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On Bended Knee
03:31
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Daybreak, welcome to the sofa
Shirt-sleeves, grinning like a joker
We’re all in this together as one
Except for me and my blue-chip chums
I am everyman
Got a trust fund and an offshore scam
Push-bike, no tie
Got a twinkle in my eye
Everything everywhere
Costs more than a man could bear
I can hardly get
Fuel for my private jet
On bended knee
You’ll swear your fealty
Roll back the centuries
And pay your tithe to me
Look here, I won’t lie to you
Better tighten your belt if you want to get through
You’ll work until your heart is shot
I spent your pension on the bonus pot
I am everyman
Got a trust fund and an offshore scam
Push-bike, no tie
Got a twinkle in my eye
Everything everywhere
Costs more than a man could bear
I can hardly get
Fuel for my private jet
On bended knee
You’ll swear your fealty
Roll back the centuries
And pay your tithe to me
I’ve got nothing to spare
So you can all pay my share
I do declare
I’ve got you all running scared
And there’s nothing you can do, yeah
On bended knee
You’ll swear your fealty
Roll back the centuries
And pay your tithe to me
Oh yeah, you’ll pay what’s fair
Oh yeah, and I’ll say what’s fair
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2. |
Swollen Air
04:08
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Grid-ref
Co-ordinates and time-check
Send in your sit-rep
Everybody wins!
Blank stares
Smiling for the crosshairs
Strip bare
Dive into the barrel and swim
Home where no-one knows your name
The swollen air bursts and spits with crackling rain
Into the gutters and sputtering drains
You’re a raw nerve
Twitching at the adverts
You’ve got a bad thirst
Shaking ‘til they plug you in
Home where no-one knows your name
The swollen air bursts and spits with crackling rain
Into the gutters and sputtering drains
Share a secret
We can keep it
Tucked up tight
Watching while you sleep at night
Home where no-one knows your name
The swollen air bursts and spits with crackling rain
Into the gutters and sputtering drains
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3. |
Small Deaths
04:36
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Small deaths, secrets
Pressed and zipped
Feint lines, feint lives
Shredded strips
We’ve lost the feed
And we can’t connect
Everybody’s wired
But we’re just dead streams
Sunrise headlines
Espresso-guilt
Sinks slow, like stone
In rush-hour silt
We’ve lost the feed
And we can’t connect
Everybody’s wired
But we’re just dead streams
Tea on the lawn while the children play
The day’s sublime
Talk turns to serious things
Understand
My old-world wine
Says I’ve a serious mind
Last train, torn page
Dropped and left
Kills time just fine
These small deaths
We’ve lost the feed
And we can’t connect
Everybody’s wired
But we’re just dead streams
Tea on the lawn while the children play
The day’s sublime
Talk turns to serious things
Understand
My old school tie
Says you can’t afford my time
In bitter dark it creeps
Through bone-brittle sleep
Rainbow finned swims weak
Through churning froth
By morning floats
Dull-grey, dead and broken
In the weeds lies choked
And all’s forgot
We’ve lost the feed
And we can’t connect
Everybody’s wired
But we’re just dead streams
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4. |
The Debt
05:18
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Quick to the fort!
Sofa cushions strewn on the floor
Gravy-rich air
Jammy fingers, custardy hair
Sundays we work for the Debt
Kitchens are cold but we’re grateful we’ve been spared
Room 20a
Cranking the amps, kids on the fire-escape
Running Free
Blasting out across the playing fields
Evenings we work for the Debt
Keep our chins up like the TV said
The bigger the lie
The blacker the boot
The softer the yoke on your neck as you stoop
The whiter the smile
The sharper the suit
The sweeter the swill left over for you
The bigger the lie
The blacker the boot
The softer the yoke on your neck as you stoop
Sundays we work for the Debt
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