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1. |
Problems
03:38
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Problems.
Words and Music by Thom Carter. Copyright Self Released Records 2012. All Rights Reserved.
I can feel a deadweight around my neck,
It burns like a cigarette,
Pressed into my flesh under my thumb,
How, how does your garden grow?
So pretty, full of leaves and whispers
From the City,
You just turn up at my door,
With your pr-pr-pr-problems,
Pr-pr-pr-problems,
Such a fuss about nothing at all.
After you make me feel like I’m just,
A repetition of,
The same thoughts you keep putting in my head,
You’re mine, you mousey-brown haired little tease,
You paint your fingernails bright pink,
Sitting in the bathroom on the floor,
You just turn up at my door,
With your pr-pr-pr-problems,
Pr-pr-pr-problems,
Such a fuss about nothing at all.
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2. |
The Same
03:32
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The Same
Words and music by Thom Carter. Copytight Self Released Records 2012. All Rights Reserved.
The days break backwards in a wave,
Leave the washing out in the rain,
And my body it feels, but my mind does not receive the same.
When I was clear, mirror white as a lake,
Now the thoughts just don’t stay for long or come again these days,
And my body it feels, but my mind does not receive the same,
Anymore.
There she will be waiting, not a mile from the sea,
There she will be waiting, so close, but not waiting for me.
The days just don’t hesitate,
To push themselves into your sleep,
It’s not where they ought to be – but you don’t want them,
And my body it feels, but my mind does not receive the pain,
It’s the ordinary that I cannot acknowledge as the same,
You got nothing on me, you’re all just to caught up in the wait,
And my body it feels, but my mind does not receive the same,
The same.
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3. |
Lost and Found
02:58
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Lost and Found
Words and Music by Thom Carter. Copyright 2012 Self Released Records. All Rights Reserved.
Permanent, the fear of dying, cars are always going by, the fridge is broke but I don’t mind, just put the milk in cold water,
Wash my face and steal ideas, I’m Late in Time that I don’t have, I bought an organ on Ebay, it makes me feel like Focus,
Eat it whole, start again, waiting for the sand to rain, coming down, you’re very brave, I like Winchelsea tombstones,
Wide-eyed Arthur buying beers, on his credit-card and cash, gonna break up the band when I just bought a bass amp,
Again and again, it goes ‘round,
You’ve seen it all before but it’s new to me right now,
Again and again, lost and found,
The fragments are connected th-th-this time ‘round.
On the Kings Road, looking single, Muma Putt’s is playing Dancehall, thin white women, blue-jean black men, talking ‘bout the MUSIC,
New shop, blow job, landlord rip-off, give me my deposit back now, everything is pulled down in the name of ‘re-development’,
And ‘Progress’, Progress?, everybody eat organic food if you can find it, ‘cause the soil is just a road now,
“Turn it down!” the neighbours say, “You people are just noise”, wish I had a home in nowhere where the night was just my VOLUME,
Again and again, it goes ‘round,
You’ve seen it all before but it’s new to me right now,
Again and again, lost and found,
The fragments are connected th-th-this time ‘round.
Look at the blue world,
Isn’t it something else?
Something else?
Something else?
Something else?
S-s-s-Something else?
Something else?
Something else?
Something else?
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4. |
Filthy Clean
03:38
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Filthy Clean
Words and Music by Thom Carter. Copyright Self Released Records 2012. All Rights Reserved.
When I begin to burn,
I just can’t stand the sight of myself,
And I give in to the morning,
Just give in, to the moving wheels of the day,
When I begin to hurt,
I just don’t care about myself,
I just don’t care anyway,
I just don’t care its always the same,
Always the same.
And I’ve been wearing these jeans all week,
Just trying to keep them from the washing machine,
Everybody wants you to be in and out,
But I don’t wanna be clean.
Well I’ve been good today,
I just came back to stay,
And then give in to the morning,
Just give in, to the moving wheels of the day,
When it begins to hurt,
I just can’t stand anyone else,
I just don’t care let it burn,
I just don’t care, just as long as I never return.
And I’ve been wearing these jeans all week,
Just trying to keep them from the washing machine,
I like it dirty I don’t wanna be clean,
Why do you want me to be?
And I’ve been wearing these jeans all week,
Just trying to keep them from the washing machine,
I like it dirty I don’t wanna be clean,
I wanna be dirty.
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5. |
Animal
02:02
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Animal
Words and music by Thom Carter. Copyright Self Released Records 2012. All Rights Reserved.
I don’t want to meet your friends,
I don’t want to buy you drinks anymore,
I don’t want to walk you home,
I just want to spank you like an animal.
Like an Animal.
People say that their too tired,
People say that their too old,
People say that they just want a quiet life,
When I wanna say nothing at all,
Nothing at all.
