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The Stereo Plan
03:59
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Gotta loosen my mind, gotta see what I find, gotta make myself heard, gotta be absurd, Wanna go see a man, wanna be a fifth dan, wanna win with a fluke, wanna say it with a nuke. Need a man with a plan, need a girl who can, need a place to stay, need a black bobsleigh.
Goin’ back to the place where it all began, goin’ back to the man and the stereo plan.
Gotta be goodtime, gotta be a goldmine, gotta have attitude, gotta be cool dude. Don’t be a patsy, don’t be a Nazi, don’t be lazy even if you’re crazy, Wanna be a good boy, wanna be you boyfriend, wanna wanna wanna wanna, wanna be well.
Goin’ back to the place where it all began, goin’ back to the man and the stereo plan.
Be a shit kicker, be a stone wall hitter, be a king bullshitter, be a side bet winner. Send it to the government, send it to pay rent, send it by red star, send it in a red car. Gotta free my head, gotta shaker my lead, gotta freak out my head, gotta get so mad.
Goin’ back to the place where it all began, goin’ back to the man and the stereo plan.
Gotta loose-a my sins, gotta take out the bins, gotta smash up the car, gotta tra-la-la-la. There’s a man in a hat, There’s a man in a rat, there’s a man on the moon, hey meet Keith Moon. Gotta find my mind, gotta see what I signed, gotta be real, real, gone and got it for a steal.
Goin’ back to the place where it all began, goin’ back to the man and the stereo plan.
Askin’ for a first date, askin’ for a first rate, askin’ for a fight, in the middle of the night, Gotta think straight, gotta stay out late, gotta be on the top, gotta gotta be hip-hop. Left it in a hurry, baby don’t worry, left it with a liar, baby’s on fire.
Goin’ back to the place where it all began, goin’ back to the man and the stereo plan.
Gone is the heat, gone is the seat, gone is the ground from under your feet, Wanna get paid, wanna get laid, wanna see Belin, wanna see Stirling, Hurry up and die, Hurry up and hi, Too much to take, too much is fake.
Goin’ back to the place where it all began, goin’ back to the man and the stereo plan.
Wanna be a good boy, wanna be you boyfriend, wanna wanna wanna wanna, wanna be well. Gotta be goodtime, gotta be a goldmine, gotta have attitude, gotta be cool dude. Wanna go see a man, wanna be a fifth dan, wanna win with a fluke, wanna say it with a nuke. Just gotta rock, just gotta clock, just wanna drop, just gotta Stop.
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Scatter
03:53
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Scatter is coming, on a concrete overpass
Making lots of noise with his gun proof overcoat
Shutting out the sky with his chemical deterrent
Fire breathing dragon, scorched earth policy
He’s coming for your children and the mind you think you think with
He’s got a lot of ground to make; he’s got a lot of things to do
(It is what it is,) he’s going to scatter us with the wind
He’s celebrating victory over everything you valued
He’s digging out the soil in rows for sticky bones
Ask him if he’s sorry and you’ll hear a throaty laugh
Ask him if he’ll think about a thing he’s going to do.
He’s coming for your children and the mind you think you think with
He’s got a lot of ground to make; he’s got a lot of things to do
(It is what it is,) he’s going to scatter us with the wind
Look away and run, dig a hole and load a gun,
Time to sell the sun and Scatter with the wind
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Damnation
02:53
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Damnation.
WEEEELLLLL!!!!!!
I see the darken skies forming ‘cross the heavens,
From golden sun to thunder grey and on to clashing sevens
Everything’s bad and we’re all going to hell
Everyone’s damned and everyone’s saved
but not in the way we can avoid damnation
No, not in the way we can avoid damnation
From a packed congregation to an empty conversation
From the graveyard to the spire and the fire in the sky
Everything’s bad and we’re all going to hell
Everyone’s damned and everyone’s saved
But sooner or later I can smell damnation
Sooner or later the skies will spell damnation
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Em Am B7 Em
Somewhere in the dark I know she’s waiting, so we can get out of here.
She’ll have money and passports, duty free and luggage, so we can get out of here.
Am Em B7
I guess I’ll keep on waiting until I know that she’s run out on me
An Ocean long ago, in a boat we stole my murder book with your contacts
Gone like a ghost in a crowd of strangers, gone with the sun in her hair
I guess I’ll keep on waiting until I know that she’s run out on me
(CH) Em B7 Em B7 Em B7 Em
And all the hope I had in the world, is pouring out like luke-warm water.
And the world stands still for a moment I’m on the river to the centre of the world.
Am Em B7 Em
She’s going to be here she’s going to meet me she’s going to let me down.
Looking over my shoulder, from town to town, trying to find a lead
Showing creased pictures, unreliable descriptions, somewhere just out there
I guess I’ll keep on searching until I know that she won’t be found
(CH then inst)
(Quiet verse) Now that I’m a whole lot older, now that it doesn’t matter
Thank you all for the presents and the time to let it all pass
Time has run out on me, I’m on the river to the centre of the world
CH And all the hope I had in the world, is pouring out like luke-warm water.
