1. |
Everybody's Dying.
07:54
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WE 'RE FOLLOWING THAT PICTISH TRAIL OF THE DEAD,
THROUGH STONEY, PASSED CRAIL,
ALL THE WAY DOWN THE EAST COAST, (phat as a rat)
UNTIL WE GET TO THE BONNIE FIRTH OF FOURTH,
WHERE WE CAN FINALLY PRACTISE OUR BLACK LEDGE JU- JU,
ON ME, ON YOU, ON EVERYONE.
EVERYBODY'S DYING, WITHOUT A SOUND.
FOOTSTEPS FOLLOW, HEADS TO GROUND.
INTERNAL BLEEDING, ON TWIRLY BIRDS.
ONCE THE GRIEFS IN, IT CANT GET OUT.
EVERYBODY'S DYING, TIMES ARE LEAN.
MISSING FAMILY MEMBERS, FRIENDS AND LOU REED.
AND THE LIVING, TRY TO GET ME BY.
BUT ON A SILVER LINING, I CANT SURVIVE.
I HEAR THE BIRDS TWITTER AND IM FILLED WITH PRIDE.
ON THIS LONELY ISLAND, I WILL ALWAYS BIDE.
I LOVE THE BACKGROUND CHATTER, THOUGH ALLIE AMBIENT HAS DIED.
THE SOUNDS OF THE CITY KEEP ME ALIVE
THE SOUNDS OF THE CITY KEEP ME ALIVE
THE SOUNDS OF THE CITY KEEP ME ALIVE
THE SOUNDS OF THE CITY HELP ME SURVIVE
EVERYBODY’S DYING TO BE SOMETHING
EVERYBODY’S DYING TO BE FREE
EVERYBODY’S DYING TO BE SOMETHING
EVERYBODY’S DYING TO BE FREE
EVERYBODY’S DYING TO BE SOMETHING
EVERYBODY’S DYING TO BE FREE
EVERYBODY’S DYING TO BE SOMETHING
EVERYBODY’S NOT ME.
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2. |
Hell Mary.
03:12
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I CANT BELIEVE IM PLAYING AT THE GALLERY
THIS KIND OF THING WASNT MEANT FOR ME
ITS PUNK ROCK BUT ON A SALARY
SIANO DID IT FIRST
SO I SHOULD REALLY LET IT BE.
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3. |
Bell Jar Jesus.
06:24
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YOU MAKE MY SPIRIT RISE,
EVERY TIME YOU OPEN UP THOSE CRYSTAL BLUE EYES.
YOU MAKE ME NOT WANT TO DIE,
AND GIVE REASON TO THIS LIFE IN ALL ITS DISGUISE.
BUT ITS ALL RIGHT,
ITS OK NOW FOR MAYBES.
AND ITS ALL RIGH,
AND YOU STILL LOOK GOOD FOR BABIES.
YOU ARE A WOMEN BUT YOU ARE DEVINE.
LIKE A PIECE THAT TASTES REALLY FINE.
A MILLION WORDS BUT I CHOOSE SUBLIME.
FOR EVERY MARINER THERES A PIE
DO YOU LIKE TO SURF ?
TAKE MY HAND.
WE CAN SURF THE HORIZON TOGETHER.
FOREVER.
YOU MAKE MY SPIRIT RISE,
EVERY TIME YOU OPEN UP THOSE CRYSTAL BLUE EYES.
YOU MAKE ME NOT WANT TO DIE,
AND GIVE REASON TO THIS LIFE, IN ALL ITS DISGUISE.
BUT IT ITS ALL RIGHT,
ITS OK NOW FOR MAYBES.
AND ITS ALL RIGHT,
AND YOU STILL LOOK GOOD FOR BABIES.
I WAITED FOR YOU BY THE CITADEL,
NODDING OUT TO A JAMIE XX REMIX OF ADELE.
I AM THE END AND YOU ARE THE BELL,
I AM THE APPLE AND YOUR'E WILLIAM TELL.
BURROUGHS STYLEE.
YOU MAKE MY SPIRIT RISE,
EVERY TIME YOU OPEN UP THOSE CRYSTAL BLUE EYES.