I don’t remember what I even did,
I don’t remember everything I said,
Two girls on a bender - hello in my bed,
I don’t remember,
I don’t remember.
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6. |
Young Heart
05:32
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7. |
Bail Me Out
03:04
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Bail Me Out
Words and music by Thom Carter. Copyright Self Released Records 2012. All rights reserved.
I am not the Government,
I’m just me,
I don’t work for nothing,
I hand it over for free,
I don’t want your Euro,
I don’t want your greed,
I just want my voice back now,
Give it back to me,
And no ones gonna bail me out.
You’re into money?
I wanna know what that is,
The same old money,
It always looks the same to me,
You say, ‘oh, I wanna pass you by, and want you to notice me’,
Yeah, you got money in your pocket,
And on your fingers,
And you’re all that it can be,
And no ones gonna bail me out.
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8. |
Aniseed Riot
02:32
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Aniseed Riot
Words and music by Thom Carter. Copyright Self Released Records 2012. All rights reserved.
I’m a white man singing in a white man band,
You can the police if you don’t understand,
They put the tops of the tables on the chairs on the floor,
And if you don’t want any trainers you can riot some more,
Aniseed, aniseed.
Well the girls and boys look just like their real,
Come on a take a heart and tell me how does it feel?
Gone are the friends that I knew so well,
I’m just a stranger to myself,
Aniseed, aniseed.
Chill out, chill out, chill out, chill out,
Chill out, you lout, chill out, you lout,
Too loud , chill out, chill out, you lout.
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9. |
Broken String
03:39
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Broken String
Words and music by Thom Carter. Copyright Self Released Records 2012. All rights reserved.
Cut me out
Wanna feel my mind
Kill my heart
No reason no rhyme
Break me down
Break my high
Break my strings
Break my mind
Politician
Of the EU kind
You wanna tell me what to do
Wanna tell me whats right
Got to be a way
To cut you out of the groove
I want my country back
From the people who rule
Somrthings gone wrong inside
I wanna get off
Play ‘Land’ with my band
And take my clothes off
I paint my body green
My hair goes blue
I broke a string inside me
Thinking of you
Light up a cigarette
Start a house fire
Swing the cat around my head
Till one of us flies
Sick in a paddle-boat
Shaped like a swan
I got nothing left inside of me
Everything’s gone
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10. |
Turn Me On
03:33
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Turn Me On.
Words and music by Thom Carter. Copyright Self Released Records 2012. All rights reserved.
Here – wherever you are,
I don’t care - just as long as it starts.
What I need is your devotion
But your apathy is all I get.
Turn me on,
Wont you turn me on,
Just so quickly,
As you feel the same,
Feel the same,
Underneath.
All the way,
Take it all the way,
In the city,
From the streets up to the stars,
That’s how deep you made the scar,
On me.
Love to you - its just a feeling,
That comes and goes, like its loitering,
But to me, it’s still the reason,
That I’m here at all, in this place.
Turn me on,
God you turn me on,
Just so quickly.
I don’t know what’s happening to me,
I’m to high to even see,
Anymore.
Give your love,
I can never get enough,
Of that feeling.
I need you more than you know,
Don’t make me fight this civil war,
With you.
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11. |
Nothing Seems Real
04:17
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Nothing Seems Real
Words and music by Thom Carter. Copyright Self Released Records 2012. All rights reserved.
I know that you are waiting,
But I don’t know what for,
I hear the railway shaking through the floor,
I don’t know what I’m doing,
Like I did before,
I hear the hedgerow waking with the dawn,
Nothing seems real tonight,
I’ve been sleeping in the day for weeks,
I don’t wanna go outside,
It doesn’t mean a thing if I stay or if I fight.
I walk a long way at night,
From the woodland full of stars,
The moon is just a bigger hole,
Cut out from the dark,
You’re just a delivery man who never comes,
Baby, don’t make me wait too long,
Baby, don’t make me wait too long,.
Nothing seems real tonight,
And it’s cold and late,
I don’t know where to start,
Nothing seems real,
Not quite,
I’m the odd one out aboard the Ark.
So where are you tonight?
When I’m all dressed up,
With nowhere to go,
I don’t wanna know,
I find,
It doesn’t mean a thing if I stay or if I fight.
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12. |
Nothing You Want
05:00
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Nothing You Want
Words and music by Thom Carter. Copyright Self Released Records 2012. All rights reserved.
I got nothing on my mind today,
Too many people to think straight,
I got nothing on my mind,
Nothing you want.
Daddy sugar, tell me anything,
Tell me how to get a tighter grip,
On my mind I think I’m loosing it,
All gone,
Tell me captain, if we can fly,
Tell me captain have we hit the sky?
