Playful looks, clever hooks Drama done in style Got the talent on the books And data loaded in your file Pretty pictures say a lot But not a dot is true There's so much junk to edit out And all your friends Are just like you Here it is, the life You dreamt about Everybody paid to see Listen to the mob They scream and shout They dig your personality Pearls of wisdom turn to dust Your bottom line, an offshore trust Hearts and minds snap to on cue And all your friends Are just like you Iconic fate, perfect date It isn't what it seems Precious people dedicate Their waking hours And killing dreams So walk among us when you care And share your point of view But no one doubts you're well aware That all your friends Are just like you Love and peace is what we do These words have meanings That are new If you don't buy it, that's on you Hate and war, the sick and poor These things are problems too The answers we're all looking for Are on your list of stuff to do So let us fix our gaze upon The brightest of the few Some people that you brought along They're all your friends And just like you Here it is, the life That brought you low Everybody paid in kind Listen to the mob They love you so Even though you rob them blind All the money in the world The trash and baubles That you're due A Nobel prize, just give the word And all your friends Will get one too Royalty, conspiracy Rackets that pay well There's content here For all your needs To liven up the road to hell The blackest angel of them all Stuck with you through and through But now you're lost like many souls And all your friends Are just like you Here it is, the life You dreamt about Everybody paid to see Listen to the mob They scream and shout They dig your personality Pearls of wisdom turn to dust Your bottom line, an offshore trust Hearts and minds turn off on cue And all your friends Are just like you
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Lifestyle. Personality. Influence. It's a beautiful world out there and you own it. Or it looks like you do, to your friends. But you don't. And all your friends are just like you. From the KENTISH TOWN album.
Silken ties and velvet threads Greasy hands and sticky beds Charity for sale inside And pockets that are deep and wide She's a picture of grace and style He's a thug with a winning smile High society on the town Shaking everybody down Don't ask what they're up to And don't look over there You think this is your land So brightly unaware Happy stories on your TV show And we're all in this thing together Hide our faces From the modern world And we live like this forever City swank and country life Vicious husband, brutal wife Big donations and hearts and prayers And armaments and weapons fairs She's a highly respected source He's a fan of excessive force Top professionals on the make And friends and family on the take It's our very special place We hide away here Don't ask what they're up to And don't look over there You think this is your land So numbly unaware Happy stories on your TV show And we're all in this thing together Hide our faces from the ruling class And they live like that forever Golden braid and jewellery Defenders of democracy Secret agents who kill and lie Dirty laundry piled high and dry She's a valued authority He's a mess of conspiracy Selfless servants, the good and great And rich rewards for those who wait Welcome to your special place We built it all for you
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A golden couple, out on the town. It's all for charity, so don't ask any questions. They earned their privileges. And you know your place. They built it just for you. From the KENTISH TOWN album.
Creaking imposters Waiting for you Waiting to take You far from the truth This is the way The way of the world Reality is somebody's dream Campaigning is All politics needs Governing right Is for the bees This is the way of the world Reality, somebody's dream Keep on hoping and Don't feel down Keep on trying and Never frown We all know there's A bond which exists More that unites Than cuts us in bits It's time that we took Took back control Dug politics Right out of its hole Everyone can They can do their bit This is a job Where everyone fits Come on let's take back control Lift our world out of its hole Keep on hoping and Don't feel down Keep on trying and Never frown There is a land, a land A land for which I long Of tolerance, tolerance The power of singing Together in one song So next time you hear The masters of fear Trying to say You'll lose all that's dear Then this is the way The way of the world Reality is somebody's dream Don't you give in To their venal sin Remember to cherish The world you live in Come on let's take back control Keep on hoping and Don't feel down Keep on trying and Never frown Come on, let's take Let's take back control Stand up as one And show them we're whole There is a land, a land A land for which I long I long
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Since when has reality been someone else's dream? Whose land is this anyway? Time to take back control. From the KENTISH TOWN album.
The world was a place With threat all around Poverty and fascism Were gaining ground Some people saw The power of you and me And created the theatre of Unity A black man came walking Into Somers Town A man with a mission To keep no man down Theatre and music Were his weapons of choice But strongest of all Was his powerful voice People do best When we work together Stand in unity, show we care Robeson came And sang for us all The lives we lead And the hopes we share Almost an outlaw In his homeland then Got no parts To sing to other men Off he travelled Seeking friends abroad In Somers Town he found them And they struck a chord "Plant in the Sun" Shows how we can unite Coming together For a common fight Don’t let the bosses Keep you far apart Strength comes from Unity of mind and heart People do best When we work together Stand in unity, show we care Robeson came And sang for us all The lives we lead And the hopes we share He was large in stature And spirit as well Humble and respectful Those who knew him tell Sweeping up floors He was happy to do But his voice was his gift How he told what’s true Working at the Unity Was close to his heart Saying what he wanted Through his talent and art Clearly at home Enthralling all around The beauty of his voice Bathing all with sound People do best When we work together Stand in unity, show we care Robeson came And sang for us all The lives we lead And the hopes we share Performing here Was a great success Awards and good reviews All over the press They even went to parliament To gain more support The lives of working people Had the focus they ought The artist must Take sides you know To fight for slavery Or freedom oh My father was a slave How can I forget My scripts champion equality Which I don’t get
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Somers Town, near King's Cross, London. A lesson from history. The artist must take sides, you know. From the KENTISH TOWN album.
