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1. |
Trickledown
03:47
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Been told I should wait my turn,
To grow up before I learn,
But that’s bull.
Always pushed to the back of the line,
Telling me what’s theirs not mine,
And I’m done.
Trickledown slowly, down slowly.
I’m not impressed with what you do.
Down slowly, down slowly.
Not impressed with what you do.
Down slowly, down slowly.
I lost my faith in you.
Ooooohhhhh,
You trickle down slow.
Kept under control too long,
But keep checking on right and wrong,
It’s our turn.
We’re the ones they left out of the plans,
But low places don’t make the man,
So stand.
But trickledown slowly, down slowly.
I’m not impressed with what you do.
Down slowly, down slowly.
Not impressed with what you do.
Down slowly, down slowly.
I lost my faith in you.
Ooooohhhhh,
You trickle down slow.
We wont take, none of this around,
We wont take, none of this around,
We wont take, none of this around,
Around Here.
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2. |
Bar Stool Preacher
02:58
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3. |
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They all say I’ve been looking lost,
Like a shepherd without a flock,
And I should go out,
And get a job.
GET A JOB
I’ve been told to prioritise,
To stop playing guitar all night,
I need to grow up,
And get a job.
GET A JOB
Now I’m stuck inside an office block on a plastic chair.
Selling my life and lies to a man in a suit who just don’t care.
I drag myself out of my bed,
To keep the fat cats better fed,
And I still got no idea,
As to what I want.
WHAT DO YOU WANT
Is it really worth my time,
To cover tattoos that I got with pride,
So I can stay here,
And keep this job.
DON’T WANT YOUR JOB
Now I’m stuck inside an office block on a plastic chair,
Strangers all around me and it’s starting to dawn that I just don’t care.
Coz I want, want, want, want, never got you nothing.
You wanna gig, wanna dog, wanna job, you gotta stand for something.
But I’d settle for, settling the score,
Between the average man and those that have more.
I’d settle for, settling the score for the average man.
WE GOT IT WRONG, WE GOT IT OH SO WRONG
I’ve been told I’m still looking lost,
I found, moved and sold my stock,
And now it’s clear to me,
That I don’t need your job.
DON’T NEED YOUR JOB
There’s more important things in life,
Than did you get to work on time,
You need to find yourself,
It’s you, you need to find.
YOU TO FIND
So don’t sit inside, your office block on your plastic chair.
Life is yours to take, if you just start to care.
WE GOT IT WRONG, WE GOT IT OH SO WRONG
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4. |
Clock Out, Tools Down
03:22
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He’s not a number,
He is a man.
At the grindstone working all week,
Doing what he can.
And I know that times are hard,
Sometimes the outlook’s bleak.
But battle on through.
To the end of the week.
Clock out tools down let’s hit the town,
Clock out tools down let’s hit the town,
Been through his whole life,
Living this way.
Never knowing what’s coming next,
Just waiting on Friday.
But now it’s up to him,
To finally make the change,
He needs to wake up,
Stop dreaming of payday.
Clock out, tools down, let’s hit the town,
Clock out, tools down, let’s hit the town,
Clock out, tools down, let’s hit the town,
Clock out, tools down, let’s hit the town,
And it’s not that his life is wearing a little thin,
He’s just waiting, for the weekend,
Where his life,
Means something to him.
Tell me,
Who looks out for the working man?
When your children are being taught to earn as much as they possibly can.
And when you’re locked in a cage it’s hard to deviate,
From their plan,
And I don’t know about you, but I’ve had,
As much as I can stand.
And it’s not that his life is wearing a little thin,
He’s just waiting, for the weekend,
Where his life,
Means something to him.
It’s not that his weeks,
Don’t have their perks,
Fry ups and mugs of tea,
Help him drag himself to work.
But he’s one of millions,
That never asked for this.
So the question that, is on his mind,
‘Is this all that this life is?’
Clock out, tools down, let’s hit the town,
Clock out, tools down, let’s hit the town,
Clock out, tools down, let’s hit the town,
Clock out, tools down, let’s hit the town
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5. |
Own Worst Enemy
02:42
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6. |
Start New
04:12
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OH NO!
What have you done?
Everybody’s talking.
Not to your face,
Behind your back,
It’s time to start walking.
SO GO!
Go find your place,
Coz someone will accept you,
It’s a bit of a cliché,
But you gotta start being true to you.
I KNOW!
I know, that it’s not always easy,
To up and leave your comfort zone,
It’s time to breathe freely.
IT’S TIME TO CHANGE!
It’s time to change,
And flush out all the poison,
The best thing you can do.
Is to give yourself a chance and start new.
HEY! HEY! HEY!
Start New.
HEY! HEY! HEY!
Start New.
HEY! HEY! HEY!
Start New,
START NEW!
Coz it’s time to be you.
YOU’LL FIND YOURSELF,
A much better person,
These so called friends of yours,
They’ll drown you coz they’re hurting.
THE THINGS YOU WANT,
Are finally in reach,
So smile at people in the street,
Be the best fucking person you can be.
