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1. |
Aargh!
04:03
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I cannot always tell you
Tell you how I feel
All I know this feeling
Is real although surreal
Emotions running through my head
Dictating who I am
Not the man I wanna be
Who I don’t understand
Woah Aargh (I want you to know)
Know Aargh (I feel so low)
Low Aargh (Don’t let me go)
Go AARGH!
I woke up this morning
Everything OK
Something snapped inside of me
Left me in disarray
You ask me how I’m feeling
I can’t tell you I don’t know
Mumble that it’s alright
Carry on with the show
Woah Aargh (I want you to know)
Know Aargh (I feel so low)
Low Aargh (Don’t let me go)
Go AARGH!
I want to say I love you
But cannot love myself
When all my life’s frustrations
Have fallen from the shelf
I know it’s just a moment
and I pray it will not last
Please help me to get through this
Pass the past into the past
I want communication
A remedy somehow
Right now I’ve got no answer
This will have to do for now
Woah Aargh (I want you to know)
Know Aargh (I feel so low)
Low Aargh (Don’t let me go)
Go AARGH!
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2. |
Peterloo
04:12
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‘Twas a fateful day two centuries ago
And the blood still cries out from the street
And the smell of blood Mixed in the mud
Underneath the horses feet
Landowners, clergy and the powers that be
Enemies of democracy
Thought that by force they could wield
The sword and rod in Petersfield
And the crowd got smashed
As the two sides clashed
And bones were cracked
As they turned their backs
And the blows they rained
From arms well trained
Hundreds crushed
When the Hussars rushed
As the 15th charged with sabres drawn
The children cried and the widows mourned
Yes the 15th charged with sabres drawn
To dash the hopes of the forlorn
As the 15th charged with sabres drawn
Filled with fury and with scorn
Yes they charged with sabres drawn
Forgot the roots where they were born
The iron rod that tyranny wields
Against the wall of the commoners shields
And blood and guts spilled in the mess
Of torn and stained Sunday best
As the people died beneath the feet
Of the cavalry charge on the street
Folk like you and people like me
Who made a stand for democracy
And the crowd got smashed
As the two sides clashed
And bones were cracked
As they turned their backs
And the blows rained down
And the people fell down
As they were oppressed
For the want of protest
As the 15th charged with sabres drawn
The children cried and the widows mourned
Yes the 15th charged with sabres drawn
To dash the hopes of the forlorn
As the 15th charged with sabres drawn
Filled with fury and with scorn
Yes they charged with sabres drawn
Forgot the roots where they were born
Peterloo Peterloo
People like me
Folk like you
This is the song of Peterloo
Let’s stand strong
Let’s stand true
Let’s stand strong
Let’s stand true
Let’s stand strong
Let’s stand true
For the brothers and sisters of Peterloo
Peterloo Peterloo
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3. |
Foot Off My Head
04:32
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No matter what I say. You always get your way
No matter what I do. I don’t seem to get through
Your sapping all my energy
My well being my sanity
Bringing out the worst in me
Expletives and profanity
Stifling the air I breathe. A suffocating wreath
Choking root branch and seed. In every word and deed
Before I met you I was doing fine
I failed to heed the warning sign
Drawn too close and you pulled me in
Now there’s no option it’s sink or swim
An
I wouldn’t be drowning. I wouldn’t be drowning
I wouldn’t be drowning. I wouldn’t be drowning
I wouldn’t be drowning. I wouldn’t be drowning
I wouldn’t be drowning
If you’d take your foot off my head
If you’d take your foot off my head
If you’d take your foot off my head
If you’d take your foot off my head
No matter what I say. You always get your way
No matter what I do. I don’t seem to get through
Now in at the deep end out of my depth
I gave my all, Now I’ve nothing left
Treading water, someone throw me a line
An sos for my decline
No matter what you say. I'm gonna get away
No matter what you do. This time we are through
I’m sick o swimming against the tide
Out in the open with nowhere to hide
You leave me no option I’ve gotta decide
I see the wood my eyes are open wide.