Promised land in a restless sea Stood alone so famously Songs and stories Make us happy How come we all feel so crappy Golden people and all true blue Exclusive access, but not for you Gather round, here's your local pride Lost and found, taken for a ride But sign your name for victory There's nothing else For you to see here Time to take the garbage out There's nothing else to do about it Heart of stone sinks in a sewage sea While darkness falls so quietly Myths and legends Make us feel good Much more so than real life could Sketchy people but all true blue Rank corruption, but not for you Gather round, here's your pretty flag So small minded, what a drag, still Sign your name for victory There's nothing else For you to see here Time to take the garbage out There's nothing else to do about it Such a sweet capitulation Rotten people and all true blue Socialism, but not for you Gather round Here's your classy friend A party that will never end So sign your name for victory There's nothing else For you to see here Time to take the garbage out There's nothing else to do about it Sign your name for victory There's nothing else For you to see here Time to get the message out There's nothing you can do about it
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Sometimes the wrong side wins. But victory will not ultimately belong to the true-blue plastic patriots. Will it? Time to take the garbage out. From the KENTISH TOWN album.
Should I wonder who you are Perception left this door ajar The night alarms you Life becalms you Sometimes The street befriends you Fear upends you Thought crimes Battered down but not resigned Kentish Town was a state of mind Reality is something somebody said History is hiding under your bed Scruffy little maisonette I hope you haven't forgotten me yet War engaged you Love enraged you Back then New devices Same old vices Once again Rotten floorboards And window frames Unholy people playing games Peeling wallpaper left behind Kentish Town, you lost your mind Reality is something inside your head History is hiding under your bed Pretty flowers Tombstone towers Sat for hours Pleased to know now why you came And Kentish Town is not to blame Long dead loves and Hands in gloves and Cold now Frosty window Don't you feel so Old now Pretty flowers Sat for hours Kentish town, you broke my heart We never should have grown apart Chilly stairs and broken lights Silly charming lovers' fights Reality is freaking out in my head History is dying under my bed
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A nightmare journey back into the psychedelic past. Has anything changed? Did you leave anything behind? What does this spectral visitor say? Kentish Town is not to blame. From the KENTISH TOWN album.
Your voice of reason your playful touch All playing God But not too much Supernatural and super cool A theory of everything It all adds up But here’s the thing All the lovers Night and day Under covers Make the angels go away Your sleep of reason Your gothic fear All by the book There’s no one here Mathematical pathways To a theory of everything That’s all there is And here’s the thing All the lovers Night and day They’re under covers to Make the angels go away Keep your guard up Demon haunted Petrified None of the facts Are on your side The shadows in the cave Are talking So turn the TV on Heavenly light The threat is gone Take your little magic pills And say a prayer or two One day the truth Will come for you All the lovers Night and day Under covers Make the angels go away All the lovers Night and day They’re under covers They made the angels go away
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You can't hide from the truth forever. But that hasn't stopped a lot of people from trying. Never fear though. We're working night and day, to make the angels go away. From the KENTISH TOWN album.
Summertime seems made for love Encouraging ideas above The station that I have in life Exclusion cut back with a knife I see your smile and Have to look back You aren't supposed To do it like that The world you have Is far from my hopes You stand in the middle Whilst I'm on the ropes And yet it doesn't seem to matter You are you and I am me When our words are shared together Somehow one and one make three So we move along again Finding more and losing them We seek our way carefully We can't alert the enemy You are rich and I am not Your Hampstead house A wealthy spot Where people come from many lands Eating dinner and shaking hands But me, I live in a council flat With Arsenal fans I drink and chat But together we know who we are We treasure that so we'll go far What can we do, no one would see Compatible when we are free The people who live there inside Are not tied by petty pride We know our love We know that we care We take the time to be there We listen hard, we share the load We work as one and take this road There are no secrets to our passion It passes through the barriers there The people we are is what matters Not the place where our parents are So on we go, enjoy the scenes Never think of differences It seems we have more in common Love each one, having fun You are rich and I am not Your Hampstead house A wealthy spot Where people come from many lands Eating dinner and shaking hands But me, I live in a council flat With Arsenal fans I drink and chat But together we know who we are We treasure that so we'll go far As time goes by we build a life Things go well, we battle strife The two sides of the lives we lead Are reconciled, help when we need It seems we thought The worst of them all But people came When their children called The rich and the poor The good and the bad It seems they're both In your mum and dad The enemy becomes your friend now Hampstead, Regent's Park alike We can walk wherever we want to Love it seems can cross divides Happiness is the love we share In fact goes out everywhere When people see how we can be Wealth matters not, so set them free We know our love, we know our care We take the time to be there We listen hard, we share the load We work as one to take this road
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Two different worlds? It's possible to navigate them if we know who we are and where we are going. From the KENTISH TOWN album.
