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Que Sera, Quesadilla
04:04
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Give me the simple joys, some kind of peace of mind
Give me the words and noise, the tools to find an end I will never...
Living from day to day, pay to pay, drink to drink and night to night
Some nights it feels okay, some days it couldn’t feel less right
Now's too early to say, it feels too late to mention
There must be a better way, to something approaching perfection
Make me feel it for a minute and that's enough
Til I'm happy, you can't stop me, I will run
If there ever was a meaning, now would be a good time to find out
Lift up those rare and fleeting moments free of crippling self-doubt
Give me that lasting feeling, that I'm when and where I'm supposed to be
I'm sick and tired of dreaming, of a time and place I may never see
Make me feel it for a minute and that's enough
Til I'm happy, you can't stop me, I will run
Make me smile for a little while and that's enough
Til I'm happy, just try and stop me, I will run
I may be running in place, but there are worse places to run
Maybe I can’t do better than this, but I can’t stop until I’m done
Maybe I can’t do better than this, but I will try to, I will try to
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2. |
Where's God Etc.
02:26
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Can we fly, can we fly across grey and cloudy skies
Without the fear of knowing when the next attack arrives?
Can we lie, can we lie to ourselves you and I
About where we’re coming from, where we’re going to tonight?
Hide and seek is for the meek
Hold the children fast asleep
Turn the lights off baby, I don’t ever wanna see
Can we sing, can we sing of the places we will be
Once I get my shit together, once I let your conscience free
Better run, run, run, the man has got a gun
This is only getting started, this is nowhere close to done
Fuck me up, spill my guts, can’t ever get enough
Getting bored of my misery, but things are looking up
This is not enough, I’ve never looked so rough
Pack up all your stuff, we ride at dusk
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3. |
Born to Explode
03:23
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All the little things I'd never known
that make me so happy, seem so different in a distant glow
of a dimming light, it's so hard to find
the same joy when it suddenly seems so delicate
Lay awake in the dark, quarter to three
the ceiling tells me I'm my own worst enemy
try to fight the thought, running in my dreams
from the echo that's always chasing me
There's no way I will not fuck this up
When will I pay, when will I run out of luck
only so long anyone can keep it up
stabbing blindly in the dark at a button marked self-destruct
The light, it sparks a fuse
All we have, we have to lose
Our hearts beat harder to be blown to bits
Born to explode
All the massive things I'd never known
that make me so happy, I'll miss them when they're gone
I love the sky when it's night, I love the sky when it's clear
I hate it crashing down under the weight of my fear
Lay awake in the dark, quarter to five
ticking timebomb heart tells me I'm still alive
try to shrink the thought, astronomical in size
to an echo at the back of my tiny mind
I can't, I refuse
I'll fight, though I have to lose
Our hearts are wired to be blown to bits
Born to explode
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4. |
Blood on the Fridge
03:00
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There's a person in the car
There's a man on the run
Watch the fighting on the wall
And the shadow of a gun
There's some blood on the fridge
Extra money on the bed
Child left in the crib
His parents must have split
Get the rest of the supplies
Tonight's no night to die
No we're not gonna die
Marco grab me my wine
I feel the time is right
Behold o friends of mine
Tonight's no night to die
His father's on the phone
The truce is all but fucked
We're tired and alone
Look just like sitting ducks
Take me at my word
It's all part of the plan
My lines were never blurred
Here comes the fucking man
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5. |
The Big Aw Shucks!
03:58
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Reach the top, build a wall
Do what you can to tell yourself you stand tall
Raise your voice and figure out
What to tell your kids when they ask what your twenties were all about
We've had years to reflect
Your invaluable intercept
Nothing left to fight for but we're still upset
Pissed at the wind and all it holds
Let's hope the disease and hate don't crawl their way into your soul
This ship has sunk, the big aw shucks
This is fucked, but not enough
Just because you're better than me
Doesn't mean a boy can't dream
Temperature rise above filthy seas
Self-destruct your wildest dreams
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6. |
Reverie
04:07
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The stories we share are six thousand minor tragedies
Six thousand variations on the same theme
Six thousand roads with no redemption to the same old destination
Six thousand of the same streets with different names
And the same despair hangs in the sky of the same grey
The same two hands tick by another blank page of a day
We’re all scrabbling around for change for a better story
Just don’t share it with me, it will depress or bore me
Cos who the fuck ever told you that you had a chance?
Who would tell you a lie like that?
Some fantasy a faraway someone happened to scheme up
For a big screen reverie or paperback
They’re made to sell you lies like that
But if they didn’t, how would we know what to dream of?
The stories we share are six thousand distractions
Six thousand ways to lie about how you’ve been
Behind faces of six thousand deepening lines, a race of six thousand gridlocked minds
Six thousand damnations of the dream to dare to dream
And the same indifference hangs in the sky of the same grey
The same two hands draw a blank on another page, another day
What's the minimum amount of change you can buy a better story for?