YOU MAKE ME NOT WANT TO DIE,
AND GIVE REASON TO THIS LIFE, IN ALL ITS DISGUISE.
BUT IT ITS ALL RIGHT,
ITS OK NOW FOR MAYBES.
AND ITS ALL RIGHT,
AND YOU STILL LOOK GOOD FOR BABIES.
IM NOT AROUND,
LIKE ALL OF MY HEREOS.
MY WORLD IS SOUND,
LIKE ALL OF MY HEREOS.
IM NOT AROUND,
LIKE ALL OF MY HEREOS.
MY WORLD IS SOUND,
LIKE ALL OF MY HEREOS.
IM NOT AROUND,
LIKE ALL OF MY HEREOS.
MY WORLD IS SOUND,
LIKE ALL OF MY HEREOS.
IM PURE UNDERGROUND,
LIKE ALL OF MY HEROS.
CAUSE ALL MY WORLD IS SOUND,
LIKE ALL OF MY HEREOS.
LOST NOT FOUND,
LIKE ALL OF MY HEREOS.
LOST NOT FOUND,
LIKE ALL OF MY HEREOS.
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4. |
Nu Man / Old Model.
03:03
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I AM AN ARTIST
I AM A CHRISTIAN
I AM A CHRISTIAN WRAPPED IN MUSSLIN
I AM A MUSLIM
I AM A CHRISTIAN
IA M A GOOD BRITISH PICT
I AM AN ARTIST
I HAVE NO GUILT
I CONNECT TO THOSE WHO HAVE SUFFERED BEFORE ME
I AM AN ARTIST
I AM A CLAN WARRIOR
IM AN ARGONAUT
I AM NOT SECLUDED
I SEEK RAPTURE I FEEL PAIN
I HANGON EVERY WORD
I AM THE LAST OUTPOST IN THE BLACK
I AM A WHITE ANGLO SAXON PRODISTANT
I WAS BORN BUT I HAVE NO GUILT
I AM AN ARTIST
IM THE SMILING SKULL
I AM THE BEAT AT THE CARNIVAL
I AM THE FAULT ON THE LINE
I AM AN ARTIST
IM A GOOD SCOTTISH PICT
I AM A CHRISTIAN
I AM AWARE
I AM THE PAN
I SEE THE DAWN
CATS
I AM MY MINDS EYE
I GET DEEP
I GET DEEP
I AM AN ARTIST
I AM THE SWEET HONEY DRIPPING DOWN YOUR THIGH
I AM AN ARTIST
I HAVE NO GUIILT
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5. |
Looking For A Bed.
04:52
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JEMIMA CONSIDER THIS WARNING,
YOU HAVE A REAL MIGRATION PROBLEM.
IF ONLY YOU WOULD HEAR REASON
IM WITH THE CONNELY’S YOU STAND WITH THE STEVENS
OH.
NO BACKBONE, NO WICCA.
YOUV'E NEVER GROWN UP, YOUR'E THE OLDEST SWINGER.
STRANGE ANIMAL, YOUV'E BEEN FUCKING CHILDREN
BUT NOW YOUV'E BEEN FUCKED BY HAMBIL
OH.
EACH DAY EVOLVING FROM PORN,
BUT WHAT OF OUR DEPORTED CHILD OF THE CORN.
AT THE PARTY YOU WERE LUNA
YOU CAME STRAIGHT AT ME WITH YOUR MOOD HOOVER.
OH.
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6. |
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IM WAITING ON THE WOODSIDE STRIP.
EVERYBODY'S COMING DOWN IT.
IM WAITING ON THE WOODSIDE STRIP.
EVERYBODY'S COMING DOWN IT.
THE METHADONE MUMMIES OUTSIDE BAIRDS PHARMACY
THEIR LOOKING DOWN THERE HOKEY COKEY NOSES AT ME
AND THEIRS ROSCOS IF YOU WANT A CHEAP TIN OF BEANS
I FLICK THE SWITCH THEIRS GONNA BE ANOTHJER DAY LIGHT ROBBERY
IM WAITING ON THE WOODSIDE STRIP.
EVERYBODYS COMING DOWN IT.
IM WAITING ON THE WOODSIDE STRIP.
EVERYBODYS COMING DOWN IT.