Are we crashing?
Is the world just doing its thing?
Yeah I’m nobody, nobody you know
I cut myself now I’m all alone,
I’d fake my own death just to get out of here,
I’d fake my own death just to get out of here,
I got nothing you want, nothing you want,
I got nothing you want, nothing you want,
I got nothing you want, nothing you want,
I got nothing you want, nothing you want.
The first time that I found my feet,
Chasing this dragon ain’t no good for me,
What doesn’t kill you, gonna catch you in the end,
Pollute the ocean, pour oil in the sea,
Cut down the forest pull up all the trees,
You take the car to work, I hope you crash the god damn thing,
My opinion is that freedoms dead,
Can’t quiz religion cause of censorship,
If they don’t like you, they’re gonna cut off your head,
Tie me up baby and hold me tight,
We’re gonna try out all the sins tonight,
You cut the line and I will sharpen up the knife,
I got nothing you want, nothing you want,
I got nothing you want, nothing you want,
I got nothing you want, nothing you want,
I got nothing you want, nothing you want,
I got nothing you want, nothing you want,
I got nothing you want, nothing you want.
Too many people.
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13. |
That's What They Want
05:30
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That’s What They Want
Words and music by Thom Carter. Copyright Self Released Records 2012. All rights reserved.
Well I went down to the river, to feel the water on me,
And I went down to the river, to feel the water on me,
I went down to the river, but I just can’t seem to drink,
So I went down to the river, to see what I could see,
And I went down to the river, to see what I could see,
I went down to the river, but I couldn’t see in front of me,
So I stepped down to the river, stepped down to the deep,
So I stepped down to the river, stepped down to the deep,
I stepped down to the river, and the river stepped over me.
Now I go where the river goes,
Now I go where the river goes,
I don’t care where it takes me, just as long as it don’t take no time to go,
Take me to a doctor,
Take me to a priest,
I don’t want your kind of medicine,
I don’t want your crucifix,
‘Cause no man, no woman gonna bring me to my knees,
That’s what they want, it’s what they want,
That’s what they want, it’s what they want,
Can’t you tell, can’t you tell, that’s what they want.
So I learned how to keep talking, when there’s nothing underneath,
And I learned how to say nothing, when I really want to speak,
I don’t know if this is getting through, if you can even hear me?
Cigarette burning in a forest fire,
A big wolf’s knocking at the door,
A little pigs dancing with a millionaire,
Who made a million out of pork,
Television blaring through a padlocked door,
Neighbours are digging out a grave,
The cats are talking and the tide is high,
I don’t wanna get swept away,
That’s what they want, it’s what they want,
That’s what they want, it’s what they want,
Can’t you tell, can’t you tell, that’s what they want.
So I went down to the river to see what I could see,
And I went down to the river to see what I could see,
But I could never see the river in the place where the river should have been,
Polka-dot dresses and a black beret,
Skeletons are hanging from your ears,
I seen a hundred car crashes and a bill unpaid,
I got no hair left on my head,
Writing out a novel on a cracked sea-shell,
Banging with a biscuit on a drum,
I’m riding eight fat tigers on the back of a whale,
That’s got no clothes to keep him warm,
That’s what they want, it’s what they want,
That’s what they want, it’s what they want,
Can’t you tell, can’t you tell, that’s what they want.
Adverts, viewing figures, headlines, sticky fingers, fireworks, low-fat, taxman, money back,
All-in-one, P.C., watered down, liberty, gagging orders, hijabs, Brooklyn Vegan riff-raff,
Hipsters, down and outs, celebrities, HIV, oil-slick, politicians, fast-track, recession,
Cash-back, pantyhose, organic sugar, broken homes, immigration, television, podcasts, Eurovision,
Carpools, relativism, count to ten, pull the trigger,
That’s what they want, it’s what they want,
That’s what they want, it’s what they want,
Can’t you tell, can’t you tell, that’s what they want,
Can’t you tell, can’t you tell, that’s what they want,
It’s what they want, It’s what they want, It’s what they want,
It’s what they want, It’s what they want, It’s what they want,
It’s what they want, It’s what they want, It’s what they want,
It’s what they want, It’s what they want, It’s what they want,
Adverts, viewing figures, headlines, sticky fingers, fireworks, low-fat, taxman, money back,
All-in-one, P.C., watered down, liberty, gagging orders, hijabs, Brooklyn Vegan riff-raff,
Hipsters, down and outs, celebrities, HIV, oil-slick, politicians, fast-track, recession,
Cash-back, pantyhose, organic sugar, broken homes, immigration, television, podcasts, Eurovision,
Carpools, relativism, count to ten, pull the trigger!
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14. |
Outro
03:12
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