IT’S NOT THAT,
When things are broke you throw them,
Fixing things is worth it, when all the parts are worthy,
When looking at two faces, and neither of them are true.
The best thing you can do,
Is to give yourself a chance and start new
HEY! HEY! HEY!
Start New.
HEY! HEY! HEY!
Start New.
HEY! HEY! HEY!
Start New,
START NEW!
Coz it’s time to be you.
It doesn’t have to be so damn hard,
We don’t have to be so fucking different.
It doesn’t have to be so damn hard,
We don’t have to be so…
OH NO!
What have you done?
Everybody’s talking.
Not to your face,
It’s time to start walking.
SO GO!
Go find your place,
Coz someone will accept you,
Ha! Cliché,
You gotta start being true to you.
I KNOW!
I know, that it’s not always easy,
To up and leave your comfort zone,
And breathe freely.
IT’S TIME TO CHANGE!
It’s time to change,
And flush out all the poison,
The best thing you can do.
Is to give yourself a chance and start new.
Start New,
Start New,
Start New,
It doesn’t have to be so damn hard,
We don’t have to be so fucking different.
It doesn’t have to be so damn hard,
We don’t have to be so fucking different.
Start, start, start new.
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7. |
Good News
04:56
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6am roll out of bed,
I stick my coffee in a cup,
I switch on, my TV,
And wonder why I bothered getting up.
Spreading fear and paranoia,
And like parasites they feed.
Breeding hate and animosity,
Between people of all creeds.
It’s not naivety, or innocence,
My head’s not in the sand.
But the media, has gone way too far,
And lost touch with the common man.
Spinning story after story,
Making everything unclear.
There’s taxes, cuts and murders,
And it’s all worse than last year…
It’s a platform, for the rich elite,
To get their propaganda heard.
They’re known, as the voice of the people,
and to me that’s fucking absurd.
Politicians argue semantics,
In their plush leather backed seats,
Oblivious to, the pain and the anger,
And the violence on the streets.
So why can’t you see?
They spoon feed you these lies,
To keep us all marching in line,
And there will come a time,
For you to open up your eyes.
They spoon feed you these lies,
To keep us all marching in line,
And there will come a time,
For you to make up your own mind.
1234, 12, 12
Whatever happened to good news?
We’re forced to obey,
We’re never taught to choose.
Whatever happened to good news?
When you think for yourself,
They’re the only ones that lose.
Surely there should be a balance,
Good and bad combined.
Tell people what’s really going on,
And let them make up their own minds,
The world is not as dark,
As they want us to believe,
Being scared keeps you where you are,
But information will set you free.
They spoon feed us these lies,
To keep us all marching in line,
And there will come a time,
For you to open up your eyes.
They spoon feed us these lies,
To keep us all marching in line,
And there will come a time,
For you to make up your own mind.
Whatever happened to good news?
We’re forced to obey,
We’re never taught to choose.
Whatever happened to good news?
When you think for yourself,
They’re the only ones that lose.
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8. |
Keeping Busy
03:00
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I’ve been keeping busy,
Trying to get my head straight.
My playground’s this sleeping city,
But there’s enemies at the gate.
And I’ve been trying,
I’ve been trying,
I’ve been trying,
I’ve been trying so hard.
Too hard, some might say.
But I’ll find a way to make it through this,
Pick myself up and dust myself off again,
Somehow, someway.
So keep on moving,
Don’t be the reason you slow down.
Only when a man is on his knees,
Can you tell, what he’s really all about.
And I’ve been sleeping shitty,
My head it wont wait.
Running a mile a minute.
Further from the bed I’ve made.
But I’ve been trying,
I’ve been trying,
I’ve been trying,
I’ve been trying so hard.
Too hard, some might say.
But I’ll find a way to make it through this,
Pick myself up and dust myself off again,
Somehow, someway.
Forgive and forget,
That’s what my old mum used to say.
Don’t carry your problems around boy,
Coz they’ll weigh you down each step along the way.
Now I’m good and ready.
To lift my head again.
These words in my mouth are heavy,
But I need you my friend.
Coz I’ve been trying,
I’ve been trying,
I’ve been trying,
I’ve been trying so hard.
Too hard, some might say.
But I’ll find a way to make it through this,
Pick myself up and dust myself off again,
Somehow, someway.
So keep on moving.
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9. |
Battleworn
03:18
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I’ve been wasting too much time,
Smoking cigarettes and drinking beer,
The static in my head,
Means nothing’s coming through that clear.
I’ve never felt more useless than I do right now,
And I’ve gotta struggle through this but I don’t know how.
To pick myself up from these kitchen tiles,
Coz I’ve been feeling like something’s gotta give, for quite a while.
Yeah, something’s gotta give now.
But it’s all in the delivery,
Don’t act like you’re surprised,
LIKE YOU’RE SURPRISED!
Put me out of my misery,
Stick one right between the eyes.
Any port is safer than a sea in a storm,
But my sails are down and I’m battleworn.
