1. |
Your Ghost
03:56
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01. YOUR GHOST
I won’t be at the mercy
of your ghost, of your ghost
Cold hand knocking at my windowpane
I wanna be dancing with my friends
So if you go just be gone
no strands left hanging or dreams undone
My closet is already, already full
of skeletons hanging, no space for you
Life is the reason and it is all I have
Changing with the season
and the warm sun on my neck
Time is the reason and it is all I gave
Changing with the season
from birth to the grave
So if you’re gone, just be gone
So if you’re gone, just be gone
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2. |
Birthday
04:16
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02. BIRTHDAY
So many ways to start a fire
She came in from the west
and burnt us to the ground
I never knew you’d fall for that
Already so far from me
Oh where was your head at
Now it’s your birthday, how can I forget
The April date that’s so ingrained
Like Halloween or Christmas Day
So it’s your birthday but I’m so far from you
The cards we gave now thrown away
The words untrue
This year’s gone by in such a blur
You say that you’ve been jet-lagged
but are you tired of her?
And I met someone who makes me smile
but I keep my cards close to me now
That everything feels fragile
Now it’s your birthday, how can I forget
The April date that’s so ingrained
Like Halloween or Christmas Day
So it’s your birthday but I’m so far from you
The cards we gave now thrown away
The words untrue
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3. |
The Kick
03:14
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02. BIRTHDAY
So many ways to start a fire
She came in from the west
and burnt us to the ground
I never knew you’d fall for that
Already so far from me
Oh where was your head at
Now it’s your birthday, how can I forget
The April date that’s so ingrained
Like Halloween or Christmas Day
So it’s your birthday but I’m so far from you
The cards we gave now thrown away
The words untrue
This year’s gone by in such a blur
You say that you’ve been jet-lagged
but are you tired of her?
And I met someone who makes me smile
but I keep my cards close to me now
That everything feels fragile
Now it’s your birthday, how can I forget
The April date that’s so ingrained
Like Halloween or Christmas Day
So it’s your birthday but I’m so far from you
The cards we gave now thrown away
The words untrue
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4. |
Muhammad Ali
02:57
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04. MUHAMMAD ALI
It was the day that patient A escaped
and the air was frighteningly alive
Still in his hospital clothes with his name on a tag
fastened tightly at his wrist
And the sky was all swirls and dark clouds
and he was a white dot running for the hills
Like potassium hitting the water in a glass
fizzing brightly away from his past
Nobody can put me in a cage
I am Muhammad Ali!
It was the day that patient A escaped
Heading for the hills without a care in the world
Left his clothes in a stranger's house
and a name-tag which read 'Muhammad Ali'
A L I - A L I - A L I
Nobody can put me in a cage
I am Muhammad Ali!
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5. |
Sprung
04:22
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05. SPRUNG
Am I in the ninety-nine percent
Chasing dreams up a steep hill
We’ll go out and the debts can sleep
I really don’t care in your company
And when it rains we can go running
Kick up the dirt down to the sea
Each day a page on which to paint
And you’re no angel and I’m no saint
You’re no angel and I’m no saint
You’re no angel and I’m no saint
Throw my arms in the air as I race downhill
If the stones don’t get me the river will
If I get sprung like the scarab spring
Take it all back into my hands I’ll
Stop with the why and the wondering
Take it all back into my hands and
Life can be a little bit sweeter then
and the sparks can fly around us
begin again
Never met anyone quite like you
Sometimes seemed you were bullet proof
Smashing your way through the glass ceiling
with me nestled tight under your wing
Has your body caught up now with your mind
Or maybe it’s the other way round
The love was pure and I feel it still
but the fairground ride had lost its thrill
The fairground ride had lost its thrill
The fairground ride had lost its thrill
So it goes, it goes
So it goes, it goes
If I get sprung like the scarab spring
Take it all back into my hands I’ll
Stop with the why and the wondering
Take it all back into my hands and
Life can be a little bit sweeter then
And the sparks can fly around us
We’ll break it all down and start again
Bring it all right back to me
I wanna show you the way it’s gonna be
I see white horses in waves
In front of me
I wanna show you the way it’s gonna be
I see white horses in waves
In front of me
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6. |
Reprise
00:58
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7. |
Dead Wife
04:17
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07. DEAD WIFE
Your dead wife
In your car, in your home and in your life
Is she sleeping in this bed
Am I dreaming in the very spot where she lay her head
Can it be
How can it be that she has got the better of me
Her spirit is dead
It’s like the stuffing has been knocked out
of your favourite teddy bear
So where now have we gone
or are you happy living life with a skeleton
Can it be
How can it be that she has got the better of me
And how can it be
How can it be that we have let the good times cease?
Oh! Oh!
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8. |
Russian Korg
00:30
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9. |
Marching Band
04:07
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09. MARCHING BAND
We were always driving to some place
In the middle of the night or at the crack of dawn
And life was lived at such a pace
We had our conservations on the run
But shadows flicker in the headlight’s beam
Like ghosts in the road, like you and me
How can you be right by my side
So far away and out of time
I’m at the tail end of a marching band
With just a baton in my hands
And I can’t spin it and I can’t do tricks
I’m just a loser with a wooden stick
They put me in these feathers and sequins
But I’m too numb to rise to the occasion
The bells ring out and the girls they dance
But time stands still and I just can’t
We dreamt of building a big house
With music drifting from every window
Wouldn’t put your money with your mouth
Should have seen the signs, should have figured it out
So here we are, it’s the marching band
You’re at the front with a drum in your hands
And I dance to the rhythm that you set for me
But deep down we know that I long to be
Moving forwards and not keeping time
Your plans for the future are not the same as mine
It’s what we do
It’s you and me
One final drum roll to send us free
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10. |
I'm The King
04:01
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10. I’M THE KING
I woke up in a New York hotel room
with porn flickering on the tv
Called for room service and got me some nervous
chambermaid to come service me
Yeah these old, old habits
are so hard to break
Yeah these old, old habits
are winding me up like the spring in my step because
I’m the king, you’re the queen
I’m the king, you’re the queen
I met her in the back of the restaurant
and soon we were wrestling in the back of her 2CV
And I didn’t mean to disappoint you
but this is just the make-up of me
Yeah these old, old habits
are so hard to break
Yeah these old, old habits
are winding me up like the spring in my step because
I’m the king, you’re the queen
I’m the king, you’re the queen
Well I am no strutting peacock
all cascading belly and thinning on top
I’m just a slave to mother nature
Getting her kicks wherever she can, because
I’m the king, you’re the queen
I’m the king, you’re the queen
King king king!
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11. |
Underground
02:45
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11. UNDERGROUND
Eleventh of November I’ll go underground
A compass and a suitcase, I’ll leave it all behind
I’m walking down the stairs
I’m jumping from the bridge
I’m diving into blue ocean
Leaving bubbles on the surface
Show me the road and I’ll drive it
Down to the coast make my exit
Eleventh of November I’ll go underground
A compass and a suitcase, I’ll leave it all behind
You’ve held me back so long
I do not know myself
You’ve tethered me so tightly
I do not know myself
Show me the road and I’ll drive it
Back to before you existed
I don’t have to go with cymbals and drums
Majorettes will not process
No marching band will come
I’m walking down the stairs
I’m jumping from the bridge
I’m diving into blue ocean
Leaving bubbles on the surface
Show me the road and I’ll drive it
Down to the coast
Make my exit
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