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Shelf Stacker
03:13
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The best education
Put you on your feet
And with the right connections
You took an empty seat
A nanny for your children
A chauffeur driven car
But in a global crises
We know who the heroes are
Who’s gonna teach our kids?
Who’s gonna make us well?
Who’s gonna help the old?
Who’s gonna stack our shelves?
You took a brave decision
To bet against the grain
A pin point incision
Profit from other’s pain
You made a tidy killing
While others fought the war
But come the revolution
We know who the heroes are
Who’s gonna teach our kids?
Who’s gonna make us well?
Who’s gonna help the old?
Who’s gonna stack our shelves?
Who’s gonna drive the vans?
Who’s gonna pick our crops?
Who’s gonna keep the peace?
Who’s gonna serve in shops?
When the war is won
Hero’s go unsung
Normal life returns
Lessons never learned
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2. |
All Fall Down
04:21
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Some of us can wait, are happy to contemplate
Relishing in nothingness, meandering through wilderness
Thankful for the birds and bees, taking no more than our needs
Given to abstraction, withdrawal and inaction
Some of us dictate, can’t abide to be there late
Nothing worse than idleness, got to get down to business
Can’t see the wood for trees, or conflict between chalk and cheese
Driven to distraction, by percentages and fractions
We all fall down
Nature versus nurture. Science versus fiction
The past versus the future. Trust versus suspicion
Bliss versus ignorance. Aggression versus self defence
Analogue v digital. Rational or spiritual
We all fall down
There’s a drop in the ocean
There’s a needle in the hey
There’s a unanswered question
That won’t go away
There’s a view from a window
There’s a shadow on the wall
There’s a standing ovation
Before the curtain call
We all fall down
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It's Come to This
03:25
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I’m sorry that it’s come to this, spare me the details I got the gist
You’re hands were tied or so you say, saving for a rainy day
I’m sorry that it’s come to this, I bet you miss your life of bliss
The birthright flowing through your blood, can’t save you from an act of god
Shake your magic money tree
Dishonesty is currency
The fallen leaves that we believed
There's always something up your sleeve
Shake your magic money tree
Dishonesty is currency
The fallen leaves that we believed
Is it a cure or a disease?
I’m sorry that it’s come to this, we’re running out of the loaves and fish
You handed us a loaded gun, spun the barrel, got it done
I’m sorry that it’s come to this, slap the bracelets on his wrists
We hate the person you became the public need someone to blame
Shake your magic money tree
Dishonesty is currency
The fallen leaves that we believed
There's always something up your sleeve
Shake your magic money tree
Dishonesty is currency
The fallen leaves that we believed
Is it a cure or a disease?
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Herbivores
03:16
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I’m sinking my teeth into a meaty subject
Nurturing beasts getting reduced to a product
Packaged and stacked beyond recognition
Can you picture the carnage of meat preparation?
For all of my life I’ve avoided the topic
If blood is a drug baby I’ve been an addict
Animal lovers just love to eat flesh
In generous portions juicy and fresh
Cow and pig chicken and lamb
Sausage kebab burger and spam
Grilled and fried roasted and stewed
Reared and butchered served up and chewed
Animal products are society’s glue
Civilised people can’t deny what they know
Innocent victims of crimes against nature
We’re gonna be judged in the utopian future
They’re down on the farm accepting their fate
From cradle to grave from the grave to the plate
Scientific advances in meat substitution
Are good for the soul and your moral digestion
Cow and pig chicken and lamb
Sausage kebab burger and spam
Grilled and fried roasted and stewed
Reared and butchered served up as food
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5. |
Like You
03:05
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I bet you hear this all the time, but I’m your biggest fan
I follow you on Facebook, YouTube and Instagram
I read about your escapades it’s like i’ve done it too
It’s easy to imagine I’m a little bit like you
I wear the same cosmetics you endorse for your own skin
When I look in the mirror I could swear I was your twin
I bought a little dog like yours, we have the same tattoos
It’s easy to imagine I’m a little bit like you
I like you
I’m like you
Your unauthorised biography is always by my bed
And I can’t stop your latest single pounding in my head
I’d have cosmetic surgery, I really wish you knew
The lengths that I’m prepared to go to be a bit like you
If I sent an invitation would you come ‘round for tea?