And the world stands still for a moment I’m on the river to the centre of the world.
She’s going to be here she’s going to meet me at the river to the centre of the world.
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Stand down Lucifer
04:18
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Stand down Lucifer
I won’t ask you twice sir
Stand down Lucifer
As the bones of hell they stir.
A steamy day in the Bible belt
A heat to smell the tarmac melt
Lost a lens but gained a fiend
The light of God upon me beamed
Stand down Lucifer
I won’t ask you twice sir
Stand down Lucifer
And take your mangy cur
Black top straight road ahead of me
Long, long time without a tree
Found him in a black smoke oil field
Faced him up without a shield
Stand down Lucifer
I won’t ask you twice sir
Stand down Lucifer
As the bones of hell they stir.
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Panthers
04:10
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Panthers [Dm/A]
Some are called and some are chosen some have evil tightly woven
Calling out into the night, like wolves and panthers out of fright.
Picked up a trick then spread the news, struck a match and lit the fuse
God of gods and king of kings no one talks about these things
Took up with things you don’t believe, and tight knit gangs of petty thieves
Found religion and a cross to bear, deep into the robbers’ lair
Scratching an itch to watch it sour, deep into the hateful hour
Bonding with a toothless oaf, and spending money for us both.
A# F A Dm
You chose to feast with panthers, and now the panthers feast on you
And the danger’s on the loose, but they’re never going to choose
They’re picking up your fear, without moving out of here
You chose to feast with panthers, and now the panthers feast on you
Another time we’d have been brothers, slinking through your ear canals
Find a mark share filthy notes, we couldn’t care about your hopes
Collaborators to the end, lost a soul we couldn’t lend
God of gods and king of kings thank God they never think these things
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The last flight out of Saigon A…….Am/F/E/Am/Dm/E7
The man with the medicine and the cure for the soul
Helicopter out of Saigon, from the Embassy roof
Wondrous gifts and broken down dreams
Change saline drip in the neck of the leader
Am F E Am Dm E7
All of these days are lost to me now; I’m on the last flight from Saigon, on the Embassy roof.
The day of deliverance and the case fulla cash
The U-boat in the channel, and the light of the world
Rewards and despatches and masterful strokes
From the top of the island; to the equatorial ring.
All of these days are lost to me now; I’m searching for the U-boat just off the coast.
Overloaded craft and half shredded evidence
Put a torch to the offices and the secret arms store
Wondrous gifts and broken down dreams
Helicopter out of Saigon, from the Embassy roof
All of these days are lost to me now; I’m on the last flight from Saigon, on the Embassy roof.
Middle 8 Dm/G……. (x4) F/E
Drawn into the hole in the sky, pinned up on the map of the world, you’re part of the history, boy, rescuing the souls that are left……..in the end
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Absolute leader of the World (Bm Start with bass b lick)
I am the giant in the back yard; I am the footprint on the moon
I am the general in the back seat; I am the snapped metal cable
I’m the father of the nation, I look good in bronze
I am the leader of men, I am the giant flashing scoreboard
I am the unsinkable ship, I’m made of sterner stuff
I’m the likeness of your monarch and the profile on the stamps
Scatter in the ash, from my Cuban cigar
I’m a warm spell of weather and an icy blast
Welcome to the palace of the Absolute leader
Just call me Papa doc, Dada, Nazi number 1,
Supreme Soviet, military Marxist potentate
Genius of Carpathians, Absolute leader ……… of the world
I am the red part of the map I am the global worry,
I’m the river of gold in a jungle dictatorship
I’m the leader of the party, a potentate smarty
I’m the ghost from the past who the people will instate
I am the giant in the back yard; I am the footprint on the moon
I am the general in the back seat; I am the snapped metal cable
I’m the father of the nation, I look good in bronze
I am the leader of men, I am the giant flashing scoreboard
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The Devilfish Anarchy
02:48
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The Devilfish Anarchy B/Em - Bm/G/Em/F#
Eye to dead fish eye in a bed of ice
These devil fish lies are bad advice
Devil Fish anarchy a hold on me
Market force Hegemony gotta disagree
Spending time staring at their eyes
Devilfish anarchy makes sense to me
If you knew his mind it’d be teeming mess
If he knew his own less it’d be a wild guess
He’s a man who knows his fish doesn’t need a guide
Fishing in a sea the transmitter is fried
Spending time staring at their eyes
Devilfish anarchy makes sense to me
Fish tank soul gotta make a-me roll
Cat fish soup gotta steak in this hoop
Devil Fish anarchy a hold on me
Fellowship grace that’ll give me space
Spending time staring at their eyes
Devilfish anarchy makes sense to me
(Middle 8)
And the Devilfish Anarchy will, swim all the way to the sea
And he’ll make his peace with the world and Neptune and me
He’ll send back word of an overfished sea
That Devilfish Anarchy got its hold on me
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Still Mountain
04:49
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Still Mountain (Harry Stafford)
Piano piece: (Am,Bm7-5, E….Dm,F,G7,E)
Up here, is very quiet and I think I can hear your breath
The voices all around me have all slipped over the edge
The tragedy of footsteps has all vanished from my senses
The vision of the endlessness strains my eyes to burning light
Send your messages by semaphore; there is no signal, to be had here
Light a beacon on the mountain, if you want to stay in touch
The sadness of the ages, is a tempestuous forgotten age
My memories of the mountain come before me like a storm
Godforsaken and unblemished the stillness has a message
The quiet tells me volumes of the stories from the poets
The madness of the history and the rapacity of deeds
The altitude gets sicker and we’re not moving any time.