Life is tougher Like quicksand People suffer No cash in hand Prices rising More everyday Not surprising We struggle to pay You can’t see what’s going on You don’t know what’s going wrong Stand back please And open your eyes See the pain, hear the sighs It’s time to get out and Shed your cool veneer It’s time to find out What it is like to live in fear Solid insulation Protects you from strife Serious inflation No threat to life Money you spend Is always replaced Your share dividend Protects your space You can’t see what’s going on You don’t know what’s going wrong Stand back please And open your eyes See the pain, hear the sighs You dance and swing And show us charm Pretend that you cause us no harm There must be a human inside That knows that to themself they lied It’s time to notice The world of Camden Town It’s time to see those People struggling all around It’s time to show us You understand the grind It’s time to do something For humankind Outside your bubble People exist Mounting trouble Response with a fist Criminalisation You know that’s right Incarceration Poverty out of sight You can’t see what’s going on You don’t know what’s going wrong Stand back please And open your eyes See the pain, hear the sighs
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Is it time to notice what's going on? Yes, it is. So open your eyes and look outside your bubble. From the KENTISH TOWN album.
Stark prophecy to contemplate A horror show Some people love it Grim calculations correlate But freedom-lovers rise above it What a joke, the planet's dying Just ignore them, they'll keep trying No mystery why life is good, and They'd live like us if they could and So tonight the world's on fire Strung out on romantic fiction Let me know your heart's desire There can be no contradiction No lessons learned from history A taste of blood Some people crave it All bridges burned for you and me Destroy the village now to save it What a joke, the planet's dying Just ignore them, they'll keep trying No one will take our liberty Nobody said that life comes free and So tonight the world's on fire Strung out on romantic fiction You can have your heart's desire We'll accept no contradiction And tonight the world's on fire Strung out on romantic fiction Satisfy your heart's desire Let it be your valediction What a joke, the planet's dying Just ignore them, they'll keep trying No one will live except us few That's the best that we can do and What a joke, the planet's dying
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Freedom-lovers can't accept limits on liberty. The world is all theirs to exploit, so their favourite books tell them. They can have their heart's desire. What a joke, the planet's dying. From the KENTISH TOWN album.
The little towns Revolt once more So green and pleasant Safe not sure They only do this 'cause They saw your face I'm still your friend and I'll stand in your place Take the next bus out Go I'll wait there for you Shake off the shadows If they follow you home again and Turn down the voices Shouting over the airwaves when the Power goes out and the Network shuts down and your Friend didn't call you back and Now you're alone again Wasting time Useless charm and Hopeless beauty Breathless calm I only trust you 'cause You're all I've got Your building is burning You're not even hot Take the train downtown Go I'll wait there for you Shake off the shadows If they follow you home again and Turn down the voices Shouting over the airwaves when the Power goes out and the Network shuts down and your Friends don't return your calls and Nobody knows you now They rewrite our history with Their flags and their fairy tales and Empire clouds Our city skies We run before the The waters rise The holy rain Is coming down All for nothing Tell me if you think this matters Shake off the shadows If they follow you home again and Turn down the voices Shouting over the airwaves when the Power goes out and the Network shuts down and your Friends don't return your calls and Nobody knows you now They rewrite our history with Their flags and their fairy tales and Empire clouds Our city skies We run before the The waters rise The holy rain Is coming down Tell me if you think this matters They rewrite our history with Their flags and their fairy tales and Empire clouds Our city skies We run before the The waters rise The holy rain Is coming down Shake off the shadows If they follow you home again and live
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There are places it's not safe to stay. You have allies, but they might not be there for you. The old backlash builds again and blots out the sky. But the holy rain will come. From the KENTISH TOWN album.
I look at you And I see your face I message you Because I see disgrace The digital life Is what I embrace The virtual world Where I've found my place I can speak my thoughts And I'll find support I make death threats And I'll never be caught there There is a world Where I can be What I want to There is a world Where I'm free And so are you Let's make it real Let's join up Let's go to battle You know how I feel Drink this cup We'll get them rattled I post my tweet The likes return Do more of that My mind is quick to learn When I speak my views In the Oxford Arms People look at me Showing faint alarm I can feel alone My life getting thin When I'm on line It's my chance to win There is a world that can be Really free There is a world Where I can be What I want to There is a world Where I'm free So are you Let's make it real Let's join up Let's go to battle You know how I feel Drink this cup We'll get them rattled So I take this chance Gather friends around We all agree Our ideas are sound We decide now is time Let them see the hounds This COVID hoax Will be our battleground
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Dissatisfied with reality? There's an app for that. And other people think like you. You can join up. You can feel free. You can go to battle. From the KENTISH TOWN album.