AND THE LOCAL STATION, YOU KNOW IT DOTH PLAY
'SWEET JANE' ALL DAY LONG, WHEN OR IF I GET MY WAY.
AND THE RIVER OF DOUBT WITH HAR THAT COMES STRAIGHT UP FROM THE SEA
IVE LEFT THE WOODSIDE BUT HAS THE WOODSIDE EVER LEFT ME ?
NO WAY.
IM WAITING ON THE WOODSIDE STRIP.
EVERYBODYS COMING DOWN IT.
IM WAITING ON THE WOODSIDE STRIP.
EVERYBODY'S COMING DOWN IT.
ITS NOT JUST HER BODY, THAT JULIE DOTH SELL.
SHES GOT HER OWN VERSION, OF THE NIGHT SHADE SPELL.
AND HER BROTHER BILLY, HE JUST, A CANNON ON THE LOOSE.
HES NOT IN CRAIGINCHES BUT THAT JUST BECAUSE CRAIGINCHES MOVED.
IM WAITING ON THE WOODSIDE STRIP.
EVERYBODYS COMING DOWN IT.
COMING DOWN.
IM WAITING ON THE WOODSIDE STRIP.
EVERYBODYS COMING DOWN IT.
COMING DOWN.
IM WAITING IN THE WOODSIDE STRIP.
COMING DOWN.
EVERYBODY’S COMING DOWN IT.
COMING DOWN.
IM WAITING ON THE WOOIDSIDE STRIP
COMING DOWN
EVERYDODY’S COMING DOWN IT.
YOU COMING ?
AND THE SALLY ARMY BUILDING,
WITH ALL THOSE SPIKES AND LOCKS
MORE LIKE A FORTRESS THAN HEAVEN.
AND THE SALLY ARMY BUILDING,
WITH ALL THOSE SPIKES AND LOCKS,
MORE LIKE A FORTRESS THAN HEAVEN.
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7. |
Moody Break Inn.
04:52
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I COULDNT BELIEVE IT, I WAS JUST SITTING IN MY ROOM, YOU KNOW ? GETTING DOWN ON MY TUNES, MAKING THIS HOUSE TRACK AN I HEARD A NOISE.
I HEARD A NOISE OUT IN THE HALL, WENT TO IT, AN THERE WAS SOMEONE IN MY FUCKING HOUSE, SOME FUCKING COMPLETE STRANGER, SOME VALLIED
UP, JUNKIE BINT. YOU KNOW ? IM LIKE “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE ?”. AND SHES LIKE “OH, IS THIS NOT DEREKS HOUSE ? IS THIS NOT
DEREKS HOUSE ?”. NO, ITS NO FUCKING DEREKS HOUSE ! WHAT THE FUCK ? GET OUT MY FUCKING HOUSE MAN!”. SHE’D COME IN AND GONE ‘HELLO ?
HELLO ? DEREK DO YOU WANNA SELL ME SOME DRUGS?”. I COULDNAE BELIEVE THERES A FUCKING STRANGER IN MY HOUSE KENNY MAN, SOMEONES IN
MY FUCKING HOUSE. YOU KNOW IM TRYING TO MAKE THE FUCKING MUSIC, YOU KNOW ? TRYING TO GET DOWN ON MY FUCKING THING, AND SOME FUCKING,
JUNKIE,
FUCKING GINGER, BINT IS IN MY HOUSE, “DEREK ? DEREK ? YOU GOT ANY DRUGS FOR ME ?”. HOW THE FUCK DID SHE GET IN THE BUILDING ? JESUS MIN !
THIS IS MY FUCKING HOUSE, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN ? ORIGINALLY, I THOUGHT IT WAS MAYBE DAWN, BACK EARLY FROM WORK OR SOMETHING, BUT…..
I FUCKING SHAT IT MAN ! MY ADRENALIN WAS LIKE FUCKING PUMPING, I TURNED INTO A FUCKING LION. I COULDNT BELIEVE IT, A STRANGER IN MY HOUSE.
