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I Want You to Know
03:22
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I used to think that my thoughts were the strangest of dreams,
Till I realised what the songs that you sing in your dreams mean.
It means that you're learning, it means you compare,
To the ways in the main that connect what you know
With what you feel from life.
You search for the meaning, the sonics of science
And threads from the tale of souls that you're shaping,
Balls that you're breaking,
Sucked from the void that becomes the morass
I want you to know now.
I want you to know I want you to know now.
I want you to know.
I laugh at people and they often take it in vain
Or realise that it's nothing to laugh at a joke.
And it's wiser to smile and be thought of as stupid,
That to vomit your words and remove all the doubt.
See we've been trained to advantage
We've been dressed for a purpose
And we perform like dogs when the rabbit goes by.
But it feels like it's right
And it's hard to reverse
The course of nature that naturally flows from our words,
I want you to know now.
I want you to know I want you to know now.
If you've got something on your mind
You'd better take the time to come and talk about it.
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Crossfire
03:37
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Hello Princess.
What's my nature ?
Where's my welcome ?
Where'd that come from ?
You've been caught in the Crossfire between
My good intentions, my bad judgement their bad dreams.
Who's to say if they really meant it,
Or really saw it, or thought it, or felt it ?
Where's my princess,
My one and only ?
Devoured by something you've got no control over.
Life will get you down,
It'll turn your smile upside down,
When you've got nothing left to give
That's when your guts will bring you in.
Read it in lights and say goodnight
This is the part I'll take,
I'll break my heart on it.
We got lost inside our own little world.
And that's alright most of the time but we need to be careful.
When you're a little too precious,
When you're a little too sensitive
I take no notice, I take no notice.
Life will get you down,
It'll turn your smile upside down,
When you've got nothing left to give
That's when your guts will bring you in.
Read it in lights and say goodnight
This is the part I'll take,
I'll break my heart on it.
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Church of Second Chances
04:02
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You can read about the money,
And talk about the past.
Design your better motives,
And cheat them to the last,
But every message you could give them,
Is then poisoned by your recent chequered past.
We are counting out the money,
Evaluating shame,
We are trying to revise the dues,
The passions we berated,
We are locked out of your room,
We are banished to the coming gloom.
This is the last saloon for dancing,
This is the church of second chances,
It's alright.
When you realise the difference,
That you make on funeral day,
When you try to take your load off,
You are shocked and dismayed,
To find your credit is no good,
And you've been pawned of everything that you believed.
We are counting out the money,
Evaluating shame,
We are trying to revise the dues,
The passions we berated,
We are locked out of your room,
We are banished to the coming gloom.
This is the last saloon for dancing,
This is the church of second chances,
It's alright.
Help me to understand,
Help me lend my hands,
I am no good.
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Working up your week and the boss man says,
"Son, time to hit the dole queue".
Flat out on your back it's a hard knock,
I figure it's time to make some music.
Everybody moving and we don't stop,
Just mind the bite don't break your skin in a minute now.
Welcome to the Breakdown.
Everybody wondering where the cats gone baby,
Just mind the bite don't break your skin.
Time to make a plan, get the beat pumping,
Till then we'll be going nowhere.
Everybody moving and we don't stop,
Just mind the bite don't break your skin in a minute now.
Welcome to the Breakdown.
Fed up of lock down, we'll be breaking out,
Dancing with a screw loose.
Buzz is taking hold, now we're on a roll,
Welcome to the Breakdown.
Everybody moving and we don't stop,
Just mind the bite don't break your skin in a minute now.
Welcome to the Breakdown.
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Bill Coleman Ireland
Makes music with a laptop, a guitar and a pile of live-recorded loops. Reminds people of Eels, Flaming Lips, Talking
Heads...
Spent 2011 writing and recording a song a week - check out the "Throwing S**t at a Wall" album.
Currently working on his third studio album.
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