Man is sitting in the street Shoes are missing from his feet Mattress up against a shop door The pavement is his living room floor Archway tube on a Wednesday night Free hot food is a welcome sight People come who live in need In a city with excessive greed Volunteers who smile and talk Say the words then walk the walk They see the person behind the face We are all of the human race Family gathered all around Festive cheer it all abounds Forget your troubles and your woes Leave them in the snow The fire keeps us warm Walls protect us from the storm Keep us safe this year Keep us free from harm and fear The world is creaking don’t you fret Climate targets will be met There’s no need for haircloth shirts Boostering leaders still assert As the heat and rain get worse Someone out there is filling their purse Bezo’s rocket punches the air Consequences he don’t care Convenience is worth money now Fuelling his rocket, his cash cow Uncertainty infects everyone That’s why we all need xmas fun Family gathered all around Festive cheer it all abounds Forget your troubles and your woes Leave them in the snow The fire keeps us warm Walls protect us from the storm Keep us safe this year Keep us free from harm and fear Happy Xmas all Family gathered all around Festive cheer it all abounds Forget your troubles and your woes Leave them in the snow The fire keeps us warm Walls protect us from the storm Keep us safe this year Keep us free from harm and fear Family gathered all around Festive cheer it all abounds Keep us safe this year Free from harm and fear Happy Xmas every one
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Our 2021 Xmas single, featuring funky bass and guitar, kicking drums, and - yes! - sleigh bells.
Call out the guard Wake up the cops Summon the troops Everybody stops Hidden out of town But the network is down Tracked from the air Friendly fire in the square Here comes a man With a gun in his hand Saviour with a plan Draws a line in the sand War’s another kind of thrill The leader said A shady city on a hill Its soul is dead You’re so needy you could fall for it But he’s protected and he’s full of shit Names all blacked out Never doubt the leader’s way Faces recognised Undisguised power play Last barricade Their parade Blown away Here comes a man With a gun in his hand Saviour with a plan Draws a line in the sand War’s another kind of thrill The leader said A shady city on a hill Its soul is dead You’re so needy you could fall for it But he’s protected and he’s full of shit Blood in the sand In a land Turned to dust Save us from harm Red alarm Poison trust He’s not to blame We all came And this is fate No second thought We are caught And it’s too late There went a man With a gun in his hand Prince without a plan Drew a line in the sand War’s another kind of thrill Until you’re dead A shining city on a hill The leader said I knew for certain that you’ll fall for it Cos I’m corrupted and I’m full of shit
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We don't know what's going on. But something is. We don't know what to believe. But someone does. We're so needy. And he's not to blame. War's another kind of thrill.
Soul child living on the edge Her heart full of pretty pleases House sound Driving through the town We're down With Party Jesus There's no plan Who's in charge Soul man living in a loft He adds to his releases Kick drum never lets up Gonna smash us all to pieces Now it starts All the world is locked up tight But the boys and the girls Are turning out All the fear is gone tonight And the State Police Are burning out All the world's on high alert But the boys and the girls Are showing up Wear your gear and don't get hurt Now the party lines Are blowing up I would love to hold your hand In your red and golden land You are right and they are wrong We must be strong Top gun living in the sun His army so high and mighty Disk drive, hotel fun He looks so whitey tighty There's no plan Who's in charge Class act putting on a show All lies, but lies are power See how low he can go Sells out in half an hour Now it starts All the world is locked up tight But the boys and the girls Are turning out All the fear is gone tonight And the State Police Are burning out All the world's on high alert But the boys and the girls Are showing up Wear your gear and don't get hurt Now the party lines Are blowing up I would love to hold your hand In your red and golden land You are right and they are wrong We must be strong Film girl helping us survive She tip-toes around the rubble No one got out of here alive But still she took the trouble There's no plan Who's in charge Tech guy hiding in his cave He's fearful of all diseases Kick drum never lets up Gonna smash us all to pieces
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So many distractions. So many bad actors. The world turns, but not in a good direction. Locked up tight and on high alert. But do not fear. The kids are the future. Otherwise the kick drum will smash us all to pieces.
Follow me I'm going down Follow me To Camden Town Come with us We're going down Going down In Camden Town When the lights turn blue And the world revolves And I'm true to you And the pain dissolves On the plane of sound There is space for love You were lost and found There's still time enough In the cool of green And the rush of red Night flight into dreams Dancing in my head Loved up in the groove In electric air Bodies start to move No one seems to care Follow me I'm breaking through Ecstatically I'm here with you Come along Escape is real The beat is strong Hypnotic feel When the lights go black And the world explodes And I need you back And my soul corrodes On the plane of fear There is space for hate You weren't even here Didn't even wait But the cool of green And the rush of red Fly me into dreams Dancing in my head Loved up in the groove In electric air Bodies start to move I don't seem to care Slow down Deep breath Hold back Soul death When the lights turn blue And the world revolves And I'm true to you And the pain dissolves On the plane of sound There is space for love You were lost and found There's still time enough In the cool of green And the rush of red Night flight into dreams Dancing in my head Loved up in the groove In electric air Bodies start to move No one seems to care
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The power of imagination. The lure of escape. The cool of green and the rush of red. Two sides to everything. Two people as one. Planes of physical sensation. All one big party. Until the lights go black.
