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EYE Spy
03:07
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I spy with my little eye (x8)
It ends in silence
Once you get past the humming
Of a system that was working once
But now is running down
Eye spy a sickness
That is breaking down the rules
That we all choose to live by
In the streets of every town
I spy a faker
Who is taking you for granted
And is leading you to danger
That you could easily avoid
Eye spy a conflict
That will leave you sad and broken
And your home is cold and empty
And your livelihood destroyed
I spy with my little eye (x8)
I spy an ending
This will be broken and empty
And you will have fought for nothing
And you will not gain a thing
Eye spy a victim
Once you peel back all the meaning
And you play back the last message
And you haven’t learned a thing
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U
02:35
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I was nearly born in
A baby Austin
In a thunderstorm
Like other great people
Signs and portents nearly marked when I was born
Something begins with
Something begins with you (repeat)
I can’t expect you to stick around here
When I can’t even lay on enough beer
I cannot begin to think
of what I need to continue with
I've had longer movements than this
There's no I in TEAM
but there's two in idiocy
Something begins with
Something begins with you (repeat)
Something begins with U
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3. |
No York
04:10
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it's a beautiful day in the city
tourists come from miles around
everything looks so pretty
when the summer comes to town
but now it's winter always
the sun has shown it's ass
I'm sure it's not forever
it's just a blip that will surely pass
NO York
NO coach trips
NO Summer
YES christmas is cancelled
it's a beautiful day in the city
tourists come from miles around
everything looks so pretty
when the summer comes to town
but now it's winter always
the sun has shown it's ass
I'm sure it's not forever
it's just a blip that will surely pass
NO York
NO coach trips
NO Summer
YES christmas is cancelled
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Experience has made
Cowards of us all
I shouldn’t really act surprised
You'd always be the first to fall
When it happens as expected
Try to look surprised
They look for signs they’ve finally got you
In the corner of the eyes
punk killed all the dinosaurs
and live aid brought them back
roaming areanas like you've never seen us
imatating life in a cul de sac
Will there be lessons learned
Or will they pass unseen
As we enter into
The land of the unclean
In a way I’ve always known
The signs were always there
I just never acted on them
I suppose I never cared
punk killed all the dinosaurs
and live aid brought them back
roaming areanas like you've never seen us
imatating life in a cul de sac
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5. |
1979 part 2
04:13
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there was a knock at the door. Was the postman with a large record-sized parcel. that I had to sign for. Of course, no one signs for anything these days due to the fear of dying so it's just left on the doorstep at a safe distance and we nod to each other as I pick it up carefully, equally not wanting to infect myself with the hidden plague on the packaging. I take it inside.
carefully removing the card with a sharp box cutting blade, I remove the record which was made in 1979. A wonderful year for music but an equally terrible year for the country... where strikes, power cuts and three day weeks had lead to the future dystopian party taking control of our lives.
