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Fortune smile at me
I could be good if I could run free and
Favoured winds, blow my way
Cigarette ends in an old ashtray
And make it please, this gambler's last day
Lady luck, fickle but fair
Strip away all these debts we wear
Wash us clean with one freak wave
Clutching tight what we need to keep safe
And make it please, this gambler's last day
Ghosts of the future and past, make me a better man built to last
Ghosts of the future and past, make me a better man, make me a better man
Fate please come to my aid
Don't judge me by mistakes I've made
You bet your house, you bet your bread
I don't want to end up dead
So make it please, this gambler's last day
I had a friend who put it all on black
Found him at the bottom of a river in a sack
I was at his house just that day
Cigarette ends in an old ashtray
So make it please, this gambler's last day
Ghosts of the future and past, make me a better man built to last
Ghosts of the future and past, make me a better man, make me a better man
Fortune please, come smile at me
Fortune please
Don't go away, like you did to the gambler that day
Ghosts of the future and past, make me a better man built to last
Ghosts of the future and past, make me a better man, make me a better man
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Well it's been years of looking like a state
Patching it together day by day
Oh, let me count the ways I need escape
Distractions and diversions
Hopes and accommodations
Can you kill the boredom dead for me?
I've been a reveller, a slacker, a no-hoper, a naysayer, a cynic, a game-player
But always the optimist inside, at odds with the world
I'm asking for you love in my dry voice
Oh can you tell me, can you tell me where we are?
I'm amazed at the state of my own face
Charlatans and hypnotists are now on every corner
Charlatans and hypnotists trying to do us over
I've been a stubborn man, and try as I might, and I have, I could never yield
I've been a ball of energy caught in a stasis field, honestly yeah, I know I have
I hold my hands up to that
It's easy to get deadened and weird and strung out and pseudo-scientific
Caught up and all apocalyptic, but there are pockets of relief and joy
Can you show me the way to those?
Oh can you tell me, can you tell me where we are?
I'm amazed at the state of my own face
Charlatans and hypnotists stand on every corner
Charlatans and hypnotists trying to take us over
And I sing for all the things that I can never say
And as I gaze into the eyes of the hypnotist
I don't want to be another sucker, I don't want to be another sucker,
I don't want to be another, be another, be another sucker
I sing for all the things that I can never say
And as it turns out, I cannot say a lot
I need a map I need directions, a statement of intention
An answer sheet that says, "Frequently Asked Questions"
It's been years of looking like a state
Patching it together day by day oh, let me count the ways
I need escape
Distractions and diversions, I'm knocking at your door
Hoping the weather will change
Hoping the weather will change
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Rattlebone Colour
02:54
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Well I hope you don't hear my bones rattling
As I bob and weave and dodge and duck and dive
I crave peace, it's peace I seek
Under the eaves I plot a peaceful life
I feel monochrome or black and white
You're my colour, wash over me tonight
And I hope you don't see my face reddening
As I pick among the dry bones of my past
I needed you, it's you I sought
All my old issues seem so overwrought
I feel monochrome or black and white
You're my colour, wash over me tonight
Don't ever tell me, don't ever tell me, don't ever tell me I'm wasting my time
I feel monochrome or black and white
You're my colour, wash over me tonight
They said, hey Rattlebone, you got that troublesome blood
I feel monochrome or black and white
You're my colour, wash over me tonight
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Man with the Ruined Knee
04:28
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I get a loose tongue in good company
Said the man with the ruined knee
Drinking more as I age
Never wiser, never more sage
But when I go out by the coast, I hear ghosts in the sea
When I go out by the coast, I hear ghosts within me
And what am I to make of this man with the ruined knee?
What am I to make of the man sitting next to me?
He said, I left my wife on the church steps
Fled the country to Marrakesh
I lost the use of my knee
When her family caught up with me
But when I go limping in the woods, I hear laughter in the trees
When I go limping in the woods, I hear them laughing at me
What am I to make of this man with the ruined knee?
What am I to make of the man sitting next to me?
He said you don't know the road 'til you're on it
He said you don't know the road...
The road
He said I was on a 'most wanted' list
The FBI took a shot but missed
There's a trick I learned after all these years
It's always better to disappear
But when I go out by the river I hear whispers in the water
When I go out by the river, I hear whispers
What am I to make of this man with the ruined knee?
What am I to make of the man sitting next to me?
What am I to make of anyone?
What am I to make of the setting sun?
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Don't get any weirder, world of mine
I can't even remember a stranger time
And all the old certainties fell in the sea
And on reality, we can't agree
The devil's in the details
He's hanging on your coat-tails
Hoping your train derails
But I am always on by your side
As we barrel headlong into the night
Don't get any smaller, land of mine
We're building walls and drawing lines
Are all the good people now just anomalies?