Blackened bricks A room for kicks Get your clicks It's so shiny and empty now Dank and dark Tried to leave a mark Caught a fatal spark Can you remember how Finger nails Going off the rails No more happy tales Just a hole in our history Down and out We can scream and shout Leave no room for doubt Just a stain on the road to see I thought maybe I'd leave some trace Give me somewhere To hide my face Native sound Crashing all around We could hit the ground Or be buried forever here Near or far There's no other Scar And you know what you are You're deadening atmosphere I'm not going To leave this place I will always Be in your face You're all lying You're in the red And while I'm dying I'm in your head Money lies Power fries The music dies You've got to get over it Freedom sighs Lovers' cries Illegal highs You've got to love eating shit I thought maybe I'd leave some trace Give me somewhere To hide my face You're all guilty You're sad, you're dead But I'm not done yet I'm in your head
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A rip in the fabric. A blot on the landscape. Rending the past, sterilizing the future. Railway arches that were dank and dark and filled with noise. Redeveloped in some deathly way, but not quite forgotten, yet. Meanwhile, someone is lying to you and it's not us.
Black leather goth girl In the market hall She could live here forever If she lived at all And a cowboy from Belgium In a white T-shirt Getting smashed for the weekend In the Camden dirt Boots in the sky, you're frightened Lovers run by, enlightened Robots go bad, we fear them Lovers go mad, we hear them Walk on by, street scene Lifetime high, be seen Underground tube stop Ballroom blitz, bass drop You're on fire, I'm cool Hot desire, old school Band of the moment plays downstairs No money left but then who cares Girl with a Gibson In a music pub Riffing two chords an hour She can join the club Gang of pretenders In a white limo Getting down with the hipsters By the lock below We're here too late, we know it Our lovers' fate, we blow it Alice has gone, forever Please kiss me now, or never Walk on by, street scene Lifetime high, be seen Underground tube stop Ballroom blitz, bass drop You're on fire, I'm cool Hot desire, old school Band of the moment plays downstairs No money left but then who cares Why don't we stay here This feels like home Telegram Sam Is in the Hawley Arms And his iPhone is buzzing In his sweaty palms There's a cut-out of Amy Looking out upstairs But the action is elsewhere So his girlfriend swears Boots in the sky, we're frightened Lovers run by, enlightened Robots go bad, we fear them Lovers go mad, we hear them You're on fire, I'm cool Hot desire, old school Band of the moment plays downstairs No money left but then who cares
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Is this place for real? Could anyone actually live here? Why, yes! It's scary and mad and expensive and it's not actually real, but you can pretend. Alice left a long time ago, yet the action's still happening somewhere. Just don't tell Telegram Sam. And what's that sound from the cellar? I think there's something alive down there.
Cool and sharp And dressed to kill Rich and strange You seek to thrill Take your pick I'll pay the bill Don't pretend You didn't know This is how the party goes And we all love The things you do Drag the carpet From the floor You won't need it Any more You're the one That I adore Don't pretend You didn't know This is how the party goes And we all love The work you do Get on the bus Don't make a fuss Get on the bus You belong to us Young and bright You have no friends Cold heart calling Means to ends Trust in us We know the trends You might live But that depends Worldly, weary Stuffed with fame We can play But it's my game If we fail then You're to blame Don't complain You're all the same
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Party people who make you feel good and pick up the bill. Everybody loves you but you have no friends. But this is what you wanted. It's your party, but you don't decide when it ends. We all know that. It's a business, after all. Don't make a fuss. Get on the bus.
The world's alight With friendly flame In changeless night We're all the same Take the picture now Show them all that this is how No one breaks us Nothing shakes us This is how we live How we love And how we die We're not at home We're all at sea There's nowhere else That we can be Star-struck, screwed up Wasted, used up Crash on through life But we stick together Hold still Hold tight Hold still Hold tight Take the picture now to Show them all that this is how I act bravely You will save me This is how we live How we love And how we die Star-struck, screwed up Wasted, used up Crash on through life But we stick together Hold still Hold tight Hold still Hold tight Take the picture now Show them all that this is how I act bravely You will save me This is how we live How we love And how we die
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Earthbound yet not at home. Spinning through space. What if there's no one else out there to give us a hand up? Better to be brave and stick together. Don't waste time. We've only got each other. Ready? Take the picture now.
Warm We wake together The day expects Behind the curtain This story is Of a world where Fear is banished Happiness certain Self gratification Is every person's dream But it comes with Wealth and privilege And inheritance is the key We have the chances That you never did To squander and to misuse However we see fit I might not be so obvious Here in Camden Town The headless little rich kid In whose pocket is a crown But here I'm masquerading Slumming with my poshing best Does it matter we don't know life Simply drain it from the rest We're here whilst we want Spaffing money up the wall One thing to be sure of is that We won't fall I have a flat in Kentish Town now Walk down the hill To where it happens The buzz I get Is most uplifting I dress right down And cruise the taverns And when you see me You would never guess That I am a rich man And I couldn't care less We have the chances That you never did To squander and to misuse However we see fit I might not be so obvious Here in Camden Town The headless little rich kid In whose pocket is a crown But here I'm masquerading Slumming with my poshing best Does it matter we don't know life Simply drain it from the rest We're here whilst we want Spaffing money up the wall One thing to be sure of is that We will never fall Stand back mere plebs We will never fall
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ISRC: GX3P22100008
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London. The wealth trickles out from the centre and sets property prices alight. The “edginess” of Camden becomes a commodity, blunted upon purchase. But those well-off, thirty-something gentrifiers insist on imagining themselves part of the Culture. What culture? They've missed it, like yachts passing in the night and leaving no trace but the erosion of their wake.
