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All The Sad Clowns
06:27
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From my seat inside the big top
I watched events unfold
I watched the doors come off
Powerless the ringmaster
relinquished all control
I watched him pay the toll, watched him sell his soul
All the sad clowns are looking for their happiness
All the sad clowns are looking for revenge
Custard stains on backs that are up against the wall
Cue their downfall
They're still clowns after all
The buckets of water are just foil
we won't fall for the buttonholes
The same old jokes play out, day in day out day in day out
Orderly disorder a controlled breakdown
Revolving revolution a comic merry-go-round
It's rude to point and stare
At the lady in the spotlight's glare
Everyone has a beard
And no-one has a beard
This freak show a go-go but we never really know
If it's really us on show
exactly as we feared
watch out for the ladders, they'll be halfway sawn through
cue the pratfall.
Sound the Fool's Parade Fanfare, call the red nosed fire crew
Soak the audience, gallery and stalls
The Whiteface is watching, he doesn't look impressed
He's a tyrant dressed as a jester
His gaze is like a super trouper
The shadows cast their shade
Good will fails and festers as evil plies its trade
And we are doomed to repeat
The same old dumb mistakes
Paint the smiles back on
And we think we're making choices but we're only given 2
with, against/either or get to the exits
Show us the door
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Still, Life
06:20
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Its the last chance, its the last call
Its the last foot of the last fall
Its the last dawn on the last day
If you can get a place take it any way
Before the Devil knows you're dead
Take the chance to win
Before the Devil knows you're dead
Change everything
Yeah
Its the last seat on the last ride
Its the first snake but the last slide
Its the last tear of the last eye
Its the last wave of the last goodbye
Its the last breath of a tired heart
Its the last look when it all falls apart
Its the last word on the last page
Its the last light of the new dark age
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Walking Wounded
04:42
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Jonny Granville Belfast, UK
Singer/Songwriter is usually low rent, soulful, wet eyed acoustic poet nonsense.
I add a wall of
electronics, drums and overdriven guitars. I like noise, wordplay, melody and anthemic choruses.
I play everything you hear, no computers are used till I covert to mp3s.
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