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The End of the Game
04:14
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Not so long ago you had all that you could wish for and need
Acquaintances in all the right places to help you (to) succeed
You remember how you smiled at them when they tried to explain
I hope you're ready for the end of this game
All the people that you used to look down upon from your balcony
Now you find that you aren't so different from them as you liked to believe
And would you have understood them if you had seen what you became
I hope you're ready for the end of this game
You thought you would always have someone to count on when things got severe
But now you realise those friends of yours weren't so sincere
And where will you go to now that you've lost your domain
I hope you're ready for the end of this game
You mistook your security for blindfolds and having your hands bound
Your superficial educational credentials finally let you down
And you know that once your ego's lost its so hard to reclaim
I hope you're ready for the end of this game
They warned you even pride has it price to pay and charity is cold
But you couldn't see how fragile and precariously you were balanced on your throne
And the wise man broke down and cried because you didn't know his name
I hope you're ready for the end of this game
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2. |
Nightmare #116
03:31
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I woke one night to feel like my head had been compressed
I went to find a doctor and you never would have guessed
I met one like a feline and he sure looked impressed
By a sabre-toothed brunet in a Mondrian print dress
The troubadour was having trouble creaking down to kneel
Crawling out so slowly with both hands upon the wheel
The pompadour was twinging as he tried to find a feel
Tasking me and asking me is this all really real
She moves with the certainty of other times and places
Her thoughts are always clear to read on each side of her faces
She asked a porter with a wink to carry up her cases
He ran for miles and vanished without leaving any traces
She was flicking through the candidates listed in the book
Goes rowing on weekends and sleeps suspended on a hook
She watches all the boats with a cross-eyed morbid look
And clings onto her moorings which are bound to come unstuck
She was speaking to detectives and feeling pretty shook
Someone had driven off with all her jewels in a truck
She was making up a list of everything they took
They followed leads for centuries but never caught the crook
Next in came the sphinx who took it all in at a glance
Stood above the mantel in a sculptor-artist stance
The juggler and the hypnotist got caught up in a trance
They walk a hundred miles, ah they never stood a chance
King Midas smashed a window as in traipsed a group singers
You could tell it from his glasses and the ink-stains on his fingers
A romantic figure shouted to a crowed of bad-news bringers
Long after you leave here your emptiness still lingers
Some days I watch the sunrise over cemetery hill
It gets me so distracted that I always over-spill
The acrobat across the street is sitting very still
I've never spoken to him and I guess I never will
It seems that all the cruellest words are only spoke jest
By unsuspecting neophytes staring to the west
They asked me to explain, I put my mind to the test
I recited for an hour, well I forget the rest
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3. |
I Can't Sit Still
02:25
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Unnamed hairbrained
Schemers wasting time
Halfway out of their minds
Exclaiming it's alright
Pursed lipped nurses
Cursing what they like
It's only one more time
And it's easy if you try
And if I can't sit still will you find someone who will
Part-time hardliners
Laughing with delight
It doesn't matter who's right
Keep repeating “number nine”
Sea-sick conscripts
Wake her, as she rises
She doesn't like surprises
It's always out of sight
And if you have the time, do you know who's next in line
Thin-skinned false grinning
Self-satisfying types
Complicate their plight
While eclipsing all in sight
Spoon-fed big-headed
Pig-faced, round, and small
Stood waiting for a call
That doesn't matter at all
And if you need someone to watch you when you run
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4. |
Spring Cleaning
03:38
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Behind the white curtain, the veil and the lid
There's nothing uncertain that is not left well hid
You scream out your number as you place your bid
To the tune of a nightingale's trill
The height-frightened pilot in the three star hotel
And the magazine pirate who is booked there as well
Stood waiting in line just for someone to tell
Them the price of their bill
I waited for an answer just behind the gate
All you could tell me was that, it must be fate
The whispers of sisters soon to be shocked
With a twist of the wrist and an unopened lock
I asked her what passed her and between what she's not
She said it's sure to give you a thrill
Neptune's uncle after crawling out the sea
Sat with a candlestick balanced on his knee
Drinking from an ashtray kicked off a balcony
Cos it's hard to swallow that pill
I couldn't help but overhearing somebody say
There's nothing this direction if we want to go this way
I really don't deserve it after everything I'm not
So if you must preserve it I'd prefer if it was got
Thrown out with all of the filth and waste and rot
That lies trampled on the ground
Poor old Cleopatra was looking so concerned
While Mark Anthony felt he had been spurned
It seems what happened while my back was turned
Someone moved the whole room around
I watched you from the outside when suddenly I heard
Have you finally realised that it's really all absurd
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It's way past her bedtime but Louisa is still wide awake
Thinking of tomorrow cos today can wait
She'd like to catch the sunrise but she thinks it might be late
As the night plays its tricks but she knows her concerns are fake
And I've got the late night blues again
Her world is silent and the stillness is too hard to take
The clouds inside her mind she can't seem to shake
She knows the more she tries the more she'll make
Her thoughts keep her up until the morning breaks
And I've got the late night blues again
She waits for the moment as she feels the passing of time
Watching the ceiling while visions conquer her mind
She finds it strange how at night she can't unwind
While she spends her days feeling sleep deprived
And I've got the late night blues again
It's starting to lighten and Louisa has given up
Trying to sleep as she flicks through her books
She pays no mind to the number the clock has struck
But attempts to move the needle where her record's stuck
And I've got the late night blues again
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6. |
Sign on the Line
05:09
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While I waited and stared, sat with my cares heavy on me
When not so far off, I heard a voice cough and turned round to see
There stood a tall man, who extended his hand and I shook it lightly
Well dressed with an air of grease in his hair and speaking softly
He said you look tired
Then he inquired
With your face so long, something must be wrong now what could it be
