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Misadventure
03:44
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It's a bitter disappointment
And I know you're sad
The endless torment
A masterclass
Horror anointed
Nature's trap
I know you're shaken
Tell me in wrong
The expectation
For it all to go bad
Your misfortune
Was it part of the plan?
To the bereaved…
I'll see in your dreams
When you curse the machine
I'll intervene
Invisible hand
Invite it to leave
Whenever you please
To the bereaved….
A bitter disappointment
Left inside
The endless torment
Welcome back
I’ve been appointed to walk it all
Out the door
To the bereaved
It's an act of nature in the natural world
Not an act of hatred from the fatherhood
It's a cruel roundabout
Misadventure spit you out the other end
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2. |
The Pest
04:14
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Pink slips and parting gifts, accolades to go shopping with
On the race track with options stacked,
Rocket skates and a hall pass
Why the long face sad sack
We'll make an escape at last
Why the long face sad sack
It's time to make tracks
See you in the hatch
Out the back
On a broom stick, when it's time to split
Across the sky with a magic trick
In my nap sack, compass and maps
Jumpsuit pressed and packed
Book of matches stashed
Take a stab, but let's work fast
So please just leave if you got better things to do than pester me
I plead, in utter disbelief, please just leave
It's obscene, if you've got better things to do than pester me
Hard facts from the wise old sage, signed to law by the magistrate
When the last laugh jumps off the page, they'll pay us back in spades
Tit for tat for days, done with grace
This game of cat and mouse is a perpetual war
So please just leave if you got better things to do than pester me
I plead, in utter disbelief, please just leave
It's obscene, you've got better things to do than pester me
When we flee from the menagerie, in the cover of night when the guard's asleep
We'll beat feet, but be discrete walking out his majesty
Come ancient history I’ll look back and there you’ll be, believe
Caught and then released and let me be
This game of cat and mouse is perpetual war
So please just leave if you got better things to do than pester me
I plead, in utter disbelief, please just leave
It's obscene, you've got better things to do than pester me
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3. |
Here Comes Torture
03:31
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Here comes torture
Bounding across the floor
Leaning forward
One foot in the door
Barking orders
Nature's chore
Hateful horror
Little more
Who's last to say no who's admirable
Who's last to say no who's amiable
Who's last to say no who's exonerated
Who's last to say no who's honourable
Sitting starboard
Sailing into port
Racing forward
Landing onto shore
Cruel contortions
In a bind
Your misfortune
By your side
Who's last to say no who's admirable
Who's last to say no who's amiable
Who's last to say no who's exonerated
Who's last to say no who's honourable
Who's simpatico
Simply magical
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4. |
Zirconia
03:08
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Blown off the map too early
You're out of this world
You're not invited back you’re not coming
It's too late to return
When you’re out of this world
Now you’ve done it
Don't ask if you don't have the stomach
You're looking for it
The joke’s crass for my loving when
You didn’t build it to burn
When you’re out of this world
Now you’ve done it
We didn't build to burn
Your wisdom comes in pearls
Wisdom comes in pearls
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5. |
King Of Cold Comfort
03:39
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The king of cold comfort, friend
Your constant companion
Will cancel all your plans
For the crisis out of hand
Undercover, friend
Invisible hand
Will lay the facts bare
Your best laid plans
A force of nature, friend
Read in the papers
Jump off the page
A statement made plain
The king of cold comfort
But time is on my side
If the bell don’t ring
You can spread your wings
Get carried by the wind and say goodbye
To the king of cold comfort
It's no wonder, friend
Invincible man
Stakes a claim again
To your best laid plans
Trace it backwards, friend
We'll give you a hand
We’re all concerned
Bridges have been burned
It's cold comfort
But time is on my side
If the bell don’t ring
You can spread your wings
Get carried by the wind and say goodbye
Truth is in the jest buts its best you don't know
Phoney friends will tell you, but it don’t hit home
If it only rolled off the silver tongue, it wouldn't take much to play along
Fools they
Need sugar on the spoon to
Sip their medicine
If it only rolled off the silver tongue, it wouldn't take much to play along
If it only tasted on the tongue, it wouldn't take much to drink it all
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6. |
Total Society
02:45
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High hopes for a delicate robe
Silk I covet the most
Cut the tags turn me to stone
Trade my rags for brand new clothes
Got your war and peace
Adorned in clean fatigues
Lease me a flock of sheep
Shaved for a basket of fleece
Work it to a piece of string
Yarn for pockets and sleeves
Got your war and peace
Adorned in clean fatigues
Stitch me brand new seams
Put the needle in the big machine
Built to last more than a week
Wrapped in a cotton weave
