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Can't Talk
02:31
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Can’t Talk
World turns insane – weathervane
girl turns the treacle tide
Caught aghast – well at last I’m saying
I’ve got chance to withhold chance
and then we can’t talk about this
shocking mess became our lives
now I find I’m reaching
Cut me out and fold and keep me
in your hand to hold on tight
sleeping at last I’m dreaming
but I don’t want to remember the night
when we can’t talk about this
shocking mess became our lives
now she don’t hear him knocking
going out picks him up
it picks him up
but mess him up
cruel how the memory won’t go away
jewels prize and lover’s fix
flying a flag where no signals matter
one day, one journey, one hour
eventually who cares, doesn’t matter.
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2. |
Social Glue
02:30
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Social Glue
Who shall I write who plays in the case
which garland to tie, how simple that seems
we’re not losing face or adornments
We spent the long night hidden in corners
banish surroundings trying to blend in
Overgrown children lost for all time
the number’s alright well how simple that seems
like the heaving social glue I want to know
and hand in my keys
We spent the long night hidden in corners
banish surroundings trying to blend in
Overgrown children in hostile surroundings
wearing their new suits and blurring to blandness
I want to save them
like the heaving pressure of future demands
the empire of brass cornerstone shouting match
to orchestrate shadows and ruin the wax
but I banish bad feel that’s consistently clear
now it’s here.
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3. |
Dot The Park
03:00
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Dot the park
I left the street and turned a hard cold light on
a full buffet, left over our trays
Bad feeling in the wind, sad nearly everything
The sugar slump, it just rolls over
surfacing the mid week’s colder
sudden moves threatening to push it over
I’m happy to sit there in the circus
then spear the hero on his own rule book
The editor’s been in touch
The sugar slump, it just rolls over
surfacing the mid week’s colder
sudden moves threaten him
certain stares tear at him
push him over
Wake up early in a cold sweat
leftovers, Saturday’s sweepings
at early morning meetings
my feet go all frenzied
and who wants to see that anyway
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4. |
Diamond Days
04:12
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Diamond Days
I look for the optimum lion, riot call
all faces scarlet and black
(in the world, in the world, in the world)
well it’s HQ charming where you’ll go
you’re so resolutely touchy-feel
and now you feel
around those diamond days
Throw out my books in a hurricane
I’ve lost better things in the wash
rest so easy at your heels
chasing your boredom away
Running quicksilver through my hands
and you can’t pick it up to put it back again
restoration, sparkle spring clean
so syrupy sunny
and feel no shame
such a daze
off your face
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5. |
Fuming Cloud
03:51
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Fuming Cloud
See the world round the thread of a screw
Calling out, leaking words in blue
Rumble the heart with chaos
Chaos lives in you
Even when it’s caged
It still kicks like new
Fuming cloud of biting grief
Acid dewdrops icy peaks
A worn out shroud to pick a thread
A broken bed to lay your head
There’s no helpcard to follow
Just the pulse of things, mark time
My fuming cloud of biting grief
Acid dewdrops ice relief
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6. |
Hushed
02:32
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Hushed
Film maker – his last scene
fair old commentary
opening feelings – subtly learning
What is your anger
hold up a lantern
sending my good sense up with the wind
All steel and gold eyes
now they pan the skies
parading sweethearts and their tidy wives
carving out the part
slow fuse ticking sore
hoping to design the universal score
What is your anger
hold up a lantern
sending my good sense up with the wind
centred means standing
thinking the plan b
sending my good sense out with the wind
Got to burrow deep holes
for to bellow deep sounds
do consider somehow
& then morning’s done
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7. |
The Fire Steamer
03:37
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The Fire Steamer
As hard as anyone’s heart come take
the last train for the fire steamer
you need to get there to change
your wayward ways & I’ll stop predicting
the words you say
alone on sailboats but still welcoming
a castaway
mysterious words from shadowy girls
you don’t appreciate them until later on
when they put you at your ease
and then they’re gone
see us follow the crumbs to the end of the trail
& see all the people lined up at the walls
walking on the tracks feeling our own
weight & breaking the spell
mysterious….
just another sound to block out
just another joke to shout out
just another word
it’s only another sound
mysterious….
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8. |
The Well
02:56
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The Well
Today I hear a dull bell
in slate I trace a deepening well
soft fingers coarse rock
cool and sullen sounds move around
Seems like fathoms underground
a slice of light above
quietly listening to a noise
a faraway thud
Last week I walked the meadow
all blue & green & calm
though everywhere I looked I saw
holes that went right down
a ring of stones
a knotted rope
and all around
a sound went on beating
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9. |
The New Crusade
03:33
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The New Crusade
If you want to go & populate the page
I can see this being the new crusade
I need a scrub, a washing of the brain
I can see this being the new campaign
We radiate heat & light
& that’s not through compromise
We radiate heat & light
& that’s not through exercise
Flat out fast a personal best
Hide some pain in solemn masks
Says a patient man, ‘Don’t break the tidy box’
Made so uptight by the mess
When tan coloured trucks
Cart away red dust
Stop shit in its tracks
So fierce & bold
I won’t bother myself
With some dog eared mag
& their focus groups
Are some kind of mystery
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10. |
We Moved
04:18
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We Moved
We moved to a more sympathetic place
We moved to a less synthetic place
We got around
I got blue filling up inside
A table top guide
To ex directory minds
We moved to a more sympathetic place
The view’s too clear, we might stand out
So get down
Fear brings such a volatile lesson
We got around
We were blurry
People who never stopped
Who never looked to the side
It was a harmless time
A harmless endeavour
Just a cheap shot for a buyer
Just a job, a nameless employer
We got around
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11. |
Late Night
04:37
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Late Night
- Instrumental -
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Jim Musgrave Norwich
Jim Musgrave’s music is rooted in rock and pop and is typically melodic and inventive. He also extends his output into more experimental / psychedelic albums recorded as Land Equivalents, Barbary Ape and brightredmite. A multi instrumentalist, most of his music is entirely self produced. He also occasionally plays drums for Belbury Poly / Ghost Box records. ... more
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