Said I've tried so many schemes, but everything seems to work against me
And I've come to think
It's high time to quit
Said he if that's how you feel, I'll make you a deal that you won't refuse
And he spoke with a grin there's too much to win and not much to lose
But I don't give favours
So sign these papers
I signed on the line, he said keep in mind as he placed in the draw
Keep to the confines or you'll find you'll get more than you bargained for
But in my dreaming
I missed his meaning
Then to my distress I found my success came at a cost
And to my shame I found I had gained less than I'd lost
And now nobody
Seemed to know me
And all my troubles came back double
Before it got too late I had to escape, was all I had in mind
Unresigned to my fate I went back to take the paper I'd signed
The pages I tore
Covered the floor
I turned from the draw he stood in the door and spoke this one line
I should've told you before, if what's mine is yours then what's yours is mine
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7. |
Perfectly Naturally
04:59
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By all means please leave now if you want to
And don't you ever tell me I didn't warn you
And don't blame me should anything come back to haunt you
With your fist full of pins I don't know how anyone wouldn't want you
The lights are fading and my head is feeling low
The streets are empty and there's no place left to go
The room's deserted but there's still no space to grow
For how long must I pretend like I don't know
And if you don't want to wait around I understand perfectly
But if you do I'll wait here to for you, naturally
My eyes are breaking and it's pounding on my mind
My hands are shaking with my fingers all entwined
My feet are aching and it's running up my spine
I'm tired of waiting with all that's left behind
I should be leaving I'm sure everybody knows
There's no secret worth keeping I suppose
Don't get dismayed this is how it always goes
I won't repeat it, what else would you propose
And if you don't want to wait around I understand perfectly
But if you do I'll wait here to for you, naturally
I'm tired of reliving the same old situations
To be disregarded after greeted by temptations
I neglect my time trapped in ruminations
While I'm left to nurse my frustrations
And if you don't want to wait around I understand perfectly
But if you do I'll wait here to for you, naturally
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8. |
Fetch the Barometer
03:42
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The orange selling ladies were nowhere to be found
The phantom was out haunting but there was no one around
Except the dentist in the garden with both feet underground
While the harlequins were busy, with devaluing the pound
I heard it on my TV, Dick Turpin had been caught
I went to buy a nightmare, but they'd already been bought
So I picked me up a burden and it cost more than I thought
It's time like this I wish these were the types of things I'd been taught
The actress was moaning she had been double-crossed
She sat amongst her bookshelves with the windows lines with frost
Her pens had all broken and her scripts had been lost
She searched along the bracelet where the river bed had been tossed
The palm-reader was out chasing gorgons on a whim
She knew where it ended but was unsure where to begin
With her lips made of concrete and her heart made out of tin
Somebody ought to go and inform her next of kin
The lost baggage handler sat shaking on a bone
He ran to Copenhagen, where the engineers are grown
But the only thing they told him, between Amsterdam and Rome
There's nothing for you here, oh you better run back home
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9. |
Aesop's Blues
03:57
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Can you see Anita
She's always dressed in black
Could you keep your eyes peeled
For someone pinning notes on to her back
Cos every time I check there's one more tacked
I never really trusted
That friend of yours because
I always had the feeling
That someday you'd remember that he was
Not the type you like to come across
You know that I'm not frightened
Of anything I see
But when I think of people
Who think they know all that they'll ever need
It nearly scares the life right out of me
Have you seen poor Angie
So delicate and pale
I have seen Angie cry
When she accidentally stepped upon a snail
Soon she will be stepped on by a whale
Here's one more word of warning
I'll give to you for free
Things can look so simple
But nothing is ever quite as it seems
And nothing's as easy as it could be
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10. |
Once More Around
06:12
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When asked if I knew her intentions, I could've responded in kind
Though I had no expectations, of what she had in mind
And though she hid her frustration, it could not be confined
For there was some indication, in the corners of her eyes
But she needs no invitation, to lie inside my skin
And despite my reservations, she still found her way in
Without much contemplation, I finally replied
To which without hesitation, she willingly complied
And though in our conversation, it was only implied
And she spoke only in quotations, she wouldn't be defined
And though my apprehension, was plastered on my chin
It was with anticipation, I waited to begin
With her sophistication, she took no time to decide
It was her predisposition, but I found it wasn't mine
And all her aspirations, so grand in design
But my imagination, couldn't be entwined
And soon the situation, was chained and not to be
And all these complications, became to much for me
Struck down with false accusations, which she would not confide
With no chance of restoration, I was still left behind
It seemed our limitations, weren't so hard to find
I found that our foundations, had shifted over time
And though our celebrations, had soon but almost gone
I asked for no explanation, and was provided none
In my desperation, I knew whatever I tried
I knew I'd lost her affections, somewhere along the line
And despite my own speculations, I never did understand why
In light of her instigations, it all passed me by
And though our separation, still brings me a sting
She remains my inspiration, she still resides within
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11. |
Something to Prove
03:32
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Could it a secret that I learnt
From whispered conversation overheard
Could it be true, and would you say if you knew to me
There's nothing more you have to do
Oh have you something to prove
Pictures of our lost thoughts run in streams
Through twisted spools of half-remembered dreams
And must you, have to keep confusing me
I can't help finding it that way
Oh have you nothing to say
In overcrowded paintings I have seen
In blankets wrapped up in misconstrued themes
And I wish I knew, all I wanted to say to you
It always seems to pass on through
Oh have you something to prove
I find it hard to sing your melody
For it's cruel to live only in memory
And don't you to? Cos I'm sure it's the same for you
But if it's easier this way
Oh then I've nothing to say
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Archie Noble Sheffield, UK
From Sheffield, UK. Lived in Utrecht. Currently based in Prague. Member of The Roundabouts and The Forecasters
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