An
I wouldn’t be drowning. I wouldn’t be drowning
I wouldn’t be drowning. I wouldn’t be drowning
I wouldn’t be drowning. I wouldn’t be drowning
I wouldn’t be drowning
If you’d take your foot off my head
If you’d take your foot off my head
If you’d take your foot off my head
If you’d take your foot off my head
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4. |
Fake News
02:53
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The more I understand The less I understand
I try to understand It’s getting out of hand
The more I know The worse I feel
It’s so surreal Not knowing what is real
I try to read the papers
Which ones to read
Ones that aren’t the puppets o
Billionaires and greed
I switch on the tv
What channel should I choose
Which corporate sponsor’s
Gonna feed me news
Fake news Fake news
It all depends on the channel we choose
Fake news Fake news
Some you win The odds are you’ll lose
The more I understand The less I understand
I try to understand It’s getting out of hand
The more I know The worse I feel
It’s so surreal Not knowing what is real
I try an get a handle
on the sign of the times
Looking for a clue
Read between the lies
Headlines are just click bait
If you wanna be spoon fed
The devils in the detail
But you’ve gotta use your head
Brain dead brain dead
That’s what they call it If you don’t use your head
Brain dead Brain dead
Are we fools or just easily led
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5. |
Sycophant
02:50
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You tell me yours in exchange for mine
Casual conversation
Little thought shall be given to the ruin of a reputation
They never tell it as it is, preferring to mince their words
Currying favour with favours
while polishing others turds
Do you think I give a fig
you toad eating lick spittle
You can go and do a jig with your tattle and your tittle
Obsequious flattery for all the world to hear
In the end gets you nowhere contemplate that over a beer
J’admire ton plumage
You are the best most able
I am only here for the crumbs falling off your table
I’ll tell you what your hearsay
from a friend of a friend of a friend
Unwise words once spoken can be very difficult to mend
CHORUS
I’m sick of all the sycophants
That make me wanna spew
Talking never mind the bollox
But nothing ever new
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6. |
Suburban Witch
03:09
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Out of her chair at every noise
To take the toys off the boys
Can’t wait to tell the girls at school
To dish the dirt while serving gruel
Hubble bubble lets cause trouble
Exaggerate and make lies double
Rubbing palms full of blisters
Dishing dirt and broke phone whispers
Snitch snitch suburban witch
You know she’s there the curtains twitch
Snitch snitch suburban witch
You know she’s there the curtains twitch
In lightening thunder and rain
The weird sisters will meet again
To weave their tales and cast their spell
To cause havoc and merry Hell
Spinning yarns with tall tales
concocted brews never fails
calling the kettle fit to rot
Anything goes in the cauldron pot
Snitch snitch suburban witch
You know she’s there the curtains twitch
Snitch snitch suburban witch
You know she’s there the curtains twitch
The slippery tongues of bitter hags
Releasing felines from sealed bags
No telling what harm they will do
When their attentions fixed on you
The day will come when it’s your turn
You will know when your ears burn
And trouble starts to come your way
From the Poison words they say
Snitch snitch suburban witch
You know she’s there the curtains twitch
Snitch snitch suburban witch
You know she’s there, the curtains twitch
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7. |
Bathsheba
03:54
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A glimpse of flesh on the roof top
Divert your gaze, you couldn’t stop
Those flowing locks of golden hair
Enticed your eyes to dare to stare
Urges of a carnal man
Your inhibitions, you out ran
Till things spiralled out of control
And on the line you placed your soul
So events took a turn for the worse
A destiny that would be your curse
And the innocent not to blame
Became the victims of your game
Rich man with the worlds pearl
still desiring another mans girl
Never satisfied with your lot
Until you’ve got what he’s got
An it didn’t end there. It didn’t end
So unfair. Your affair
Invited her to your lair
Consequences you didn’t care
wealthy buyer beware
For it did not end there
To cover your tracts you hitched a plan
But could not fool a righteous man
A man more honourable than you
Whose hearts full of loyal virtue
Wise men’s words of injustice
Wealth and privilege
Illustrations of rich and poor
Showed your rotten to the core
An it didn’t end there. It didn’t end
So unfair Your affair
Invited her to your lair
Consequences you didn’t care
Wealthy buyer beware
For it did not end there
Invited her to your lair