When the truth looks the same as conspiracy
The devil's in the details
He's hanging on your coat-tails
Hoping your train derails
But I am always on by your side
As we barrel headlong into the night
And I'm searching out, searching out
I'm scanning the sky for a light
I'm reaching out, reaching out
As we barrel headlong into the night
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What you got going on, Lewis?
Heard you got caught with your hand in the jar
How you spending your time now, Lewis?
Rolling fags and stealing cars
Okay
What you got going on, Lewis?
What you got going on underground?
I hear you got some suspect fluids
Stinking up your townhouse
Oh yeah
Well I got nothing to say that can't be unsaid
But you know baby, you make your own bed
What you got going on, Wendy?
Heard you had a fight in a pub
How you spending your time now Wendy
Passed out in the hot tub
All right
What you doing there now, Wendy?
Why you dragging yourself on the ground?
What you doing in that couple's garden
Breaking in their townhouse?
Oh no
Well I got nothing to say that can't be unsaid
But you know baby, you make your own bed
Uh-huh
And I don't mean to cast the first stone but you're looking kind of crazy
I don't mean to cast the first stone but you must be out of your head
I don't mean to cast the first stone but these moves are kind of crazy
I don't mean to cast the first stone but you make your own bed
What've I got going on, Lewis?
I wish that I could tell
Why you giving me the evil eye, Wendy?
You say you'll see me in hell... well
'Cos I got nothing to say that can't be unsaid
But you know baby, you make your own bed
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Ronnie's got the jitters and he
He said he saw her
Well he's been quite the mess now since she told him where to go
Ronnie's fallen over he's got
Quite the obsession yeah
He calls her Headshrinker and he's the Blue Man again
No-one wants the Blue Man
No-one wants the Blue Man when he's in this kind of mood
When the Blue Man met the Headshrinker
Well all hell
Well all hell broke loose
Yeah
Well the Headshrinker's got a real name - they call her Jamie and
Jamie can't take Ronnie when he's drinking all the time
Ronnie's got a mouth on him
But Jamie gives it back and then some
And I sit in the corner wondering where to draw the line
'Cos no-one beats the Headshrinker
No-one beats the Headshrinker when she's in this kind of mood
But when the Blue Man met the Headshrinker
Well all hell
Well all hell broke loose
Yeah
Oh yeah
Na na na na
You got to get away from each other - or get a pair of rings
And I say run don't walk Ronnie run don't walk Ronnie run don't walk Ronnie
Run don't walk Jamie run don't walk Jamie run don't walk Jamie yeah
'Cos no-one wants the Blue Man, no-one wants the Blue Man
No-one wants the Blue Man when he's in this kind of mood
And no-one beats the Headshrinker, no-one beats the Headshrinker
No-one beats the Headshrinker when she's in this kind of mood
When the Blue Man met the Headshrinker
Well all hell
Well all hell broke loose
Yeah
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Impossible to Pick Up
04:50
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Some things are impossible to pick up
They shapeshift and slip out of reach
Some things you let go and something else steps in the breach
Some names you call in the middle of the night
Some you invoke in a crisis
Some you invoke when there’s never been another moment like it
Give me something I can see
Give something I can feel and believe
Give me something I can hold in my hands
Give me something I can still understand
Some things feel impossible to give up
But you quit them after one last blast
Some things you let go ‘cos they tie you too much to the past
I can’t take more shadows or illusions
I’ve lost my appetite for games
I can’t swallow dogma, buy into your feathers or your flames
Some things are impossible to give up
Some things are impossible to drop
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Survivor By Habit
03:53
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Betty likes to inhale her mixture
She looks for omens and signs
She has her epiphanies, baby she’s got nothing but time
I just want to feel better
I want to bend and not break
She says life will throw at you every last thing you can take
She says
You fell in the swamp, it’s swallowing you up
Bit by bit, you need wings to stay above it
But you’re a survivor by habit
She sits so quiet by the gasworks
But she can’t look you straight in the eye
Always listening to her ever-present spirit guide
Well I can’t bring myself to believe
In visions and afterlives
When I just see money and angles and a tissue of lies
She smiles and says
You fell in the swamp, it’s swallowing you up
Bit by bit, you need wings to stay above it
But you’re a survivor by habit
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Rolling around, rolling around
The key broke off clean in the lock
You’ve been stumbling around the cold wasteground
It’s where you come when the wheels fall off
And I’m on the outside but you’re on the outer rim
You’re looking at me as I look at you looking in
Rolling around, falling down
Stairs that join stairs that join stairs
You’ve been stumbling around, tumbling around
Trapped in a Penrose nightmare
And I’m out of the loop but you’re endlessly looping
I’m looking at you as you look at me looking in
Maybe behind this door is something you haven’t already got
But your key broke off clean in the lock
Maybe behind this door is something you haven’t already got
But your key broke off clean in the lock
The size of this, the shape of this
Head swimming, high in the night
Details swapped out for silhouettes
Your victories feel so slight
Well I’m on the outside but you’re on the outer rim
And you’re looking at me as I look at you looking in
Maybe behind this door is something you haven’t already got
But your key broke off clean in the lock
Maybe behind this door is something you haven’t already got
But your key broke off clean in the lock
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You went looking for luck and fate
Conveyed you to a place where you changed your name
And anyone with any answers seems insane
But you feel better and no-one feels fake
There's a man who for better or worse
Is talking about the heat death of the universe
In the blink of an eye he says, we'll be long gone
But the wheel keeps turning and the river runs on
Oh hey oh how
You're running with the outliers now
Free yourself from the idea
Says the woman so frail
That you were born to succeed or born to fail
You are neither the hammer nor are you the nail
And the cosmos is a snake that will eat its own tail
Oh hey oh how
You're running with the outliers now
She says you've never been here but you've been here forever
Oh hey oh how
You're running with the outliers now
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Pumas and Neon Signs
04:39
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Been dreaming of a puma sitting on my chest
Staring right into my eyes, cutting off my breath
And I just don't know, which way it's going to go
Will it let me live?
