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Ten percent
02:58
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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
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2. |
Twice no
03:55
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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
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3. |
HundredEighty
06:06
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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
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4. |
Counting
03:41
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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
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5. |
Twenty-one
04:41
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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
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6. |
Fair Spanish ladies
02:51
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7. |
Set me free
03:37
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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
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8. |
Time of need
03:47
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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
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Hippy loser dopehead
03:47
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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
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10. |
Dance with me
04:02
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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
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11. |
Forty
03:59
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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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