,
well they saw me as I saw them.
After all they belong to the very same rituals and principals they condemn.
It's the headache in the morning and that heartbreaking sting,
It's the further it will take us or the closer it will bring.
It's given me everything I am.
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Memory Loss
04:56
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Sit down and look me in the eye
tell me what and tell me why we just let the currents win
and take us down the waterfall
is this the call?
Captain says drop your anchors now
take the world your feet allow.
The time has come to roll the dice
so close your eyes, release your mind and break the ice.
Old father time knows just where your mind disconnects
and he knows of those who mean the most to you.
And old father time knows just when your mind will forget them
and he'll lay down these obstacles just when you least expect them.
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Kettle of Fish
04:38
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Play you cards boy, it's not a childs toy.
This is life, go pick a wife.
We'll leave without you, frozen stiff.
Step into the light and pick a fight.
A broken droid searching for a way to mend
looking out for a dead-end waiting round the bend.
But little girl, I want to see your face again
but I'm cursed and slowly melting away.
Let the pin roll down your throat
bite the barrel and tell a joke.
Taste the freedom.
Take the risk.
We're all birds in a cage,
a kettle of fish.
A broken droid searching for a way to mend
looking out for a dead-end waiting round the bend.
But little girl, I want to see your face again
but I'm cursed and slowly melting away.
A picture in my mind is all I have now.
I could just fall down and stay down
become a carpet for the vermin
another meal for the vultures
a placebo for the dying
a retribution for the lost.
I'll become a scapegoat for the cowards
another meal for the birds.
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Termite UK
A 'disgustingly contagious' Neo-Psychedelic four-piece.
George Roberts - Guitar, Vocals,
Synth
Sam Mercer - Bass, Vocals
Sam Rodwell - Guitar, Vocals
Danny Brown - Drums, Vocals, Flute
+ Whatever other instruments take our fancy
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