1. |
The Greatest Change
04:50
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Sat and wrote a list of all the things that I’ve done wrong
And ticked them one by one
I won’t pick up the telephone, I won’t answer the door
Or letters from the floor
The greatest change is made alone
My pen cuts words on paper that can’t help but feel too thin
Just like my skin
It’s no call for sympathy, the devil might be here
But he’s my kin
The greatest change is made alone
Left my house, left my work, left my friends
Sat at night with glass in hand, consequence be damned
Damned
The greatest change is made alone
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2. |
Sleeping Dogs
03:15
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You charge the voters by the hour
With a look so sweet and a taste so sour
So bring your blades, chop heads of state
Or loop the rope and kick away the crate
Can I get a witness, or will we let the sleeping dogs lie in?
The best of our intents will kill us all
The price of fear will cost us dear
So you’d best turn off all those televisions
The words between the lines are clear
If you ditch the cross and the superstition
Can I get a witness, or will we let the sleeping dogs lie in?
The best of our intentions blind our eyes and burn our skin
I’ll believe in something it doesn’t take a leap of faith to see
The things we do while we’re alive are all that matter to me
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3. |
It Started As A Joke
02:49
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Some folk they thing the bastards will come in fancy dress
A re-run of the monsters, a nod to the grotesque
They enter with the flowers to hide the clenched tight fist
Just say what we’re all thinking, but it’s a thought I must have missed
It started as a joke, but no-one’s laughing now
It started as a joke, but no-one’s laughing now
The lies our leaders spoke have burned our bridges down
It’s hard to see the forest when you’ve burned down all the trees
And call that wasteland civilisation, or freedom if you please
It’s hard to raise your voices when you’re living on your knees
And call that wasteland civilisation, or freedom if you please
It started as a joke, but no-one’s laughing now
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4. |
Blood On The Wind
03:50
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Hail to the thief and a witch on trial
The wood burns fast on a righteous fire
Coffins and coffers are theirs to fill
And the truth will rot on a traitor’s hill
There’s blood in the water, oh my god
There’s blood on the wind
That was my truth now you tell me yours
It’s the loudest voices that matter most
So stock up your cellars and bar your doors
Now that war is peace and that peace is war
There’s blood in the water, oh my god
There’s blood on the wind
The faithful pray to heaven and the faithless gasp for air
Cemeteries are all we need to lay our liars bare
There’s blood in the water, oh my god
There’s blood on the wind
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5. |
Sea Legs
02:13
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I heard the weather warning
On the radio this morning
Telling me the wind is going to change
If we stumble overboard we’ll surely drown
So I’m begging sea legs, please don’t fail me now
Now the swell it leaves us sprawling
And the sirens they come calling
Out to us with songs of martyred fame
But if we stumble overboard we’ll surely drown
Will the passing bells ring out in our hometown?
Will our friends and families gather round a hole in the ground?
God I’m begging sea legs, please don’t fail me now
At the mercy of the fates
In that dress your father hates
We will face down walls of waves
But if we stumble overboard we’ll surely drown
So I’m begging sea legs, please don’t fail me now
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6. |
Hearts And Minds
03:41
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It’s a special kind of medicine that we dispense today
That takes away the suffering by filling up the graves
Don’t you read the papers, or sit round your tv?
An iron will is all there is to mark you out from me
And it’s getting hard to find
Where you’ve hidden your hearts and minds
I don’t know how to make myself any clearer
So will you…
Put your money where your mouth is, your best foot forward
You know we’ll be winning the hearts and minds
Remember what your father said
“Oh my son, we’re only cruel to be kind”
With your finger on the trigger and arms wide open
You know we’ll be winning the hearts and minds
We’re going to leave the cities aflame with freedom
Even if everyone dies
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7. |
Judas
02:34
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I was so certain when I was younger
But I’m pretty sure I was quite the hardest work
Now my head hurts and both my shoulders
Are worn with the weight of the world and what it’s worth
Are these thirty pieces of silver
All that it took to drown out that youthful shout?
If I’ve sold us down the river
I’m the only one who can start to bail us out
I might be grey in the mirror but the portrait looks like me...
Blackened lightning splits my sight
Just the cost of war with a sleepless night
And I just don’t know if I’m getting this right
But I try, I try
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8. |
Headstrong
03:35
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Here come the waterworks again
I never was quite sure how to deal with them
There is no room in here for weakness
Nor the space to gasp for air
So hold on
Dry your eyes son now, you’re a man
Keep that mouth shut tight like I know you can
I’d rather shake your hand than ask you why your hands are shaking
So they say
Chin up, chin up
The stiffest lips will sink our ships now
Chin up, chin up
Be headstrong or be dead wrong
Dead wrong
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9. |
Cemetery Sea
02:40
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My last will and my testament
Will be found in spray and in salted scent
This wood might float but it won’t hold fast
So I raise a smile as I breathe my last
I’ll join the tide and I’ll fill the swell
With a headstone carved out of sand and shells
There are no hymns down here, only songs sung soft
To the rolling mass with the ships to toss
Lay me down to sleep and bury me
In an open grave in a cemetery sea
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10. |
Atlas
04:40
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I’ll wait for someone I know
To tell me straight where I ought to go
It’s the road less travelled, it’s a tale unravelled
Wrapped again in what we call a lie
If you can’t be heard in the written word
You have to wonder why
If I can’t fake it and you can’t take it all on you
Then Atlas was a myth, or a man, but no hero
Can’t wait forever I know
It’s getting late and I need something to show
For my endeavours, my success and failures
Balanced out by creeping march of time
I’ll fall on my sword just to be ignored
And lay it on the line
If I can’t fake it and you can’t take it all on you
Then Atlas was a myth, or a man, but no hero
And I’m not saying I could do better
But I can do better than you
You could say that I’m being clever
But I’m being clever for you
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Paper Rifles Edinburgh, UK
Acoustic/indie/punk/rock/singing/hectoring from Edinburgh. Anti-Manifesto and MTAT Records. Get to the chorus.
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