IM JUST TRYING TYO MAKE MY TUNES MAN, YOU KNOW ? AND THEN SHE HAD THE CHEEK TO LIKE, STAND ABOUT IN THE HALLWAY AND SAY “AWW NO, BUT IM SURE
ITS THIS HOUSE”. WELL DEREK DOESNAE STAY HERE, DARLING, FUCK OFF !! THIS IS MY HOUSE.
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8. |
John Is Dead.
04:27
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HE'D BEEN AROUND WITH LOVE,
ALL THROUGH MY LIFE.
HE SUPPORTED RAITH
BUT OTHERWISE HIS MIND WAS ALL RIGHT.
HE TOLD MY MUM “STICK IN", AT KIRKCALDY HIGH
I CANNOT BELIEVE. (Believe it son)
THAT JOHN HAS DIED.
HOW COME IT POURS ?
WHEN YOU CANT ABSORB THE PAIN.
AND EVERYBODY KNOWS,
ITS MORE THAN A SPRINKLE OF LIGHT RAIN.
HOW COME IT POURS ?
WHEN YOU CANT ABSORB THE PAIN.
AND EVERYBODY KNOWS
ITS MORE THAN A SPRINKLE OF LIGHT RAIN.
YOU CANT MEASURE THE JOY,
TO MY VOID, THAT HE WOULD BRING.
HE LOVED THE BEVERAGE,
ITS A PARK MAN, NEVER TOUCHED A DRINK.
THE PUTTING AT FAIR ISLE,
BENEATH THE BRIDGE, BELOW LOTHIAN SKIES
I CANNOT BELIEVE. (Believe it son)
THAT JOHN HAS DIED.
HOW COME IT POURS ?
WHEN YOU CANT ABSORB THE PAIN.
AND EVERYBODY KNOWS,
ITS MORE THAN A SPRINKLE OF LIGHT RAIN.
HOW COME IT POURS ?
WHEN YOU CANT ABSORB THE PAIN.
AND EVERYBODY KNOWS
ITS MORE THAN A SPRINKLE OF LIGHT RAIN.
’SOME HAE MEAT THAT CANNAE EAT
AND SOME WOULD EAT THAT WANT IT,
BUT WE HAE MEAT AND WE CAN EAT,
SAE LET THE LORD BE THANK IT’
(THE SELKIRK GRACE- RABBIE BURNS)
TODAY WAS THE DAY,
IM SUPPOSED TO JUST SAY "SO LONG”.
A GOOD TURN OUT, WAS NO COMFORT,
AT THE CREMATORIUM.
THE 15TH OF THE JULY, JUST CANT SAY GOODBYE.
WHILE HES ALIVE IN MY HEART AND MY HEAD.
I CANNOT BELIEVE. (Believe it son)
THAT JOHN IS DEAD.
HOW COME IT POURS ?
WHEN YOU CANT ABSORB THE PAIN.
AND EVERYBODY KNOWS,
ITS MORE THAN A SPRINKLE OF LIGHT RAIN.
HOW COME IT POURS ?
WHEN YOU CANT ABSORB THE PAIN.
AND EVERYBODY KNOWS
ITS MORE THAN A SPRINKLE OF LIGHT RAIN.
HOW COME IT POURS ?
AND EVERYBODY ROUND HERE KNOWS.
ITS MORE THAN A SPRINKLE OF LIGHT RAIN.
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9. |
Me.
05:12
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ME, IM SEXUALLY DAMNED.
ME, I KEEP SOME CHARM IN A JAR.
ME, JUST BY THE BED BUT CHARM IS OVER RATED.
ME, EMOTIONALLY IM CORRUPT.
ME, I STRUNG MY HEART OUT ON LOVE.
ME, BUT WHEN IT CAME BACK ,IT WAS OVER GRADED.
I NEED HITS.
I NEED HITS.
NO YOUTUBE FIX,
NO, TWEETS DON'T EXIST FOR ME.
I NEED HITS.
ME, MENTALLY IM NOT THERE.
ME, MY MIND S EXCLUDED ELSEWHERE.
ME, THE CHAPTERS ON DUCHAMP, I HAVE FORGOTTEN
ME, IM AT A DEAD LOSS.
ME, WITH ACADEMIA GLOSS.
ME, ID RATHER WRITE THAN READ, JUST TO FOLLOW.
I NEED HITS.
I NEED HITS.
