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Beginners
03:28
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All the subtleties of love and sex and friendship are in this room tonight.
And the lines are being blurred by every new horizon and by alcohol and fights.
And faithfulness is a tricky line to walk, so we sings songs about the sad times
But no one will ever talk.
And with ink on page we'll dance around the issues, and oh and I'm not blameless.
At times I've been so fucking blind to the nuances we call body language and secret signs. And I really should know better after all this time.
We move from town to town, never stopping to take stock of all those things we never said.
You see it's all in the eyes and the barbed comments.
The he said and the she said.
We're on the move again.
And it's been said before but I'll say it again cos sometimes the truth needs
a fucking great big neon sign, with arrows pointing at it from every single direction you could imagine, and here it is:
You see the truth is a slippery thing and it's in the things we don't say as much as those we do. I'm not saying anything new.
And a love without work is quick to corrode, but as long as I am with you, I swear to god I won't let it.
At least I'll fucking try.
At least I can say I tried.
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Well the office life is killing me. It'll take my last breath away.
No last hurrah, no legacy. No grand parade before they bury me.
I've fallen victim to air conditioning and weekends spent recovering.
I've got to start again.
We've been holding things together with sticky tape and good will.
It's about time we all agreed, nothing's changing and it never will.
I'm sick of acting like I give a damn about broken machines and daily routine.
It's time to take a stand.
These carpet tiles feel just like fucking land mines.
I tear the door wide open and pull the pin on this hand grenade.
Into this war of words where it's always me versus small talk
Do you ever wonder which side of the fence your on?
I'm at the corner of 9 to 5 and barely alive.
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If there's a god and he has any sense, they'll burn Richmond down and start all over again.
Would it kill you to have some humility?
Show your fellow man some fucking decency?
Hey motherfucker, it just occurred to me, you're everything I hate.
Kill every dozy-arsed hag with a brat in a pram clogging up the streets.
Kill every fat-cat fucker who's never heard of of charity.
If there's a god and he has any sense, they'll burn Richmond down and start all over again.
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Well I have these awkward feelings every time I walk around town.
Every face fucking scares me, so I keep my head right down and walk on by.
And I've been on autopilot for so long I can't think back.
To a time embracing free will, if indeed I ever have.
I never saw this coming. This is my life.
See I'm a bitch for the man to earn my daily bread.
Then I go home, talk of punk rock and then I just go to bed.
It seems like I'm waiting for the biggest fucking sign to say.
Start living right now and stop pissing it all away.
I never saw this coming. This is my life.
But I don't want your pity my friend. See I dug this grave myself.
I'm just giving vent to the voices in my head.
And there's still time to rise up, instead of just pretend.
And it's okay my friend. Cos if it's not okay then it's not the end.
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Argh... I'm A Numpty
02:42
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So sick and tired of waiting for a boost to my self esteem.
I'll put it down to practice and contemplate what might have been.
Cos if I could only think straight. Make a dick of myself less often.
You don't remember me, so why does it matter now?
I guess it doesn't matter if the devil took his eye off the detail.
No one would even notice. I've got to learn to care much less.
And if we were machines, life would be so much simpler.
We'd flirt in binary and make out in absolutes.
So sick and tired of waiting for a boost to my self esteem.
I'll put it down to practice and contemplate what might have been.
Cos if I could only think straight. Make a dick of myself less often.
You don't remember me, so why does it matter now?
I don't get up with you, for fear of reprisal.
Fearing that monster come sniffing for my blood.
Rachel would you marry me? I'm kind sorta hung up on you.
Could you ever be sorta kinda hung up on me too?
So sick and tired of waiting for a boost to my self esteem.
I'll put it down to practice and contemplate what might have been.
Cos if I could only think straight. Make a dick of myself less often.
You don't remember me, so why does it matter now?
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Exceptions
02:35
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Well I don't know where along the way, but the words they came out anyway.
And it really doesn't matter what made them appear.
Cos I looked at you and you looked at me.
And suddenly it all came clear. I have never been this happy in all my life.
And I don't write happy songs that much.
But here I am and I'm in love.
So I guess that I am willing to make some exceptions.
And I've come a long way from my old days.
The shy, retiring face. Said "I'll play the clown, just don't put me down. I'll stay in my place".
And I don't write happy songs that much.
But here I am and I'm in love.
So I guess that I am willing to make some exceptions.
And all along the way somewhere, well the words they get trapped in the air.
And I guess that what I'm really trying to say is "I love you"
Well I don't know where along the way, but the words they came out anyway.
And it really doesn't matter what made them appear.
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A Farewell To Harrington
03:37
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I may not be the best at communication but I'm trying, a little more with every day.
See I grew up in house where no one knew quite what to say or how to say it, so it went unsaid.
And growing up in the eighties, it left its mark on me.
I think the shorts were too tight.
I know the shorts were too tight.
I'm getting comfortable in my skin. With my girl right next to me.
And it's not that bad to be ugly, you should try it some time.
It takes a weight off my shoulders. Gives me the time to focus on important things in life.
So here's to the shy kid I used to be. He had his part to play but now i'm moving on.
I'm gonna hit the road. Play to a room full of morons and that is what is known as paying your dues.
Maybe I'll write a hit album and the label will market me at all of the trendy kids.
And you'll call me a sell out and I'll shoot myself.
So where does that leave me? Guess I'll be playing The Green Room, to a few of my friends and I'll be wondering what might have been.
Cos I'm a punk rock geek. Proud of the fact. Ugly as sin and with a foul mouth to match. And you won't se me on tv any time soon. I'll be playing to no one at The Green Room.
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Adam Boucher & The Dead Set UK
Awkward punk rock: 2009 - 2017.
Now called The Restless Coast.
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