The warm, caressing breeze Slipped through the Overhanging trees In the city of our days Across its dancing waterways Now it's gone, now it's past We were there, it didn't last Footpath jogging in the dark You found me sleeping in the park It happened so fast Live all summer long On the canal Her dragon song Barge of red and gold My unicorn You don't get old Drift again downstream In the power Of a dream Ripples of the sun River fun We'd just begun Happy, bright and blue Like all the children at the zoo The city wrapped us in its arms Revealed its warm forbidden charms Now we're gone, we are the past We're not there, we didn't last Boozy picnic by the lake They said they did it for your sake We went far too fast Live all summer long On the canal Her dragon song Barge of red and gold My unicorn You won't get old Drift again downstream The fading glow Of a dream Ripples of the sun We thought we'd won We'd just begun And the bridge by the park We blew it up in the dark Live all summer long On the canal Her dragon song Barge of red and gold My unicorn You can't get old Drift again downstream The fading power Of a dream Ripples of the sun On the run We'd just begun
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ISRC: GX3P22100009
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The romance of the waterways. A summer afloat. An exploding bridge. An illicit love affair. It's no picnic in the park.
Jangly old music has Gone black and brown Toned down Caught in a spell Thumping new melodies Heard about town Pumped up Madder than hell Shredding the air And uncovering enemies Bad tempered hymns turn to Blood tainted elegies Rage in the air And you can't turn it down This is what they can sell Rousing cacophony Fit for the role Dumbed down Nothing to say Innocent songs that don't Poison your soul Shot down Taken away I want you back Stand and fight Our friends are calling Cloud capped towers And walls are falling Nothing can stand In their way now They've got the look And the know-how The mirror's cracked The gates are open Girl from the fringes Who washed up in Quinn's Numb, dumb Wrapped up in mystery Love of my life Looking out for my sins Sucked down Into conspiracy I want you back Gate crashing Street trashing Fear slashing Blood gashing Chord clashing Face smashing Crowd rousing Gas dousing I want you back Stand and fight Our friends are calling Cloud capped towers And walls are falling Nothing can stand In their way now They've got the look And the know-how The mirror's cracked The gates are open I want you back
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ISRC: GX3P22100010
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The power is all on the other side. Can you hear that noise? They're on their way. Our friends need our help. Beyond the gates lie rancour, dread and cacophonous madness. We've all lost someone. But they have what they need. And the gates are open.
Don't look back Don't go there No, don't look The pictures only lie now so Don't break down I'm here for you Don't break I didn't mean to show you Taxi lights and tower heights And stumble up the stairs together Indoor ferns and carpet burns And life should be like this forever Don't look sad You've lost nothing Don't cry The memories should die now Don't waste time It runs from us Don't wait It didn't change a thing for us Crazy nights and lovers' fights And fumble in the sheets together Lovesick times and playful crimes And words that mean The world forever Drunken days, romantic haze And tumble in the streets together Riotous acts and solemn pacts And love should be like this forever Don't turn back Your future's here Don't turn We didn't mean to End it all so suddenly Reckless schemes and Hopeless dreams And trashing friends And foes together Smashing ties and vicious lies And we can't run like that forever Don't look back It's all here but Don't look The pictures tell the truth now so Don't look back It's all here but Don't look It doesn't mean a thing to us now
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ISRC: GX3P22100011
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Which weighs on us more, the memory or the forgetting? The pictures change over time. You can't trust them. I know how it seemed, then. But forever isn't a thing. So let's be honest. It doesn't mean a thing to us now.
Streetscape stumble Trip and fumble You and I set off today On a long and a winding road To Avalon, Arcadia Or somewhere just as good Hold my hand I am glad That it's you I'll be travelling with and Let's share our plans With our fans Who'll be rooting for us All the way through Three a.m. and Night is out to play The Hawley Arms Lifts off and flies away The market shoots Its laser beams and I want to stay forever In your sweet dreams Don't forget the Solemn pledge we made I'm Captain Kirk You're Krill the Ocean Maid Our ship is parked At Morrison's And I think we ought to Get on it right now Rough and tumble Lovestruck humble Here in outer space There's no place For homeless people Down there on the ground Get your head smashed For a pound Hold my hand I am glad That it's you I'll be travelling with and And while we're away We might pray That the world will rearrange itself People say it's all so easy But we know it isn't so They cling to things That don't matter much Let them go, like so... Three a.m. and Night is out to play The Hawley Arms Lifts off and flies away The market shoots Its laser beams and I want to stay forever In your sweet dreams Don't forget the Solemn pledge we made I'm Captain Kirk You're Krill the Ocean Maid Our ship is parked At Morrison's And I think we ought to Get on it right now Moonlight covers Life force lovers Space flight, cold, dark Empty car park
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ISRC: GX3P22100012
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Astral travellers come down to Earth. But not before making their solemn pledge. They know there may be better places, but this one's got something if you look at it a bit funny. Do they remember where they parked?