NO YOUTUBE FIX,
NO TWEETS DON'T EXIST FOR ME.
I NEED HITS.
ME, CULTURALLY I AM NIEVE.
ME, I WEAR MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE.
ME, THAT SLEEVES ATTACHED TO A SHIRT, BOX FRESH FROM COPENHAGEN.
ME, MY HEADS IN A BIN.
ME, LIKE THE SOUND WHEN I SING.
ME, IVE ALWAYS HAD AN UNHEALTHY INTEREST IN, LESBIANS.
I NEED HITS.
I NEED HITS.
NO YOUTUBE FIX,
NO TWEETS DON'T EXIST FOR ME.
I NEED HITS.
I NEED HITS.
I NEED HITS.
I NEED HITS.
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10. |
Reebok Jesus.
06:38
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THE SMELL OF CUT GRASS, REMINDS ME OF KIRKCALDY.
ROLLING UNDER HYDRANGEAS, BEING YOUNG STUPID AND NAUGHTY.
I CANNOT QUITE BELIEVE, THAT IVE JUST TURNED FOURTY
WHAT HAVE I DONE WITH MY LIFE ? COMPARED TO SAY, JIMMY CAUTY.
WHEN I WAS YOUNG I WOULD ONLY WEAR ADDIUDAS
NOW MY NEW SAINTS HAT IT READS REEBOK, JESUS.
WHAT THEW FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME ?
MY PRINCIPALS HAVE GONE ALONG, WITH THAT BACON BUTTIE.
I FEEL YOUR TONGUE INSIDE ME,
IT REMINDS ME OF BEING 14
AT THE BEAVERS DISCO, IN BRECHIN
IF YOU WERENT OLD ENOUGH TO GET INTO FLICKS IT WAS TRHE ONLY PLACE THAT COULD GO
WHEN I WAS YOUNG I KNEW THAT I WAS RIGHT
PUNK ROCK HAD LIT THAT ETERNAL LIGHT
BUT WHERE DO YOUR PRINCIPALS GO ?
WHEN YOU FIND YOURSELF TUNING IN, TO HERB ALPERT ON THE RADIO.
THERE'S A MUTANT THAT WANTS ME DEAD.
EIGHT HAIRY LEGS THAT ARE ALL PAINTER RED.
AND A FACE LIKE A SKELPT ARSE,
THIS DEFENCE PROCEDURE, IS A FUCKING FARCE.
WHEN I WAS YOUNG, I LOVED EVERYONE.
NOW ITS JUST NOT TRUE, BECAUSE THERE ARE SOME,
THAT ID LOVE TO SCALPEL AWAY.
THE CROWS ARE CIRCLING OVERHEAD, I GUESS THAT THEY FEEL THE SAME WAY.
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11. |
In The Boat.
03:07
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IN THE BOAT NEVER COMING HOME
MAN YOU SHOULD IT IN THE SUMMER TIME, ITS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL.
TAKE ME HOME.
WHERE I CAN BELONG.
TAKE ME HOME.
WHERE I CAN BELONG.
TAKE ME……..
IM REALLY NOT TRYING TO MAKE AN EXCUSE.
FOR THE THINGS THAT I LOVE TO USE.
BUT IF THERS NO VICTIM,
THEN WHERE IS THE ABUSE ?
ITS WHY IM STRIKING OUT
WITH THE N.A. BLUES.
TAKE ME HOME.
WHERE I BELONG.
TAKE ME HOME.
WHERE I BELONG.
TAKE ME BACK WHERE I WAS BORN.
TAKE ME HOME WHERE I BELONG.
TAKE ME BACK WHERE I'M UNKNOWN.
TAKE ME HOME TO MY OWN.
TAKE ME BACK WHERE I HAVE GROWN.
TAKE ME HOME WHERE I BELONG.
TAKE ME BACK WHERE IVE BEEN SHOWN.
TAKE ME HOME WHERE I BELONG.
TAKE ME BACK TO BARNTON.
TAKE ME BACK TO FARMERS HALL
TAKE ME BACK TO GREENLEE DRIVE
TAKE ME BACK TO GLEN ESK HIGHS
TAKE ME BACK TO DEER ROAD
WOODSIDE.
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