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Seagulls Cant Sing
02:13
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I met my dear briefly
But too soon I left
My head for chit-chatting
Just wasn't the best
And brown water
Keeps flowing towards the sea
And they cawk and they wail
But Seagulls cant sing
I've been wandering and roaming
For about four days now
Looking for what I just couldn't describe
And brown water
Keeps flowing towards the sea
And they cawk and they wail
But Seagulls cant sing
SEAGULLS CANT SING
SEAGULLS CANT SING
I've had it before
Too soon it left me if I could swim
Id jump in
But it all just keeps on flowing by
And brown water
Keeps on drifting out towards the sea
And they cawk and they wail
but seagulls cant sing
SEAGULLS CANT SING
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2. |
Sardine Express (MTR)
03:04
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They rush, and push
Each other under concrete covered ground
To sets and dens
Where their destination is reached
Its a good way to get around if
you don't mind personal space breached
Its every man for himself
On the sardine express
You feel a bit hopeless
When your sandwiched on
The sardine express
Mothers with buggies
Get more aggressive
Than troubled youths in hoodies
Every being fights for first place
Its a subterranean race
Its every man for himself
On the sardine express
You feel a bit hopeless
When your sandwiched on
The sardine express
Oh and life
Just floods up with trouble
Cause my trains too crowded for me
I better run run run run run run run run run run
And collect
My
Decent?
Salary
Its every man for himself
On the sardine express
You feel a bit shit-less
When your sandwiched on
The sardine express
And while you
MIGHT TRY TO RUSH
you
MIGHT TRY REASON
but you
MUST TURN RIGHT HERE
you must
TRAVEL RAPIDLY
you must
TRAVEL RAPIDLY
oh god Its every man for himself
On the sardine express
You feel a bit shit-less
When your sandwiched on
The sardine express
Its all a little bit hopeless
Its all a little bit
Hopeless
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3. |
4AM
04:05
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Cruising 'round the town where with
Love I used to meet
There's something nice in
Empty streets
Oh if you crossed the world just to end back where you'll begin
Well did you really do anything?
Sneaking up my stairs trying not to wake
Dear mother
Taking it easy
No hassle, no bother
Oh if you crossed the world just to end back where you'll begin
Well did you really do anything?
And sometimes I worry
But now I don't worry
Out here with my stream
At four in the morning
Oh if you crossed the world just to end back where you'll begin
Well did you really do anything?
Pissing out my window at
Four AM
Life is a pretty
Slow existence
Oh if you crossed the world just to end back where you'll begin
Well did you really do anything?
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4. |
States Of Mind
02:14
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Keep it piling up piling piling up now
While the queues in your senses rush and push
See how far its gonna take you now
Taking a trip into roundabout town
Where the cats are feral and the rats are clean
Everyone's taking their Charlie Sheen
But the coffee, oh it cant be beat
Oh I know
Trouble can haunt you
And I know
You don't want to amount to nothing
But sometimes there's just nothing
You can do
So take it easy now easy now easy now slow
Your troubles with the wind will blow
See how far how far you might go
Cause all thoughts are lost where the birds sing low
ALL thoughts are lost where the birds sing low
ALL THOUGHTS are lost where the birds sing low
ALL THOUGHTS ARE LOST WHERE THE BIRDS SING LOW
Come on out to my countryside
Leave your trouble behind about a country mile
You could have ten of those ten of those ten of those streets
Or grass that's longing for some dancing feet
And I know
Trouble can haunt you
But troubles only trouble
In relativity
And I know
You don't want to amount to nothing
But sometimes there's just nothing you can do
See how far how far you'll go
Where thoughts are lost when the birds sing low
THOUGHTS ARE LOST WHERE THE BIRDS SING LOW
THOUGHTS ARE LOST WHERE THE BIRDS SING LOW
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Martin's Party Ireland
Three piece from Co. Louth forces you to Shake, Rattle and Shit on singer songwriters. Aggressive Pop for the Fed up. Demands your attention and money.
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