So this time let the winds rage on,
Coz if I go down now, it’s on my terms.
But it’s all in the delivery,
Don’t act like you’re surprised,
LIKE YOU’RE SURPRISED!
Put me out of my misery,
Stick one right between the eyes.
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10. |
Friend Or Foe
03:48
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Friend or foe,
Which way did it go?
You turned your back,
Your choice was made,
To stand alone.
And you did what you had to do,
Didn’t care if it was win or lose,
You took it on your own.
Oooh, ooh, ooh.
Just another guy,
From a boring normal town.
One that had some problems,
Keeping his feet flat on the ground.
He always felt a bit different,
Like he didn’t belong,
He went out into the world,
To try and prove himself wrong.
So, Friend or foe,
Which way did it go?
You turned your back,
Your choice was made,
To stand alone.
And you did what you had to do,
Didn’t care if it was win or lose,
You took it on your own.
And we still miss you from all the boys at home,
Yeah we still miss you from al the boys at home.
I can’t say I’dve done it,
Any other way,
But something changed around here,
Ever since that day.
It had to happen,
We all saw you try.
I wish I could’ve been there,
One true friend, by your side.
So, Friend or foe,
Which way did it go?
You turned your back,
Your choice was made,
To stand alone.
And you did what you had to do,
Didn’t care if it was win or lose,
You took it on your own.
Is it harder for a man,
With a heavy heart,
To hold his head up high,
And stay true to his path?
And when you finally got to meet old father time,
Did you do it with a smile?
And that look you got,
In your eye.
And we still miss you from all the boys at home,
Yeah we still miss you from all the boys at home.
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11. |
Sleep No More
02:34
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Good morning,
Good morning,
Good morning my dear.
It’s nice to see you.
Didn’t realize,
Didn’t realize,
I was still dreaming.
Dreaming about you.
My head is spinning, my eyes are heavy,
I can’t sleep no more.
My head is spinning, my eyes are heavy,
I can’t sleep no more.
Was it always this way around?
Crashing hard off a harsh come down,
Raybans on and flat cap down,
As I make my way across town.
I can’t sing these love songs any more,
They burn a hole through my lungs onto the floor.
Masquerade it with drugs and alcohol,
This whiskey never tasted so good.
Wake Up!
Wake Up!
Wake Up!
You’re still fucking dreaming.
Wake Up!
Wake Up!
Wake Up!
You’re still fucking dreaming.
My head is spinning, my eyes are heavy,
I can’t sleep no more.
My head is spinning, my eyes are heavy,
I can’t sleep no more.
Wake Up!
Wake Up!
Wake Up!
You’re still fucking dreaming.
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12. |
One Fool Down
04:12
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13. |
Ballad (of the M1)
04:05
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Going away, just to be back soon.
Another 1000 miles means another written tune.
Take to another stage, to play another show.
Load in, load out. Is the only life we know.
But we have.
Strolled past red lights in Hamburg.
Piss drunk in the city of sin!
Partied hard with punks in Blackpool,
And Skins on the streets of Berlin!
We’ve seen giants in Il’son,
And the fog on the Tyne!
Wasted days with some slackers,
Blew our tiny minds.
Going away, just to be back soon.
Another 1000 miles means another written tune.
Take to another stage, to play another show.
Load in, load out. Is the only life we know.
And it’s from a service stop,
To another service stop,
We’re stuck in a rut,
Coz the M1’s fucked.
And it’s from a service stop,
To another service stop,
We’re shit out of luck,
Coz the M1’s fucked.
Hung out with a Gang in old Cambridge town,
The last ones around!
We found a Sanctuary in Norwich,
Where we could put our heads down!
Made the ferry by the skin of our teeth,
10 minutes to the crossing!
Half the band are still asleep,
The lucky bastards are napping,
At a service stop,
To another service stop,
We’re stuck in a rut,
Coz the M1’s fucked.
And it’s from a service stop,
To another service stop,
We’re shit out of luck,
Coz the M1’s fucked.
Still away, but we’ll be back soon.
Another broken string and a half written tune.
No room to breathe, no space to think.
But we’re nearly at the venue, calm down boys, we can all have a drink…
Bleary eyes and dim street lights,
Thanks god for the coffee!
Can’t keep up with the white lines,
Coz the van’s doing 90!
I can feel this journey’s at it’s end,
And my bed is calling!
48 hours and we’ll do it all again,
Coz we’re only just beginning…
At a service stop,
To another service stop,
We’re stuck in a rut,
Coz the M1’s fucked.
And it’s from a service stop,
To another service stop,
We’re shit out of luck,
Coz the M1’s fucked.
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The Bar Stool Preachers Brighton, UK
The Bar Stool Preachers' experiences have allowed them to create an album that is the perfect blend of intelligent punk anthems and poignant, unsentimental love songs, both combined with the most infectious music you’ll hear this decade. “Grazie Governo” (Italian for “Thank You Government”) exemplifies this, as the tongue-in-cheek title is the first indication that they're wise beyond their years. ... more
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