1. |
Move Out
04:16
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Future flashes before my eyes
A premonition of our demise
It's not a scene I wanna stick around to see
That pensive look on your face
Tells me we're now in a race
It seems the time has come for us to flee
I'm moving out now, off of the estate
Down the garden path and out of the front gate
Now is not the time for sentimentality
There comes a time when you have to decide
If you wanna live or you wanna die
Get out while you can – and don't look back – there's nothing there to see
What's the word from Erehwon?
Where people pass-by but no-one belongs
A transient state is where I wanna be
No-one knows me, no-one cares
The only problem is the twat upstairs
Breathe the traffic fumes, the air so free
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Territoriality
03:57
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Scent markings on the walls
Listen out for alarming calls
Watch out for danger signs
The natives are easily riled
One street to the next
Mutually hostile sets
“How man, we're just passing through!”
But I guess you've got nowt else to do
Always tense and ready on guard
Wary and scared, no we weren't hard
Kickings, humiliations and chases
Mocking and scornful young faces
Why'd it have to be this way?
Scared to go out round the doors to play
This tiny world's not much, but it's all that we've got
Struggle and strife, don't you know that's your lot
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3. |
Cellmates
03:46
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Pacing back and forth in an enclosed space
Same old conversations with the same old faces
It's hardly surprising that tempers fray
When there's just no getting away from this place
Did anyone ever ask for this?
It was mere circumstance that brought us together
Maybe there were choices, decisions made
But I'm stuck with you like I'm stuck with the weather
Counting down the days til I can get out
It feels like life but it can't last forever
Learn to get along with my cellmates
But I'll have no regrets when I say “see you later”
What did you do to get stuck with me?
A moping twat who refuses to join in
We could pass the time with fun and games
Or I could sit in the corner, silent and morbid
Sorry you have to put up with me
I know I'm a bore and a chore to talk to
Wish I wasn't here, always out of place
But the doors are locked, so what can I do?
All we have in common is proximity
All we have in common is our history
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4. |
Garden Fences
03:14
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When I was small garden fences were only three feet high
A wooden frame with plastic wire for little feet to climb
Into the neighbours' garden, not worried about the dogs
Knock on for Rob or help myself to Mr Corners' pea pods
When I got a little bit taller, so did the fences too
Wooden stakes with no footholds, topped with spikes so cruel
Many a time, skipping over the fence, you'd catch your foot and fall
Or even worse, your foot would slip and you'd be skewered in the balls
When I grew up the garden fences were all six feet high
Solid panels with no grips or gaps for little kids to climb
Every garden is a closed-off world, safe from prying eyes
And my Mam has to stand on a bucket to chat and socialise
Oh thank you Maggie! We're all privatised now...
Fuck you Maggie! We're all atomised now
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5. |
Reading Weirdo
02:08
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They used to call this Brown-town. The streets were awash with smack. Lads I'd known since nursery; their brothers. My cousin. People standing at their own front door shouting "How lads, wanna buy some scag?" "Nah, ya alreet like." But I was tempted.
Ralph Avenue was bad. It was like every other house, it was Dealer... Smackhead... Dealer... Smackhead... I heard one of the McBurnie's got AIDS. Others got jailed. The rest wound up down Camrex House. Gradually, things settled down. Some of the survivors are still knocking 'round.
I used to cut through Ralph Avenue on the way to my mates'. One day I saw Pearsy in a garden over the road; he shouted over: "How Neil lad! You still reading books?" He laughed and I smiled, but he's dead now - has been best part 15 years.
And for myself? I chose not to choose heroin; I chose something else. And the reasons? Well I guess it's cos I read books.
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6. |
Pink Woz 'Ere
05:55
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Scars get weather-beaten and the words get washed away
The memories fade until there's nothing left to say
(Pink Woz Ere)
Obscurity is imminent, the fate we must embrace
Empty anonymity is all that marks the place where
Pink Woz Ere
I sit and watch the world pass by
To my surprise, before my eyes
A thing I thought immutable was changed
It was erased
An idle flick and it crumbled and scattered
An indifferent air like it didn't even matter
But it did
I think it did
In small obscure ways the past maintains
An echoed phrase, haunted remains
Here and there you still find secret signs
Another time in my mind's eye
A relic left over from a world long-gone
A resonant reminder that the world moves on
And no-one cares
Why should they?
If I don't remember then what does it matter
If everything fades and is forgotten hereafter?
Pink Woz Ere
But now he's not
Pink Woz Ere
But now he's gone
Pink Woz Ere
But now he's gone
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7. |
Along The Line
05:59
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Along the line I remember a time
Of saplings tied to stakes for who knows what crime
We were young and the world was raw
Now all these years later, it's not like that no-more
I remember the rubble of the old depot
The pit-line we called the Yellow Brick Road
Burnt-out cars on top of the hill
And scramblers racing about on the field
Why is it such a surprise to find
We've grown up together and the years have been kind
So mellow and leafy you've grown since last time
I walked along the line
To grow is to change, to leave yet remain
Weathered and lined, still I recognise your face
Streets so familiar, was I ever away?
Yet with subtle shifts the sharpness fades
Life has a way of forcing a rhyme
A hazy rehash of some other time
Like birdsong, the sound of kids playing in the street
The aching remembrance that once it was me
Why is it such a surprise to find
We've grown up together and the years have been kind
So mellow and leafy you've grown since last time
I walked along the line
From Rocky Hill down to Ryhope Dene
The subbie, the fields, the factories and streets
I'm a working class kid off a council estate
And my heart will always be there
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