People coming into view Trigger memories of your youth Times you spent and didn't care Swearing to return a stare Smash the fascists and anarchy Things uniting you and me Claiming dole and living cheap Daytime being the time to sleep Wheel chair racers Crash and stumble Drunken punken people play Once I had my bondage trousers Margarine, it spiked my hair Hey, I don't care if I'm getting old I will go on but now feel the cold Is this what I'm becoming OK, I'll keep on being angry Cheap cider is the drink of choice Gets you there and gives you voice A bottle for six won't get you pissed But uses time up you've not missed Three chords is all you play With rebellious attitude And something to say Wheel chair racers Crash and stumble Drunken punken people play Once I had my bondage trousers Margarine, it spiked my hair But I don't care if I'm getting old I will go on but now feel the cold Is this what I'm becoming OK, but I'll keep being angry Memories of pubs we played Pissed up people getting laid Waking up the morning after Struggling to join the laughter Hangovers now are of the past Hair is thinning, greying fast The man who's always been inside Takes his eyes and opens wide Coz I don't care that I'm getting old I will go on but now feel the cold Is this what I'm becoming OK, but I'll keep being angry
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ISRC: GX3P22100013
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Punk. Music with attitude. Swearing and drinking. A particular way of dressing. Anyone could pick up a guitar and start making music. Many did. (Too many.) And anger over the cratering recession and the annihilation of traditional industry. Music and fashion change and age creeps up. The attitude remains.
Queues go around the corner Stretching right past the pub Ticket touts are out prowling With punters for the nightclub Shuffling forward slowly Excitement builds up Glinting eyes are shining All are one in hope Darkness is alluring Drawing you to the bar Get some beer for your mates Shoving will get you far If you wanted to You could see right through Charm is my veneer Helps to hide the fear Winning ways I use Mean I never lose Keeps the cold at bay Anxious thoughts away I've found a way in life Holds me back from strife Feeling good right now Is all I need somehow The future I don't know Need a place to go The person I will be Drifting through this sea Support bands always suffer Not the reason we're there I like to check them out though Most of my mates don't care Pushing is starting to happen The main band is on stage Claustrophobia feeling Excitement is engaged Jumping and dancing always Makes me loose myself Feeling the bass in my ribcage My currency my wealth If you wanted to You could see right through Charm is my veneer Helps to hide the fear Winning ways I use Mean I never lose Keeps the cold at bay Anxious thoughts away I've found a fix for life Holds me back from strife Feeling good right now Is all I need somehow The future I don't know Need a place to go The person I will be Drifting through this sea Feeling part of the body Altogether in one Moving, time doesn't matter Enjoying this sun Losing yourself in this way Leaving your woes at the door Anxiety is not potent Veneer works all the more Easy going and happy Charming the girls around me Cheeky chappy can flourish Personality they can see Dancing and music save me Taking me where I will go Hiding under the cover That way you will not know I have found a way in life Holds me back from strife Feeling good right now Is all I need somehow
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ISRC: GX3P22100014
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The Camden Palais - a famous and notorious venue. (Also previously known as The Camden Theatre, the Camden Hippodrome and the Camden Palace.) You remember the Last Goon Show Ever, right? Now it's Koko. On the big nights the crowd would snake around the corner to the Hope and Anchor pub (now closed and awaiting assimilation into the mother ship). Experience the atmosphere of the Big Night - the anticipation, the excitement, the social awkwardness!
Come along and get it A thrill is on its way You know you're going to feel good It's a bam bam bam You've heard all the stories The music and folklore The legends that surround it Thrill and scare you all the more It's there for the taking Can't you see it drip Stick your tongue out baby And enjoy your very first sip Mmm, now you lick your lips And smile from side to side Get ready for the spine change On your very own ticket to ride Now for sure you're feeling high The world around you can't pass by You might feel scared You won't get through But this will be The making of you Now you're feeling different The round becomes a hole Your feeling the excitement Seeing light just like a mole Friends are seeming distant You sense you are alone Going on the journey That will eventually lead home Lights shine up from down below Tying you to the ground You've made it to the top now And lost calm is what you've found Time to come back down again Rejoin the mundane world with Your friends you can be safe again In silence not a word Now for sure you're feeling high The world around you can't pass by You might feel scared You won't get through But this will be The making of you Now the dawn is breaking As you cross the great divide It's time we started walking To find a quiet place to hide We move along the water With no one yet around Steering straight in one direction Knowing where we're bound Fashion has a funny way Of dressing up the day We don't give a damn You can all think what you may Drawing the experience It's all been done before But now that you've come through it You've come through the war It's there for the taking Can't you see it drip Stick your tongue out baby And enjoy your very first sip Mmm, now you lick your lips And smile from side to side Get ready for the spine change On your very own ticket to ride
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ISRC: GX3P22100015
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One story of a day trip with friends, a while ago. Some hairy moments. So many young people passing through Camden. The rites of passage. All the drugs in the world in the market and down by the canal. Browse the shops on Chalk Farm Road. Buy some magic mushrooms.
