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Swamp Street Soul
04:05
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We saw the clouds like heart-shaped tattoos,
all a sign we could not lose
the sky fell in, half-drowned us there,
drenched to our shabby footwear
How’s it feel to be alone and undone,
you in the night scared of no-one
How’s it feel to be alone and undone,
you in the night your life just begun
[How’s it feel to be alone and undone,
running scared to be someone
How’s it feel to be alone and undone,
out of the night and into the sun]
I met you at Swamp Street Soul
Down the road to Swamp Street Soul
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2. |
Walk in the Park
03:47
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Well, I’ve been listening to miles and miles of Dirt road jazz,
Just a walk in the park from a place called the house of soul
It must be 100 degrees in the ghost track desert freeze
And the world is spinning out, you can hear it from the bees
Too Much noise around me
Too many obtuse time scales
Too much after darkness
It’s a, Walk in the park
Stations playing drones, or stuck fast on the panic
Miles and miles of Davis burning brighter than the static
Last man standing on the place of dead roads yeah, it’s a walk in the park
And the world is spinning out, two by two into the ark
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3. |
Slingshot
03:06
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Aiming at the moon let’s see what this can do.
Fire codes set on arm; bit more than we could chew.
Like an arc into the sky, 30 trillion mega ton dumb
Watch it to the end, walk, fall, and chew gum.
All around the world, like a slingshot singing missile
Leaves me feeling cold, that’s some misguided missile round the moon/in the end
Message out to Mars, you know what this can do.
Faster than re-entry, far more than we could chew.
It’s a punch into the soul, 50 trillion mega ton dumb.
Like a setting sun, talk, stall, and chew gum.
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4. |
Dear English Journalists
03:44
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Squashed in among the dust there lives a family of five who are drinking rust
Dear English journalists I got four gunslingers on a waiting list
Came like a flame I hope you know my name I got a thirst for fame and its name is pain
I’m in you building making calls, I’m in the basement and the hollow walls
Metropolis in Flames Dear English Journalists
Pyrotechnic claims I hope you got my list
Metropolis in Flames Dear English Journalists
The usual list of names Be my optimist.
I crawl the streets like a shrouded ghost, all along the pavement to the parcel post
I’m at the door to post you stuff I’m breathing in your ear when you’re feeling rough
Came like a flame I hope you know my name I got a thirst for fame and its name is pain
I lost the time you’d drive me back in among the shadows and the coal smoke stacks
Squashed in among the dust there lives a family of five who are drinking rust
Dear English journalists I got four gunslingers on a waiting list
They know incarceration, eager minds they’ve got graduation
It’s in my blood it’s on a disc it’s chewed up in the works of a flying risk.
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5. |
Crawling Garage Gasoline
03:14
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Crawling garage gasoline, mechanic heart’s been drinking oil
And he slurps it thick and slow
Because of you ya KO girl Cholesterol’s so high
But think, Honey this is the last station before Hell
Oh out here the station sweats and another station plays swamp blues
Playing cool and sinister yeah playing cool and sinister
Putrefactions ooze out the sweating earth thick unwholesome
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6. |
Bigger than all of us
02:18
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I see it better in the bright blue light.
I see it better in the middle of the night.
Another winter in the purple darkness,
Another hot summer regardless,
It’s gonna go it’s gonna grow so fast,
It’s majestic cruel Bigger than all of us.
A stadium full of empty seats,
See the wheels turning in the grease,
See the city and the empty streets,
A place where the misshaped monsters meets.
It’s gonna go it’s gonna grow superfluous,
It’s waiting there Bigger than all of us.
It’s gonna go it’s gonna grow superfluous,
It’s waiting there majestic Bigger than all of us.
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7. |
I'm Grounded
03:15
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I’m Grounded, I’m square wheeled on the deck
I’m Grounded, my zeppelin’s a wreck
I’m Grounded, Belly on the earth
I’m Grounded, a place for what it’s worth
I’M GROUNDED, I’M GROUNDED
I’M TOO SICK TO CLICK
I’m Grounded, That’s Why . . . I’m Grounded
I’M GROUNDED, I’M GROUNDED
YEAH TOO LOW . . . YOU KNOW?