https://youtu.be/HLqwOoKUUBA
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Damn our Hides
03:46
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Damn our Hides (A……F/G/A)
Fell into the dark, said he wasn’t getting any older
With his pockets full of stones and the door swinging ajar
Lost it somewhere in 95 when the dawn fell below the horizon
I guess we should have known but stuff got in the way
Damn our hides and damn our inconsequences
It’s just a something that we won’t forget soon
Said it’s all so annoying and when can we get further on
Laughed a lot that summer, when the rain didn’t rain
Brought out of a nightmare, and into the hell of the day
Say it isn’t so; say you’ve heard it all wrong
Damn our hides and damn our inconsequences
It’s just a something that we won’t forget soon
Intellectual descending staircase, lost in between floors
Another summer ending I don’t want to be in another
Forgiven of a reason, and images and animation
pockets full of stones and the river flowing into the sea
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Ghost Ship
04:02
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Ghost ship (B/E/F#)
He’s looking spooked, and he’s looked a lot better than this
The perfect host now his Ghost, un-inclined to boast,
Been gone for days, that’s what she says, get me outta this place
Try to tell a lie He’s on to you haunting you down till you die.
I Woke up on a ghost ship, a Flying fortress, with a payload of doom, a payload of atomic doom.
Closer to home there’s a mighty grand device packed in foam
Sucks out the air, and the striving to complete before Friday.
Undo the case clip the wires, this mechanism’s taking us down
Try to tell a lie He’s on to you haunting you down till you die.
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Blacktop Speedway
02:07
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Black Top Speed Way C…..G#/G/F/G
Put me down and set me straight
A mili-mili second is too damn late
Get me enough throttle on the track
Fast and hotter hold up the slack
CH. Black Top Speed way x2
Spare wheels on the Jesus Truck
Where I’m going I don’t need luck
Got this flyway as my track
With my wingman T-Rex Jack
Body shock kicking, like a mule
On a quart of rocket fuel
Brain squirming slack jawed drool
This engine’s banging like a tool
It’s time to win it’s time to hurt
It’s time to inject a piece of dirt.
CH.
Breaks on when it’s time to quit
Sitting in this cockpit don’t quite fit
Measure me for the exit door
As I push (my) steel (toe) caps through the floor
Brain squirming slack jawed drool
This engine’s banging like a tool
It’s time to win it’s time to hurt
It’s time to inject a piece of dirt.
CH inst CH
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Late night Frankie Brittle (1. A/D/E/E7) (2. Am…Am/Dm/F/G) (3. Bass run Am/Em/Am/F)
You’ll hear him talking at the strike of two, Dial him up and try to kill the blues.
Forget the things that were true and sworn, Tonight he’s on the station till dawn
I know it’s late and you cannot sleep, there’s a lot of secrets that you’d rather keep
A late night pro he’s tried and true, He won’t ask you something that he wouldn’t do
Gets called a lot of ugly names
By bigots and Christians and supremacists
Well the stuff’s the same as you heard the last
He talks the same but now twice as fast
I’d like to tell you about yesterday
He took a call now he’s gonna pay
Out in the car park on a winter’s day
Frankie’s tired and he’d love to stay
Gets called a lot of ugly names
By bigots and Christians and supremacists
There’s a man in a car with a Nazi gun
Didn’t like what he heard from the Frankie run
I’d like to tell you about yesterday
He took a call now he’s gonna pay
Shot Frankie dead and he doesn’t know why
Just Christian and fascist and murderously high
(Refrain)
Lend me your shoulder to cry on
I need someone to hear my heart breaking.
Shattered dreams and disappearing hope
I need someone to hear my heart breaking.
You don’t know about it till it’s gone
No one cried for Frankie Brittle
You don’t know about it till it’s gone
No one cried for Frankie Brittle (to fade)
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The story of the Inca Babies began in the now-legendary deck access flats of Hulme in Manchester.Here in 1984 they released their debut single interior. and preceded to release much material and tour around Europe. Now 35 years later they have had a new lease of life and release their 8th studio Album Swamp Street Soul. With Original Guitarist Harry Stafford, joined by Vince Hunt and Rob Haynes ... more
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