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Passive aggressive
03:08
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Writing songs
Living and loving
Like casting spells
I'm throwing dice
But lucks got nothing on me
Arranging the perfect conditions
For breeding
For cultivating
The tainted seed of your ideas
Funny how we think alike
(That's 'cos I told you what to think)
Funny how I have these ideas
Popping in my head
Passive aggressive
Passive
Aggressive
You got what you wanted
Passive aggressive man
Up in your head
I'm fucking up your programming
Up in your box
Decking your halls
With my belongings
With pictures that I painted
Think you can do better?
Go ahead and do better
Passive aggressive
Passive
Aggressive
You got what you wanted
Passive aggressive man
I didn't do nothin'
Just made a few arrangements
(Passive aggressive man)
It's not voodoo
It was already inside you
(Passive aggressive man)
Living, loving, loathing, casting
Spells of joy and happy endings
You're always casting spells
Passive aggressive man
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Boatyard
03:08
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On mornings like this
I'm glad I knew her
All the masts shrouded in mist
Remind me of Julia
How one day soaked in sudden rain
Her nipples stood out
Like moles in a whack-a-mole game
At the boatyard
It's dark out but I'm not blue
Sad and happy to look at the past
Lovingly and playfully
We broke in me and Julia
We broke in and we rowed to the island
The rain came down
Our shirts went see-through
We fell about and
Let go of the pain
If you don't know what I'm talking about
How are you supposed to sing along?
Just a boatyard to the layman
But we changed all that
We broke in
We broke in me and Julia
We broke in and we rowed to the island
The rain came down hard
Our clothes went see-through
We fell about and
Let go of the pain
Julia became
The catch of the day.
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Softly, softly
04:12
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I had a beer
It was not a very nice beer
But a beer is still a beer
Crowds - walking, waiting, stepping out
I used to think I knew best - better even
I wore a T-shirt with a beaver and a quiff
And if I never really did those things
Did I ever exist?
Feel I'm changing, I'm transforming
I'm standing in a doorway leaning and threatening
Standing in a door blocking you
Stopping you from leaving
Is growing up just growing old?
Is staying here just rolling over?
I'm getting up and going out
You're not changing
You're just swallowing time
You're not raising hell
You're toeing the line
(Can you help me?)
I can help you figure it out
You're not changing
Just remembering how it used to be
Softly, softly
A change is coming over me
In living a lie
You're letting in a little poison
When you let go a piece of your soul
You're letting go a piece of your whole
See your reflection in a broken glass
You're hard and round like a cue-ball
Stone-man
So white and so small
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4. |
Holiday at home
03:02
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You wish you were more like me
On holiday
You can see it in my lazy eyes
I'm on holiday
But it's OK
We're all just standing
Waiting for a train
(Are you going anywhere nice?)
Just the usual places
Except I'll be wearing sun glasses
Looking down on all the suckers
Working for their dream
It don't take no ticket to get there
It don't take no ticket to get there
Right now in the comfort of my own living room
I'm on holiday
You wouldn't think by looking at me
I'm on my way to work
I get up when I want
Take a long lunch break
Then I'm finished for the day
It don't take no ticket to get there
It don't take no ticket to get there
With a skip in my step and sunshine in my bowl
It don't take no ticket to get there
(Are you going anywhere nice this year?)
Just the usual places
Except I'll be smiling and
Looking down on all the suckers
Working for their dream
I'm on holiday
I've gone away
But you're still here
Why are you smiling?
You won't catch me
Muttering and swearing
Under my breath
Falling out with my neighbours
There's nothing doing.
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Jamaica
02:56
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Are we going to Jamaica?
When will be the next adventure?
Are you saying that you'll never
Come to my house in the summer?
It would be a shame if ever
Things were said that stayed forever
Like a piece of fossil amber
Shining, holding secret stories
Marching on through stinking marshes
Ever scared of sinking feelings
Dark receeding muddy waters
Fast becoming new horizons
Hold my hand so I don't falter
I am not the one you're after
I am just a story-teller
I cannot be held to reason
I will do the divination
Leaving you to listen closely
For the thunder
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