I’m Grounded, I ain’t going anywhere
I’m Grounded, I’ve lost my nom de guerre
I’m Grounded, face down on the floor
I’m Grounded, what did, we do in the war?
I’M GROUNDED, I’M GROUNDED
I’M TOO SICK TO KICK
I’m Grounded, That’s Why . . . I’m Grounded
I’M GROUNDED, I’M GROUNDED
YEAH TOO LOW . . . ALTHOUGH?
I’m Grounded, That’s Why I’m Grounded
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8. |
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I run a night in a vacant upstairs floor.
Record club and a dark decor
Happy in the gloom below the speaker
Louder in the music for the ether.
I looked so long into that bright white light.
I so lost my mind a whole fortnight.
I feel the heat beneath me ever higher.
lapped by tongues of soothing friendly fire.
Chorus :
Oh, The Angels how I bless them for their side show,
to lay me in this landscape that I know
This life burns me alive and like a break-in,
it’s the horror that does it slowly from within.
Unbeknown the landlord burns it to the ground.
I’m below the speaker and the sound.
I turn the wall of sound oh ever higher.
Not thinking I’m the offering in the pyre.
The dread moves in my spine it’s just a thought.
Smokey hands are squeezing like a knot,
I feel the heat beneath me ever higher.
lapped by tongues of soothing friendly fire.
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9. |
Windshield Gnat
04:32
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Bad man down
He’s in the ground.
it’s a certainty.
that damns my soul.
just one more day,
Locked away
an empty cellar
I’m a storyteller.
Something to tell
‘far go to hell
Something I must
My sole disgust
something to do
A thing I had to.
Was him or us
Without a fuss
An easy choice
I shushed his voice
I dug the hole
I tossed some soil upon the grave
I stole it all
It’s all there was
I stole the car
I changed the plates
I wiped the prints
We disappeared.
Money transfer
To be with her
Did not last long
Caught ’fore we’re gone
I am not so sorry
But I’ve caused untold stress and worry
him or us
There was no fuss
He wasn’t gonna
Touch a hair upon her
‘I saw to that
A windshield gnat
Wiped from the earth
For what it’s worth . . .’
He’s in the ground. X4
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10. |
Mine of Bones
03:04
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Em
I’ve been digging this tunnel nearly all my life,
sometimes with a pick then a grapefruit knife
I’ve been scratching and scraping the earth till it hurts,
breathing in soil with my eyes full of dirt
Am
I’m a long way underground, I’m a guerrilla germ cell,
B7
I’m coming up for air from the boneyards of Hell.
Em
I’ve got, tube maps and blue prints and sewer designs,
I’ve studied ant passages, magnetic lay lines
I’ve been excavating bones, I’ve been digging a ditch,
I’m the mole hill in your backyard a scratch you can’t itch!
I’m a long way underground, I’m a guerrilla germ cell,
(Em) I’m coming up for air from the boneyards of Hell.
I’m deep down in the earth, but put your ear to the ground
(B7) I’m coming up with fire, sword, famine and sound
Em (loud instrumental, reverse guitar, Bass descending scale)
I’m a long way underground, I’m a guerrilla germ cell,
I’m coming up for air from the boneyards of Hell.
I’m deep down in the earth, but put your ear to the ground
I’m coming up with fire, sword, famine and sound
Em
I’ve been mining now for the last 20 years,
nothing to stop us but guns fists and tears
I’ve been excavating bones, I’ve been digging a ditch,
I’m the sink hole in your backyard a scratch you can’t itch!
Em open G
I’m alive and digging in this mine of bones
drunk and dancing in this yard of headstones!
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11. |
Swamp Soul Dub
04:03
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inca babies Manchester, UK
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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