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The Pleasure Is Mine
04:21
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The pleasure is mine
I speak for myself
I take on the town from time to time
I dress to the nines
I leave work on time
I share every thought that’s on my mind
I’m on the attack
I’m putting them back
and questioning your measure of the man
I’m off and I’m on
I’m black and I’m white
I live in a thousand shades of grey
and maybe I will
I think that I might
just spit on the floor what they might say
I’m acting surprised
I’ve been plagiarised
by the second thoughts that play on my mind
play on my mind
The pleasure is mine
The pleasure is mine
So I keep on marking time just right
I’m moving in lines, you tell me to;
making sense of ‘the French defence’ tonight
The pleasure is mine, so I keep on marking time
I’m blinded by light
I swing to the right
I’m Colouring in between these lines
I’m lost on the dial
I fell out of style
I’m hanging on every exit sign
A film to fulfil
I’m shooting to kill
the doubts in the back of your mind
in the back of my mind
The pleasure is mine
The pleasure is mine
So I keep on Marking time just right
to Stay anodyne
to keep me from tying down the party line tonight
The pleasure is mine, so I keep on marking time
Into the unknown
I’ll go it alone
I run at the shadows on your wall
It’s twenty below
I’m letting you go
To the corner side, just to let you know
what’s at the dark end of the road
I’m biding time
I’m staying in line
Not trying to mark my cards tonight
Taking my time
Taking what’s mine cos the word is this pleasures all mine
the pleasures all mine
The water is fine
No crossing the line
So I keep on Marking the time
marking the time
The weather is fine
I made up my mind to go
marking time tonight
marking time tonight
The pleasure is mine
The pleasure is mine
So I just go marking time
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2. |
Love Heist
02:52
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I didn’t ask what the mask was for
I didn’t ask before the drive
I didn’t fast forward like before
I didn’t ask to be tied uptight
Flashing lights flashing lights started tearing me apart
Flashing hearts flashing hearts all the things your ever want from me,
set out your demands
in your ransom plan
cos you never know baby
Calling all cars there’s a love heist happening to me
Stealing looks, stolen kisses on the APB
Only hot pursuit now can set me free
I never saw where trap was sprung
I never saw where it all begin
I never saw where the law was run
I couldn’t fight when my hands were tied
Flashing lights flashing lights started tearing me apart
Flashing hearts flashing hearts all the things your ever want from me,
set out your demands
in your ransom plan
cos you never know baby
Calling all cars there’s a love heist happening to me
Stealing looks, stolen kisses on the APB
Only hot pursuit now can set me free
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3. |
Stuck In My Ways
03:01
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Everybody tells me how I’m
stuck in my ways
need little something just to get through the day
yeah I need a little something,
feel a little nothing today
I got something stuck in my eye
felt a little nothing when I started to cry
and I need a little something, need a little something try
cos the good guys know just what to say
but I don’t feel that way
and everybody tells me I’m just stuck in my ways
everyone says I’m quiet today
need a little space to be back in the game
yeah he needs a little something,
need a little something I
know, my god, that’s heavy to hold and it
sounds like a burden I don’t want to be told
but I’ll take a little edge of
make a little progress today
and every good boy does fine
so they say, but is it just a line
cos everybody tells me I’m just stuck in my ways
Heaven help the man I think I am,
Heaven knows the man I think I am at heart
Heaven help the man I think I am,
Cos he don’t give a damn,
Cos everyone knows I’m just stuck in my ways
everyone says it’s tough at the top
I did a little climbing then decided to stop
cos I needed something different
needed something other
than that I am certain or as sure as I can
that it’s better just to coast than to work for the man
so I started out living, just about surviving today
No one needs to know whose shirts you wear
Or if they’re easycare,
Cos all they say is ‘I’m just stuck in my ways’
Heaven help the man I think I am,
Heaven knows the man I think I am at heart
Heaven help the man I think I am,
Cos he don’t give a damn,
Cos everyone knows I’m just stuck in my ways
Cos everyone knows I’m just stuck in my ways
Cos everyone knows I’m just stuck in my ways
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Aerodrome Motel
03:29
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Always wrapped up in what you think
See the world from the kitchen sink
All the plays you wrote in disappearing ink
Melodramas with suspect lines
Hidden meanings for you to find
buried deep in the ones that you keep behind
No ones checking in and so I check out aerodrome motels from a lucid dream
no ones coming down and no ones taking off; this home from home with a wave machine
Setting sail on the silver trail to gold mines that you won’t stay
but sometimes it feels that way
yellow pages and cut-off lines
lay unraveled as you unwind
your backstory blurs into unknown times
disconnected this pantomime
falls at the finishing line
No ones checking out and so I check in aerodrome motel for a lucid dream
no ones coming down and no ones taking off; this home from home with a wave machine
Setting sail on this silver trail to gold mines that you can’t pay
on the tiles with the Anglophiles
you know that here comes trouble
here comes trouble
Setting sail with the nonpareils
you know that here comes trouble
here comes trouble
left alone
in the great unknown,
cos you know home from home,
No ones checking out and so I check in aerodrome motels from a lucid dreamno ones coming down and no ones taking off; this home from home with a wave machine
No ones checking out and so I check in aerodrome motel for a lucid dream
no ones coming down and no ones taking off; this home from home with a wave machine
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5. |
No Hard Feelings
04:23
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She’s waiting on a goodbye
Holding out my hand
Waiting on a red light
Couldn’t understand
why she never sleeps she’s
Holding out her hand
writing on the back
an address for her to land
No hard feelings,
Like she meant it,
Like some goodbye song
No hard feelings,
Like he knew this all along
She turning from the winter
holding out his hand
taking out each splinter
from their broken plans
god knows Its been on a cold spell
Taking down this man
