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Number Theory

by Zeta

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1.
Ten percent 02:58
On the prowl we hunt in packs One track mind, you know the track Friday night the guys around We’re heading out to take the town A darkened room a nightclub beat A roving eye and dancing feet I see my prey and break away And start to think of what I’ll say I wanna know your name, I wanna play your game I wanna hear you say that you’re gonna stay I wanna stick around to prepare the ground I wanna be the find that you have found I wanna bit of this I wanna bit of that I wanna sneaky kiss and give a sneaky pat I wanna hit the road with you in tow I wanna take you home One time in ten her smile will say your aim is true She gets her coat and says you’ll do Saturday we try again Looking for that one in ten To win the game you gotta play The other nine’s the price you pay The mating game, the dating game Whatever name it’s all the same The formula remains unchanged The roles we play are pre-arranged The male believes that he pursues But in the end the females choose For every one you win there’s nine you lose I wanna know your name, I wanna play your game I wanna hear you say that you’re gonna stay I wanna stick around to prepare the ground I wanna be the find that you have found I wanna bit of this I wanna bit of that I wanna sneaky kiss and give a sneaky pat I wanna hit the road with you in tow I wanna take you home With odds like these you wouldn’t play a poker hand But we still ante up and put our fate in their hands Maybe we just love the chase Or maybe we anticipate The one in ten that proves you’re still a man
2.
Twice no 03:55
Out there it’s a bad bad world Men with guns and girls with knives In the dark of the night I’ll turn off the light Locking the doors and I’m looking outside The bad world can hunt me down but I’m staying alive NO! NO! Nothing can make me go NO! NO! I’m facing my demons way down in the hole NO! NO! I just want the world to let me alone NO! NO! Nothing can make me go Every sound and every shadow Carries a threat that must be faced All the pain and all the sorrow These things shall never, never enter this place NO! NO! Nothing can make me go NO! NO! I’m facing my demons way down in the hole NO! NO! I just want the world to let me alone NO! NO! Nothing can make me go They offered me sanctuary but I’ll never leave my home To live in collective fear is to be on your own The silent screams and the naked shackles Whatever may come will come to me alone NO! NO! Nothing can make me go NO! NO! I’m facing my demons way down in the hole NO! NO! I just want the world to let me alone NO! NO! Nothing can make me go
3.
Let me tell you a story of a man who tried To go 180 miles with just his thumb for a ride It was a labour of love he later told the policeman A pilgrimage if you like I was looking for the sun 180 miles just to look at the sun It’s a long and lonely road when you’re on the run 180 miles just to bury the gun It’s a dark and lonely thought when you think what you’ve done When you think, when you think what you’ve done I gotta go back to the start if I wanna tell it right It was the 1st of July in the middle of the night He was worshipping the sun after it had set in the west And he heard it speak his name, tell him he would face a test 180 miles just to look at the sun It’s a long and lonely road when you’re on the run 180 miles just to bury the gun It’s a dark and lonely thought when you think what you’ve done Oh when you think, oh when you think what you’ve done 180 miles just to look at the sun It’s a long and lonely road when you’re on the run 180 miles just to bury the gun It’s a dark and lonely thought when you think what you’ve done When you think, oh when you think what you’ve done And the test that he would face would be to find his closest friend And to sit him in a chair and say his time had come to the end And to shoot him in the eye, turn around and never look back And to leave the car behind and find this dusty desert track 180 miles just to look at the sun It’s a long and lonely road when you’re on the run 180 miles just to bury the gun It’s a dark and lonely thought when you think what you’ve done Oh when you think, oh when you think what you’ve done
4.
Counting 03:41
Every passing hour of every passing day Brings me nothing I can use No news from far away Waiting for a note Waiting for a call Waiting for to hear your voice Any news at all Counting days and counting weeks Stretching out beyond my reach The countless things we haven’t said We’ll never reach the end Every passing hour fills my heart with dread I start to wonder even whether You’re alive or dead Nothing do I hear Nothing’s ever said No messenger with tidings clear Nothing have I read Counting days and counting nights Countless dreams in black and white I see so clearly in the light But day destroys my sight Counting days and counting weeks Stretching out beyond my reach The countless things we haven’t said We’ll never reach the end Counting days and counting nights Countless dreams in black and white I see so clearly in the light But day destroys my sight Counting days and counting weeks Stretching out beyond my reach The countless things we haven’t said We’ll never reach the end
5.
Twenty-one 04:41
Plain sailing on the ocean blue A gentle swell and the wind blows true From high the cry “Sail-ho dead astern” She clears for action as she starts her turn The flashing broadside tearing holes in the hull The distance closes, hoards of boarders in the fray The clash of cutlass, battle passions, then a lull She strikes her colours, and she’s borne away You wrote these tales of a sea-faring age One eye to the past, the other to the page Fleets and ships, nations and men, the rise and fall The essence of the piece, you captured them all A cutting-out, undertaken in the dark Synchronised diversions taking place in the bay Five boats, full of men, silent and stark An explosion of violence, and she’s borne away Twenty-one times we read the first page But only twenty did we read the last Your world is tangible: love, fear and rage And now you’re gone, outlived by the past A Spanish squadron with specie and gold Four frigates, line astern, riding the trades A nation’s wealth stowed down in the hold Four British ships ride out to engage The flashing broadside tearing holes in the hull The distance closes, hoards of boarders in the fray The clash of cutlass, battle passions, then a lull She strikes her colours, and she’s borne away
6.
7.
Set me free 03:37