Got your war and peace
Adorned in clean fatigues
It isn’t hard to beat hard times
Adorned in clean fatigues
Step into the light
On track with creases in my slacks
Coat tails hang off the back
Tie together with buttons snapped
Stand with my shoulders back
Got your war and peace
Adorned in clean fatigues
It isn’t hard to beat hard times
Adorned in clean fatigues
Step into the light
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7. |
Teddy Comes Alive
02:53
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Teddy comes alive
In the nick of time
Doesn’t think twice, he can
Walk into it blind
Doesn’t do the math
But Teddy’s got the facts
Add it all together and
Nothing left to subtract
Oh please, I don’t need
What you won’t do to me
Tried to lay a trap
But Teddy beat the rap
Try to do him dirty
Threw the dirty right back
Always come in last
Until the final act
Tie it all together
Untethered in tact
Teddy…
Oh please, I don’t need
What you won’t do to me
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8. |
Bloody Luck
02:59
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You better make your move
if you don't choose what to do
They'll look at you and they'll assume
They got all the bloody luck
Walking out with all the free stuff
Filling both their pockets up
With all their bloody luck
Don’t be confused
The hot shots make the rules up
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9. |
Forsythia
03:24
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Forsythia they clipped your wings,
When you turned your back and refused to sing
Left inside on a rainy day, we made big plans but it felt too staged
Celebrate, celebrate
Laying on your back when the band starts to play
Celebrate, celebrate
Then you start to laugh when your friends walk away
Past due and growing old, standing by for the miracle
Little work for the young apprentice, boots tied tight and getting restless
Celebrate, celebrate
Laying on your back when the band starts to play
Celebrate, celebrate
Then you start to laugh when your friends walk away
I want my turn to return the favour
You kept me safe when faces were strange
I'm not leaving until I get an answer
Did I cross your mind when you stayed brave?
Hanging from the window sill, found alive with time to kill
Slurred speech with plenty to say, sudden death get carried away
Celebrate, celebrate
Laying on your back when the band starts to play
Celebrate, celebrate
Then you start to laugh when your friends walk away
Past due and growing old, standing by for the miracle
Little work for the young apprentice, boots tied tight and getting restless
Celebrate, celebrate
Laying on your back when the band starts to play
Celebrate, celebrate
Then you start to laugh when your friends walk away
I want my turn to return the favour
You kept me safe when faces were strange
I'm not leaving until I get an answer
Did I cross your mind when you stayed brave?
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10. |
Cushion The Blow
03:46
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Come on cut me loose
Our only one shot at a deal
I’m about to lose
When I come charging onto the field
Oh you caught it bad
Oh it caught you on the move
A penny for a pound…
Try to set the time, find it laying around
Changes with the tide when the lights go down
Glide along the rails of your own two feet
Get a plan that's real and you'll
Make your escape,
And soon you'll be on the move
I’m about to lose
When I come charging onto the field
Come on cut me loose
Our only one shot at a deal
Oh you caught it bad
Oh it caught you on the move
A penny for a pound…
Come on cut me loose
A penny for a pound…
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11. |
Back On The Team
02:21
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Back to work on my masterpiece
Sweep right in like the springtime breeze
Wait till you meet the best of me
It’s obscene
Try to survive my best intentions
I get by without second guesses
On my first try, without any lessons, see
I'm back on the team
Pay me no mind, lower your defenses to crimes,
Everything is fine, here comes my redemption on time
Help me count my many blessings
Rounding out for what I'm forgetting
Never mind, ask no questions, believe,
I'm back on the team
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12. |
Flushing Meadows
02:56
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Nothing ever grows, in flushing meadows
Seated row by row, lobbing insults
Terror in tow, temperamental
Everybody knows, its how the wind blows
Sunset on your ad side
Wrong foot caught you left behind
Cross court from a good sport
blind spot sent you back in time
Nothing ever grows, in flushing meadows
Everybody knows, its how the wind blows
Tossed back on the ad side
Wrong foot left behind
Ball bashed with all the panache
Of your dumb klutz flying blind
I'll fight you all the way to make it through
I'll bash your brains if I have to
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13. |
Cheat The Pattern
02:18
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Dug a grave like he sensed it
Dug a grave like he didn't have the time
Dug a grave like he meant it
Dug a grave like he saw it around the bend
Tried my best to protect him
Tried my best but I didn't have the time
Feathered nest resurrect him
Tried my best the but it turned on a dime
It doesn't seem much
When it turns on a dime
Cheat the pattern
King in a casket
When it all turns bad
Wretched and tragic
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