Freezing out each whisper
Quiet as she can
No hard feelings,
Like she meant it,
Like some goodbye song
No hard feelings,
Like she meant it,
Like some goodbye song
No hard feelings,
Like we knew this end all along
No hard feelings,
Like you meant it,
Like some goodbye song
No hard feelings,
Like we knew this all along
Now she never sleeps she’s
Held out in my hand
Fading in this picture
Held right in my hand
Fraying round the edges
holding out her hand
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Rough & Tumble
04:04
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Shake some action baby call
Dial this number on the wall
Milf seeks BBC for rough & tumble
Or to grin from ear to ear
Dial this other number here,
Chelsea smilers on the dial tonight for rough & tumble
but all i ever wanted was to shake a little action tonight
but all the action here’s a little edgy and it’s starting to bite
Well it reads your mum was here
but just to make it clear
There’s no believing words scratched in with a pocket knife
take a snatch of salt tonight
and a shot of cuervo light
the meseroles are packed in tight…: for rough and tumble
all i ever wanted was to taste a little honey tonight
but this here honey bee’s a little edgy and it’s itching to bite
Taking down the number now
cos I ought to know just how
the BBC seeks radio for rough & tumble
Hiding undercover was another dirty secret to show
but is it still rumour when the headline reads it’s ready to go
shake some action went the call, cos if you
need some rise and fall
You better watch your back for heart attack from a meserole
Slap & tickle is the game
But if you don’t go naming names
There’s a judge who loves to feel touch of sticky fingers
A power trip, a mason's grip, a “take him down” that rings down the hall
But all I know is now he needs the pleasure of the gavel to fall
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7. |
Dear Modern Times
02:46
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Dear modern times
No I don’t want you to remember
Never mind, no mind,
No I don’t want you to remember
Little lies, to hide behind
Alibis to pacify the senses
The best of times,
The worst of timings for consensus
enmity just seems to occupy the TV
Spinning lines to change your mind
Cutting ties, with what’s outside the window
Dear modern times maybe it
Seems too strange to mention what you said to me
Dear modern times maybe it
Seems too late to question what you say to me
And often times
No I don’t need half baked opinions
It seems to me too many fuckwits on the tv
Polarised to pay no mind
Not surprised, I’m trying not to notice
Dear modern times maybe it
Seems too strange to mention (what you say to me)
Dear modern times maybe it
Seems too late to question (what you said to me)
pay no mind
I’m only trying to cutout all noise
pay no mind
I’m only trying to save you from the
The silent treatment
(better watch what you say)
Dear modern times lately it
Seems too strange to mention what you said to me
Dear modern times maybe it
Seems too late to question what you say to me
Dear modern times
No I don’t want you to remember
want you to remember
Never mind, no mind,
No I don’t want want this new forever
dear modern times
dear modern times
dear modern times
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8. |
Dancing With A Gertrude
03:08
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Diana died in 95
There’s been no Valerie since some time late in 83
Suzanne dropped out of the list
Kylie will be sorely missed,
Maybe Trevor, being Frank,
So will Tracy
way out in the Sandwich Isles
you might find a man called Friday
Or Wednesday in the Addam’s house
When the advert starts to say
Do you love a girl called Ethel
Have you kissed a boy named Clive
Or gone dancing with a Gertrude
Was a Gary born this side of the century , I wonder
Is your name still alive?
Maybe Lee’s on the decline
My darling Clementine it must be four score years or more since we heard her mates
shouting crossed the playground gates
And Vera, Chuck and Dave are heading for and early grave
Well have you met a beau before
Outside of a dandy screenplay
Or spelled belle out in semaphore
As the advert turned to say
Have you heard a guy called Gerald
Have you seen a child named Pam
Do you love a girl called Ethel
Have you hugged friend called Stan
Or gone dancing with a Gertrude
Was a Gary born this side of the century , I wonder
Is your name still alive?
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9. |
American Expressways
02:40
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American expressways, falling into lines
At sunset, tailing back to Ocean Drive
American expressways, calling me
“Go west my son, set sail upon the 405”
American expressways
A highway to repress old Father Time
American expressways
American expressways
American expressways falling all this
Nation building, California came undone.
American Expressways, underneath the
Westway dreaming, get me to the church on time
American expressways
Electioneering press-hounds down the line
American expressways
American expressways
Say they don’t wanna fight no one no more
Tired of the sickle tooth & claw
A way back home to see
For a way back home to drive thru
American expressways
A highway to repress old Father Time
American expressways
American expressways down the line
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American expressways falling
Im just calling home
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10. |
White Courtesy Telephone
04:28
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Lovers dial nine
never a call for you
only a hall of strangers
walking through
airports and trains
never a place for you
never a home to go so you wait….for courtesy calls for you
only one phone to ring
it could change everything
Love calls for you on a courtesy phone
that rings silent and cold
your line is impossible
voice start to break as you steal a double take Of heartache
Lay me to rest
Cos I’m sick and tired……
ride out the tide
once again
Put it to bed
I burn my self out
thinking about
a phone call from a friend…that breaks sticks &
stones for you
please do not call again
what can you say to that
Haven’t you heard it’s a battle of words
When they’re tied in your tongue
your line is impossible
voice start to break as you steal a double take Of heartache
Say good night
I’ll hold your candle tight
sail in to harbour’s arms
shelter your heart from harm
always on hold, on a strangers phone
courtesy call, for you
What is there left to do
But Into the night again
Lovers dial nine again
Into the night again
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Nick Frater Croydon, UK
Croydon based songwriter/producer/multi-instrumentalist.
Specialising in 60s/70s inspired power-pop.
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