Set me free I can’t breathe Set me free from the load bearing down on me Set me free I can’t breathe Set me free from the load bearing down on me Set me free Let me be Can’t you see all the chains that are binding me Set me free Let me be Can’t you see all the chains that are binding me
8.
Time of need 03:47
Small kindnesses, the shelter of a tree You gave me bread when I had nothing to eat A sympathetic ear is sometimes all you need A sympathetic word to ease the pain of defeat I think that I know now There are things that leave no doubt Who stays and bandages your wounds when you bleed? Who holds your hand in your time of need? Convalescent hours passing so slow Watching winter swans landing on snow Let nature run its course let river water flow You opened up your door to those you didn’t know I think that I know now These things that leave no doubt Who stays and bandages your wounds when you bleed? Who holds your hand in your time of need? When you’re gone will we remember you? When you’re gone what good did you do? When you’re gone you live on in our minds When you’re gone you leave our thoughts behind I feel the life begin to stir in me again The beating of my heart I measure while I count to ten To you I owe my health, to you I owe my strength And as I take my leave I look back upon a friend I think that I know now The things that leave no doubt Who stays and bandages your wounds when you bleed? I think you know now
9.
I’ve been thinking that it’s time for me to go Pack my bags and get this show on the road Thinking about the people that I’ve never seen Thinking about the places I’ve never been Not up for paying rent and earning a wage You can’t keep a wild beast in cage Constant wander-lust pulls me away I gotta move don’t ask me to stay I’m a drifter, a mover, I hold what I own A mover, a loser, got nothing to show A loser, a drifter, I got no home Drifter mover loser waster hippy dopehead airhead I’m a drifter, a mover, I hold what I own A mover, a loser, got nothing to show A loser, a drifter, I got no home Drifter mover loser waster hippy dopehead airhead I try to avoid all responsibility I hate to have someone else depend on me Gotta keep moving, that’s the secret of life No bills no job no kids no dog no house and no wife Can’t pin me down coz my spirit is free Can’t make me stay, no use talking to me Can’t wake me up till I’ve had twelve hours of sleep Can’t make me think coz I inhale too deep I’m a drifter, a mover, I hold what I own A mover, a loser, got nothing to show A loser, a drifter, I got no home Drifter mover loser waster hippy dopehead airhead I’m a drifter, a mover, I hold what I own A mover, a loser, got nothing to show A loser, a drifter, I got no home Drifter mover loser waster hippy dopehead airhead I’m a hippy loser dopehead Hippy loser dopehead Hippy loser dopehead Hippy loser dopehead, man So now it’s time to say goodbye to you all You fed me and you housed me and it’s been a ball So glad to have friends with goodwill to abuse I found a little cash and I’ve taken your shoes I’m a drifter, a mover, I hold what I own A mover, a loser, got nothing to show A loser, a drifter, I got no home Drifter mover loser waster hippy dopehead airhead I’m a drifter, a mover, I hold what I own A mover, a loser, got nothing to show A loser, a drifter, I got no home Drifter mover loser waster hippy dopehead airhead I’m a drifter
10.
Up and down and round we go Never knowing if you’re high or low All your kisses as sweet as wine Girl you blow my mind Forget your worries and your hang-ups too There’s a better life for me and you Sometimes I think I’m losing my mind Another drink and I’m feeling fine Little baby don’t be crazy, come and dance with me Little baby don’t be crazy, come and dance with me Little baby I don’t mean maybe, let’s see those dancing feet Little baby don’t be crazy, come and dance with me She wants all your hugs and kisses too Then tears you apart when you do Wake up in a morning glory Well fellas, just life’s story Just another mouth to feed Or is it that drink you need Then she says our love is through What the hell is wrong with you Little baby don’t be crazy, come and dance with me Little baby don’t be crazy, come and dance with me Little baby I don’t mean maybe, let’s see those dancing feet Little baby don’t be crazy, come and dance with me Little baby don’t be crazy, come and dance with me Little baby don’t be crazy, come and dance with me Little baby I don’t mean maybe, let’s see those dancing feet Little baby don’t be crazy, come and dance with me Dance with me
11.
Forty 03:59
The years go by, quick as a roving eye The things you haven’t done start playing on your mind Forty would always scare me Now it’s caught me Regrets of opportunities missed The pain of age, half way to the grave It’s so mundane but nothing takes away this pain Forty was waiting for me Now it’s trapped me, and I can’t get away Forty would always scare me Now it’s caught me Regrets of opportunities missed Regrets of opportunities missed I always wanted to write a novel I wanted wealth and career success But now the game has changed, I’m playing for second prize Priorities re-arranged, ambitions unrealised So hard to accept the blame, so easy to live a lie And so the days pass by in a haze I look back upon my youth from looming middle age Forty was waiting for me Now it’s trapped me, and I can’t get away Forty would always scare me Now it’s caught me Regrets of opportunities missed Regrets of opportunities missed Regrets of opportunities missed Regrets of opportunities missed

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This is the first album by Zeta, a collaboration between guitarist Dean Powell, drummer Jes Kerr, and multi-instrumentalist and singer Simon Pollack. Almost neighbours in Cambridgeshire, UK, we're inspired by music with roots in rock, blues and folk.

We believe in the equality of all the instruments: our guitars aren't always providing screaming solos, our drums do more than keep a linear rhythm, our vocals and lyrics complement the underlying music.

It's an almost-concept album. Many songs relate in a some way to numbers and counting, which is the source of the album title. We elaborate on this theme in the name of our band (you'll need to do some googling to unravel that one...)

But you don't need to know all that :) Hopefully you'll just like the songs.

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released February 12, 2012

Simon Pollack: Vocals, bass, guitar, banjo and keyboards
Dean Powell: Guitar
Jes Kerr: Drums & percussion
All songs arranged and produced by Simon Pollack at Chestnut Studio, UK
Album artwork: Bexs Robertson

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