Will it run away?
Will it savage my body?
I just can't say
Sometimes I'm the one sitting there
Sometimes the one who's pinned
Some days I'm gasping for air
Some days I'm in the wind
And I just don't know, which way it's going to go
If I lose myself, will you pull me back?
If you lose yourself, I'll grab you with both hands
Been dreaming of a neon sign
Lighting up the sky
Falling slowly onto my head
Burning in my eyes
And I can't discern any of the words
Can the words be read?
Is there a message written?
Is something being said?
Will it always stay hidden?
If I lose myself, will you pull me back?
If you lose yourself, I'll grab you with both hands
Pumas and neon signs
Blowing through my mind
If I lose myself, will you pull me back?
If you lose yourself, I'll grab you with both hands
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King Point Marina
04:06
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Well the killjoy bulletin
Is coming at you from all sides
The killjoy bulletin now
Is coming at you from all sides
Can’t escape the killjoy bulletin yeah
Coming at you via every single device
And all you want to do is get away...
Well I try to find a black spot
To escape the signal and go
Yeah I try to find a black spot
To escape the signal and go
But sure enough here comes the killjoy bulletin
Over my radio
I swear there’s no getting away now
But you got the love, oh yeah
Mmm-hmm, you got the love for disaster yeah yeah
You know what I'm saying
You've got the love now baby, for disaster yeah yeah
You know it
And I want to slow, slow down, but the world
Keeps on getting faster yeah yeah
Well they say no news is good news
And good news is in short supply
They say no news is good news now
And good news is in short supply
I feel like I should put on the killjoy bulletin
But I can’t think of a single good reason why
Maybe it’s the conditioning... maybe ignorance really is bliss
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Every day I take myself to task
Pull my head out of the past
Roll the dice, roll them fast
I've got questions still to ask
There's a path I can discern
Past the bridges I've burned
I carry their ashes in an urn
People say I never learn
Then you realise
The future's arrived and the natives are speaking in code
Then you read the news
The future's arrived and now's not the time to lay low
Every day I take myself from home
Drag myself into the zone
Choose the colours, choose the tone
Choose what ideas to disown
There's a saviour round the corner
So they say, so they warn you
You can run towards that sound
I'll find my own way around
Then you realise
The future's arrived and the natives are speaking in code
Then you read the news
The future's arrived and now's not the time to lay low
So don't undersell yourself
You've been waiting to be free
Don't undersell yourself
You've been waiting, you've been waiting
And now's not the time to lay low
Then you realise
The future's arrived and the natives are speaking in code
Then you read the news
The future's arrived and now's not the time to lay low
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Fortune smile at me
I could be good if I could run free and
Favoured winds, blow my way
Cigarette ends in an old ashtray
And make it please, this gambler's last day
Lady luck, fickle but fair
Strip away all these debts we wear
Wash us clean with one freak wave
Clutching tight what we need to keep safe
And make it please, this gambler's last day
Ghosts of the future and past, make me a better man built to last
Ghosts of the future and past, make me a better man, make me a better man
Fate please come to my aid
Don't judge me by mistakes I've made
You bet your house, you bet your bread
I don't want to end up dead
So make it please, this gambler's last day
I had a friend who put it all on black
Found him at the bottom of a river in a sack
I was at his house just that day
Cigarette ends in an old ashtray
So make it please, this gambler's last day
Ghosts of the future and past, make me a better man built to last
Ghosts of the future and past, make me a better man, make me a better man
Fortune please, come smile at me
Fortune please
Don't go away, like you did to the gambler that day
Ghosts of the future and past, make me a better man built to last
Ghosts of the future and past, make me a better man, make me a better man
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Gozer Goodspeed Plymouth, UK
Gozer Goodspeed is a Plymouth-born indie blues-folk-rock singer/songwriter. Likes: caffeine, hats, and guitar strings that don't break easily. "Gozer Goodspeed is a major talent" - MicroMusicReviews.com
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