Don’t tell me how it ends, I’ve heard this one before
You don’t have the heart to tell me I’m heartless
I’m not smart enough to tell you the possibilities are startless
So I disappear into drink and sometimes dance
Always bad comedy, sometimes bad romance
So when you ask me how I’ve been, I’ll have something to speak of
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7. |
27 Club Rejection Letter
04:32
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There was a time it seemed so inevitable
That this time wouldn’t come at all, how things change
There was a time, you felt closed in
Trying to escape from your skin now seems so strange
You’re not always gonna find it easy but you’ll try
You’re not always gonna find the reason, but you’ll try
You will try
Every new morning rises over your worries
Another little victory in every breath
And every day
That fear dies a little death
It burns and burns a little less
‘Til no fear is left
You’re not always gonna find it easy but you’ll try
You’re not always gonna find the feeling, but you’ll try
You will try
You and the universe made a compromise all those years ago
That you’d go your separate ways, leave one another alone
But so many lives, they need you, even if you don’t need your own
You can ask the world to pass you by, but it won’t
And all the photos on your phone screen
All the shit sold in the shops
Tell you live, laugh, loving’s easy
Like they’ve never known it’s not
Like determination not to die
Is just something you can buy
You have to try, you will try
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8. |
Growing Up To Do
03:04
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I keep coughing up in my brain
Wrapped in self pity, self doubt and pain
Come sunshine, baby come rain
See me standing there
Show me a way, please show me a sign
To get me out of my own fucking mind
Cos one day I know I have to be fine
I’m gonna make it out of here
My brain is out to get me
Tonight it’s weighing on me pretty heavy
Nothing to say and nothing to prove
I think I still have some growing up to do
Days go by somehow fast and slow
We’ve got one of two places to go
Nothing to see and nothing to show
But we'll break free in the end
I can’t say what else I mean
Still got plenty of tricks up my sleeve
Brothers in arms, sing it out with me
We’re going down together my friends
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9. |
DJ Salinger
02:41
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I used to have so much fun, now I guess I have a little less
It used to be so easy, now it takes all I got and I’ve only got a little left
I used to make an effort, now I guess I’m dressed to depress (or something less impressive)
It used to be easy to just say anything, now it’s so hard just to say yes
(but yes I guess)
This is a great party but I’m not a great partyer
You’re always so sharp, yeah I’d love to have that part of ya
I don’t know where to start, but I don’t know how to stop
Feeling so top-heavy so I guess it’s bottoms up
It’s just bodies looking for bodies
Blind trying to lose their mind
There’s nobody comin’ through here that could catch mine
I used to have something interesting to say, these days I forget
It used to be so easy to hold attention, now I catch myself boring myself to death
I used to talk about big plans for the future, but now that’s all in the past
There was that other party here years ago, do you remember that?
(No I mean)
This is a great party, but I’m not sure I’m the partyer
Who you remember now, but at least it’s still a part of ya
It’s all there at the start, but one day you’ve gotta stop
The lightness at the height becomes heavy at the top
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10. |
Hungover/Heartbroken
03:51
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I will construct a crisis out of thin air
Do what I do best and overshare
Remind me to just sit and stare tomorrow
I am a cycle of shame and insecurity
On repeat steadily and calmly
It's the only thing that I know how to be
Hungover
Heartbroken
Start over
Start again
Final round
Last shift
State of mind
Irrelevant
Lonely
Frustrated
Bedridden
Elated
Eventually I'll be fine
Run the clock back and start it one more time
I want to talk but not say anything
I want to know exactly what I'm missing
This is it, modern living for us
Warm beer and double whiskeys
Meet people, feel lonely
You never were the kind for this kind of scene
Hungover
Heartbroken
Start over
Start again
Final round
Last shift
State of mind
Irrelevant
Lonely
Frustrated
Bedridden
Elated
Eventually I'll be fine
Run the clock back and start it one more time
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I’d stand up and sing, but who’d listen or care
lonely watching the shapes dance through a half-empty glass in a half-empty bar
Me and happy hour never find ourselves living up
to what we promised, when just a minute of distraction would be enough
From the thought that life is short
These long days are taking up too much of it
Tonight is no night to die
But today has grown too old for me to do anything but sit
And wait
But hey, what are you waiting for?
I wouldn't know what to tell you literally or in metaphor
But hey, what are you running from?
If I knew the answer to that my friend, I’d be good and gone
Treading water at the bottom of another disappointing pint
I used to find my answers there, now I only feel questions rise
It used to be so simple to shut them out, I used to just lose my mind
But now this weight has taken more than its fair share of my time
Yeah the thought that life is short
Makes me hate these long days for taking up so much of it
Tonight is no night to die
But today has grown too old for me to do anything but sit
And wait
I’ve heard your jokes before, the punchline is always the same
Your stories are all just variations on the same boring fucking theme
Nothing ever happens in the end, nothing ever happens in the end
Don’t let that happen to me, I’m sorry my friend
I just don’t know what I’m looking for
I don’t know what I’m hiding from
I guess if either of us knew the answer, we’d be good and gone
I'll know what I'm looking for when I find it, probably, won't I?
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12. |
Centrepiece
03:39
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Can the past ever hear me?
Could you laugh soft and sweetly?
Like the first time you met me
Out in that brand new city
All our friends are loud and lovely
You never make me feel guilty
Bad or sad or filthy
Uptight, slight or shitty
Smile wide at the right time
Absolve me of all my crimes
You bring the centrepiece and I will bring the wine
These open mics are all the rage now
Everyone here desperate to make a sound
I can barely make your face out
For all the fuckers singing in the crowd
Take a while to take the bus home
A couple miles ain't so far to go
I feel shy but you and I know
In style, so ends our latest show
Look at me through blurry eyes
I'll pay each and every fine
You be the centrepiece and I will bring the wine
Is the future nearer to me?
When is the next time I'll see?
Like the last time you met me
In a very different city
My friends never forget me
I owe you individually
For all the grace and mercy
The guts and all the glory
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Character Actors Leeds, UK
Leeds' friendliest and handsomest British-Dutch-Seychellois punk rock band, formerly Free Dogs. New album, THE HARD PART, out now!
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