Then you can see what it’s like to be a bit like me
A celestial affinity, I know you feel it too
It’s easy to imagine I’m a little bit like you
I like you
I’m like you
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6. |
Junk Shop Jesus
02:55
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Junk shop Jesus you’re the man
With eagle eyes and gripping hands
A relic from my adolescence
Comforter and omnipresent
Pocket gods and fire drills
Happiness and bitter pills
Momentary evergreens
Nightmares masquerade as dreams
What I feel, not what I know
Junk shop Jesus be my light
The satellites are out tonight
Within the darkness of my mind
I’ve seen you with my eyes shut tight
Pocket gods and fire drills
Happiness and bitter pills
Momentary evergreens
Nightmares masquerade as dreams
What I feel, not what I know
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7. |
End of the Game
03:51
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A promising junior with instinctive sense
Cool in the box and strong in defence
Excelled in phys ed but not academia
A natural in shorts but no encyclopedia
His local FC made him part of the squad
When he ran out on the pitch he felt like a god
The dazzling floodlights the roar of the crowd
The sound of the whistle when he’d done himself proud
It’s the end of the game
The end of the game
Life will go on but it won’t be the same
As he pulls on a shirt without number or name
It’s not the end of the world
Just the end of the game
Not for the money, the girls or the fame
He had no ambition to become a household name
‘Cos leaving his hometown would have been such a drag
When his childhood sweetheart turned into a WAG
It’s the end of the game
The end of the game
Life will go on but it won’t be the same
As he pulls on a shirt without number or name
It’s not the end of the world
Just the end of the game
So he hangs up his studs for the very last time
He knows getting old’s not a punishable crime
But the tackles come harder he has to admit
And the clubs latest signings are as young as his kids
It’s the end of the game
The end of the game
Life will go on but it won’t be the same
As he pulls on a shirt without number or name
It’s not the end of the world
Just the end of the game
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8. |
For the Birds
03:33
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We had to settle the argument
You conducted an experiment
The truth got a little bent
Accusations and counter claims
Finger pointing and hunger games
I didn’t have a lot to gain
‘Cos I’m falling to pieces
Tripping over words
I came home with a traffic cone
Spent the weekend on my own
Could not connect to a wi fi zone
I’m pessimistically full of hope
Watching the world going up in smoke
Through the wrong way round of my telescope
‘Cos I’m falling to pieces
Tripping over words
Just give me something
For the birds
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9. |
Be Yourself
04:08
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There’s a conspiracy that each us are party to
Internal monologues spoken via autocue
Got to be qualified, get a better job
Afford a house, a wife, two kids and a dog
Unintentionally you participate
Collecting things that only depreciate
The song you’re singing doesn't have a tune
There’s an elephant in your living room
Can you imagine a world without shame?
Hard to believe, but we all feel the same
You’re sick and tired of old you
Stuck at the back of the queue
You want to update your identity
But you don’t have to be what they want you to be
Be yourself. Be yourself
You can’t be. Someone else
You’re unique. An individual
So to speak. A bloody miracle
Evangelists with dodgy moral compasses
Divide us into victims and accomplices
Banking on future utopian economies
Smiling for selfies and playing happy families
That sinking feeling never goes away
You can’t remember what you did yesterday
So cross the street and look the other way
Your priority is taking home your pay
Can you imagine a world without blame?
Hard to believe, but we all feel the same
You’re sick and tired of old you
Stuck at the back of the queue
You want to update your identity
But you don’t have to be what they want you to be
Be yourself. Be yourself
You can’t be. Someone else
You’re unique. An individual
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10. |
Next to You
02:38
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I want to thank you for being by my side
My Honolulu bride
We’ve been together for what seems like forever
And it fills me up with pride
When I’m next to you
I get the best of you
In the morning and the night
I’m just feeling fortunate
Why don’t we celebrate
I want to thank you for all the ups and downs
The happiness and frowns
And when the outside world is getting out of hand
We can always go to ground
‘Cos when I’m next to you
I get the best of you
In the morning
And the afternoon
And the evening
And all through the night
I’m just feeling fortunate
Why don’t we celebrate
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11. |
Pull Yourself Together
02:29
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Jim Pearson UK
"You never can be sure what kind of project Jim will come up with next, but you can always be sure it's gonna be pretty darn
good." Tom Robinson BBC 6 Music.
Jim's songs range from the whimsical to some of the most bitter and somber themes, yet always with a paradoxical childlike spirit that meets them head-on – wide-eyed and full of hopeful energy.
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