2020... it is 1979 again
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6. |
Climb A Tree
03:15
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Something’s in my head
And I can’t get it out
It makes me want to climb a tree
I must keep climbing
I have no choice
I know it’s silent but in my head
I hear a voice
It’s writhing in my head
It won’t let me sleep
Only climbing will set me free
Whispered tales of lost control
Many lies and failed tomorrows
I can’t see what is and isn’t real
A noise at nights
Sets me on my way
Climbing only will set me free
I must keep climbing
I have no choice
I know it’s silent but in my head
I hear a voice
As I reach the final step
I’m lit by the fire of the sun
The truth flies out from between my eyes
A new life has begun
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7. |
Tina! It's On
02:50
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I’m coming up from many miles below
Fuelled by a terrible need
The pressures making my eyes burst
And making my ears bleed
And nothings going to stop me from saying my piece
I can’t rest till I’ve got release (x2)
on it’s on it’s on it’s off (repeat)
The villagers went to get him
To purge him in the fire
They left out at the end of the field
He was trussed up with wire
And nothings going to stop me from saying my piece
I can’t rest till I’ve got release (x2)
on it’s on it’s on it’s off (repeat)
She always feels alone
In this crowded room
Because her voice is never heard
And it leaves her feeling cold
And nothings going to stop me from saying my piece
She won't rest till I’ve got release (x2)
on it’s on it’s on it’s off (repeat)
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I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t in a band
And we had some songs to work round
I still remember the witches houses I knew when I was little
And the houses you never took sweets from in town
There was a lot that was always kept secre
There were things where people wouldn’t speak
There’s a lot of things I’ve kept hidden
In a failed attempt to make things less bleak
Don’t be ashamed of what you do
It’s amazing what a little bit of hate will do
Don’t be ashamed of what you do
It’s amazing what a little bit of hate will do
We met at the diplomatic reception
A semi formal affair
Because Lagos is supposedly a shithole
So all the luminaries were there
There was a cloud over my attendance
I was booked on the next flight for home
Because of a misunderstanding with someone’s daughter
The rest of the staff left me alone
Over the hills and far away
A little bit of hate goes a long long way
Over the hills and far away
A little bit of hate goes a long long way
We took our drinks and sat outside
The sounds of the city all round
You’d slipped both of your minders
As mingling was not allowed
It seemed we talked for hours
The night time came alive
The party stopped at midnight
And we stayed out till five.
Over the hills and far away
A little bit of hate goes a long long way
Over the hills and far away
A little bit of hate goes a long long way
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9. |
The Film Behind My Eyes
03:41
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It must be nice to feel you belong
crack a capsule under your tongue
wake in the morning and I'll be gone
it's all right but it's all wrong
Don't come round here with your fasion plates
and your bottled beer and oafish mates
and your cultured behaviour really grates
plays all the records that everyone hates
the film behind my eyes is always on
I don't think I could put away my pride
and go through a bin to seen what's inside
I'm sorry but I'd rather die
than play another endless game of I-spy
I leaned over to talk to Pammie Sue
I like the way you do whatever it is you do
but there's only so much that T&A can do
and everybody just wants you..
and The film behind my eyes is always on
It must be good to walk in your shoes
I'd break my neck if I was you
but then I'm me and as we saw
there wasn't a thing worth fighting for
nothing to save nothing to score
you obviously prefer to sleep on the floor
or any couch that calls your name
casting thoughts that end in shame
and the film behind my eyes is always on
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10. |
Famine & Feast
02:40
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When I worry we’re too far from our roots
With too much to get through
I remember we used to have nothing
And nothing to do
I remember the famine
I’ll stand the feast (4)
There’s times when it’s too much
And it gets on top of me
But for years the cupboard was bare
And our lives were just empty
I remember the famine
I’ll stand the feast (4)
This is why I think of those
Who are suffering more than me
I’ll do what I can to help them
And hold them up when they need me
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11. |
Zee
02:26
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The smile cracks her face
as she heads for the bar
but she cries as she turns on her heels
there's a smell of sharp liquor
surrounds her like a halo
isn't it time you found out how it feels
I sprawl with an air
of louche arrogance
with a life of broken promises gone by
my past is a maze of
disappointment and deceit
it's less natural to draw breath than to lie
it started with an A
ended with a Zee
cryptic tales of mystery
incorporated with
some history
told in flashbacks of misery
I'm sitting at a table
surrounded by ghosts
of people I betrwayed and let down
they all want the chance
to dance on my grave
till then they're just hanging around
I went to the moors
where we laid you to rest
and I searched in the moss and the stone
I found the heather had flowered
a contrast in red
against the white of your knuckle bone
it ended with a Zee...
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Metal Postcard Records is an independent record label based back in Sydney and influenced by the likes of Fast Records /
Factory / Postcard / Island / Stiff and Bill Drummund's wonderful Zoo records
We believe in new music from around the world ... not world music !
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