Play that song The one that breaks The hearts of all who hear Slow burn bass The ceiling shakes Sweet melody of fear Here comes the liberation This one's for you We fight on the other side But this is still true The preachers and The prophets move To the rock and rolling Devil's groove Don't slow down Til the edge of town We are lost but not found And we know how we sound But it's... All for the greater glory Fall down the money hole Sell out your morning story Suck up a starring role I don't need this You do it for me Play that tune The one that rocks The one we hate so much Killing drums and Crushing dreams No body left untouched Here comes the liberation This one's for you We fight on the other side But all this is true The liars and the Freakshow crowd Do the rock and rolling Devil proud The phone keeps ringing And the girls keep singing And the girls are pretty And they love our city All for the greater glory Fall down the money hole Sell out your morning story Suck up a starring role I don't want them You do them for me Play that riff The one that rings As if we stood a chance Rip our fingers On the strings To teach the world to dance Here comes the liberation This is for you You're stuck on the losing side And this is all true The hucksters and The party mob Do the rock and rolling Devil's job All for the greater glory Fall down the money hole Sell out your morning story Suck up a starring role I don't need this You do it for me All for the greater glory Fall down the money hole Sell out your morning story Suck up a starring role I don't want this You eat it for me
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ISRC: GX3P22100016
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Music works on the emotions. The audience gets it. For a moment of liberation, at least. But are they hearing what you're playing? It's so easy to be cynical. Are you even on the same side? Who's the boss of who? And do we even get out of this place alive? The rock and rolling devil knows.
Mist in the morning Magical warning Cameras like dewdrops Mystical psy-ops Nobody looks at me I'm on the run High visibility Under the gun Spies and thieves And detectives follow me Lies and leaves Choke the air below me And the city Fades into the haze Lightning clouds for Primrose days I can't stop them You won't help me I don't know if I am guilty Stand forlorn One last look Rain comes on Close my book Spells, incantations Dark dedications Sunflower elation White police station Gardens are quickening Animals stir Flowers are sickening Uniforms blur Spies and thieves And detectives follow me Lies and leaves Choke the air below me And the city Fades into the haze Lightning clouds for Primrose days I can't stop them You won't help me I don't know if I am guilty Stand forlorn One last look Rain comes on Close my book
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ISRC: GX3P22100017
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Paranoia on Primrose Hill. The flowers are spying on you. The trees are listening. Spooks everywhere. On the horizon, the city lies in wait. They're used to people like you around here and they humour your fears. But they won't miss you if you're taken.
High and low And up and down Fear and grief Possess this town Where's my soul sister I don't know Will she wait for me Will she go Crawl through the working week A chemical hide and seek How can I thrive without it This isn't working, is it Hooked up and off the grid Give me a winning bid Run with a random bet Nothing has happened yet All words are throwaways Nightmares are Meaningless stowaways This time is different I'm coming home again Blue sky Too much Warm high Cold touch Worlds of colour Have turned to grey Black and white Blow my love away Crawl through the working week A chemical hide and seek How can I thrive without it This isn't working, is it Hooked up and off the grid Give me a winning bid Run with a random bet Nothing has happened yet All words are throwaways Nightmares are Meaningless stowaways This time is different I'm coming home again Take me back I think I'm ready now Safe and sound Got my feet on the ground I will love you Darkness revealed to me What hurts the most to you I will stay truly Bright, clean and close to you Bad dreams have gone away Junk, trash and garbage All thrown away This time is different I'm coming home again
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ISRC: GX3P22100018
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The quotidian world got you down. The colour drained out of it. It's a long crawl back. You ask for help to get your feet back on the ground. This time is different.
Look at the moon up there See it shine light down here You gave a smile I enjoyed the glow Maybe it's time The night is ending Let's start flying high Where are you going to What are you going to do The world is ours Lets make the most of it Places to go People to meet Let's start flying high I walked alone In the streets Feeling cold When you came along And I heard your song Where are you going to What are you going to do now Where are you going to What are you going to do When you're away from me At night your face I see Warming my bed Lifting my weight Come back to stay with me Make love all night with me Lets stay flying high You mean the world to me The moon and stars to me Shine on me now Light up my life Fill up my heart Shuffle my feet Let's stay flying high The leaves are growing free Bringing life to the tree Year after year It's always here Roots in the ground Solid and sound Lets stay flying high I walked alone In the streets Feeling cold When you walked away And I heard you say Where are you going to What are you going to do now Where are you going to What are you going to do Let's start Where are you going to What are you going to do Flying high Whenever you walk along Your swing is like a song Playing a tune Leading me on What can I do But follow you Lets stay flying high One day the sun will sink No further fun to drink What will I do Lost without you Crumble and fall Fearful and small No more flying high
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ISRC: GX3P22100019
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A fulfilling romance that lasts. You want it. Everyone does. Feelings can run deep. Relationships can turn one-sided. When it's going well, it's the best drug. You want to keep taking it. But it doesn’t always last. And sometimes the hardest thing can be to say “Goodbye and I wish you well”. But perhaps it's the best way to go.