Consequences you didn’t care
Wealthy buyer beware
Wealthy buyer beware
Wealthy buyer beware
For it did not end there
didn’t end there
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It's raining again in Manchester, this time not from the skies
Raining again in Manchester, but the rain comes from our eyes
I don't know if prayers are answered, or listened to by God above
But I do know that hate breeds violence
when what the world really needs is love
I do know that hate breeds violence
when what the world really needs is love
It's raining again in Manchester, this time not from the skies
Raining again in Manchester, from the tears fallin from our eyes
These tears that wash our grief away, wash away the hate
For humanities love’s not bolted, we’ve time to close the gate
For humanities love’s not bolted, we’ve time to close the gate
For it's pouring down, pouring down,
as our tears fall to the ground
pouring down, it’s pouring down,
as our tears fall to the ground
It's raining again in Manchester, this time not from the skies
Raining again in Manchester, from the tears fallin from our eyes
These tears can wash our grief away, can wash away the hate
While humanities love’s not bolted, we’ve got to close the gate
These tears can wash our grief away, can wash away the hate
These tears can wash our grief away, can wash away the hate
And it's pouring down, pouring down,
as our tears fall to the ground
It’s pouring down, pouring down,
as our tears fall to the ground
it's pouring down, pouring down,
as our tears fall to the ground
It’s pouring down, pouring down,
as our tears fall to the ground
It's raining again in Manchester, this time not from the skies
Raining again in Manchester, but the rain comes from our eyes
I don't know if prayers are answered, or listened to by God above
But, I do know that hate breeds violence,
when what the world really needs is love
I do know that hate breeds violence,
when what the world really needs is love
And it's pouring down, pouring down,
as our tears fall to the ground
It’s pouring down, pouring down,
as our tears fall to the ground
And it's pouring down, pouring down,
as our tears fall to the ground
We know that hate breeds violence
When what the world really need a is love
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9. |
Goodbye Forever Friend
04:22
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I thought you were my mate, my forever friend
We met while still at school, but it’s time for it to end
I cannot lie we’ve had good times, some of the best I recall
Though too much time in your company, always ends against the wall
I think it’s time we had a break
Your the one I need to shake
Please please for heavens sake
Or you’ll be the toast at my wake
A constant companion, as I’ve walked the road of life
Now carried as a burden, bring only trouble and strife
Used to bring out the best in me, now you bring out only bad
And once where you made me happy, you make me mostly sad
I cannot lie we’ve had good times, some of the best that I recall
Though too much time in your company, always ends against the wall
I think it’s time we had a break, your the one I need to shake
Please please for heavens sake, or you’ll be the toast at my wake
I thought you had my back, forever at my side
You’ve taken Dr Jekyl and made him into Mr Hyde
Yes the sweet elixir, that never meant me malice
But now I’ve finally realised, that your my poisoned chalice
I cannot lie we’ve had good times
Some of the best I recall
Though too much time in your company
Always ends against the wall
I think it’s time we had a break
Your the one I need to shake
Please please for heavens sake
Or you’ll be the toast at my wake
think it’s time we had a break
Your the one I need to shake
Please please for heavens sake
Or you’ll be the toast at my wake
Please please for heavens sake
Please please for heavens sake
Please please for heavens sake
Or you’ll be the toast at my wake
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You ask for one more favour, but never give one back
My fuel tanks now on empty and you’ve left me on my back
If you wanna it doings ask a busy man
But I’m tired of being busy, I’m doing all I can
All that I can
It might seem a little thing, but little things build up
The more people pouring will overflow the cup
When the river keeps flowing and there’s nowhere left to hide
It’s time for a reaction to turn back Canute’s tide
Turn back the tide
Pressure from the bottom
Pressure from the top
If it carries on
I’m scared I’m gonna pop
Pressure from above
Pressure from below
If it carries on
Something gonna blow
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TicNoToc Warrington, UK
5 piece, originals, post-punk/new wave band.
Slick, upbeat and sharply delivered
songs that accelerate into hooky choruses that simply soar.
Eclectic electric mix of social commentary in a dynamic performance.
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