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Saturday Bride
04:50
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Saturday Bride
We live by the lake wrapped up in cellophane
A delicate fake or romantic ideal
Look at the town shining across the lake
We battle for love just to see how it feels
I threw a stone on my own heart
I threw a stone onto my own heart
We live on the lake, remnants of memory
It’s not easy to break such a heartless divide
And those in the town love us as enemies
Keeping us close as a Saturday bride
I threw a stone on my own heart
I threw a stone onto my own heart
I threw a stone on my own heart
I threw a stone onto my own heart
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Heartbrother and the Dream of the Century
We get along, make no mistake
Every word’s a wave, a good idea about to break
I had a dream, the dream of the century
Heart brother come, come and rescue me
I felt the wind on my psychedelic skin
No one can tell where the tattooed marks begin
The sun is like a staring eye
Just strong enough to see the love of the evil passing by
In the dream-world of the picaresque
Slump a thousand Blakes across the desk
My mind is playing dirty tricks on me
It won’t let me live, won’t set me free
I felt the wind on my psychedelic skin
No one can tell where the tattooed marks begin
The sun is like a staring eye
Just strong enough to see the love of the evil passing by
Just strong enough to see the love of the evil passing by
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Domestic Love
03:44
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Domestic Love
Now charity’s good if religion is OK
But if I could replace the son I would do it today
Now everything’s good, everything’s fine
Outsiders band together
Old men in a line who forgot about time
I know I can trust the man in the street
What sort of domestic love do I need to compete?
Now everything’s good, everything’s fine
Outsiders band together
Old men in a line who forgot about time
Courage was a value
Like it is today
I don’t want to hurt you, you got in the way
Hiding under the covers exploding space and time
Look what’s coming over
We’re still in the line
We’re still in a line
We’re still in a line
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Dirty Realism
01:25
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5. |
Goodnight, Satellite
04:24
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Goodnight, Satellite
Here is the armchair I ride to war
Here’s my loudhailer hear me roar
Supporting the contestants from afar
More of a satellite than a star
Crushing opposition in my tiny fist
Enemy names slipping on the list
I wished myself goodnight I went to sleep I didn’t dream
I wished myself goodnight I closed my eyes and watched the screen
Remote control fixed in hand
Opinions held up now to beat the band
Crushing opposition in my tiny fist
Enemy names slipping on the list
I wished myself goodnight I went to sleep I didn’t dream
I wished myself goodnight I closed my eyes and watched the screen
And State TV will play the blues
Not at star or a satellite
Not at star not even a satellite
I wished myself goodnight I went to sleep I didn’t dream
I wished myself goodnight I closed my eyes and watched the screen
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Parlour Girls
03:52
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Parlour Girls
I live and breathe I hear strange birds any excuse will do
It’s better to exaggerate than find something to do
Strong drink helps and parlour girls with nowhere else to go
And if you ask me how I am
I’m a little more yes than no
I’m a little bit hot I’m a little bit cold
I’m a little bit lost I’m a little bit old
I’m a little bit touched I’m a little bit go
I’m a little more yes than no
There might be some days
Everything is hate, that’s true for every one
There are other days
Make yourself a saint and carry on
I’m a little bit hot I’m a little bit cold
I’m a little bit lost I’m a little bit old
I’m a little bit touched I’m a little bit go
I’m a little more yes than no
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Where Were You Last Night
Atmosphere’s building up to a scream of heat and activity
Some men are falling in the sand
Temperature’s rising in a heat haze of dead electricity
Some men are falling where they stand
Forces clashed to make us the lazy lovers we are
I know it won’t be long before we’re drinking at the bar
Flamboyant witches encourage victory
But I know you don’t wanna love with me
Clap your hands
Change your plans
Children come with me to the limits of dead-end celebrity
Some girls are falling where they stand
We can be happy with death far away as the eye can see
Some girls are falling in the sand
Forces clashed to make us the lazy creatures we are
I know it won’t be long before we’re singing at the bar
You had me in stiches, instinctive and so free
But I know you don’t wanna live with me
Clap your hands
Change your plans
Woman and man
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Perfect Recogniser
03:57
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Perfect Recogniser
I am the perfect recogniser
Something snapped inside
I’m not the right one to advise her
How to survive
And now I’m well past recognition
Samaritan and strange
Volunteering for a mission
Nothing can change
Please, please, please be good to me
Please, please, please be good to me
We won’t need a breathalyser
I’m all right you see
I’ll just wait here for the sirens
To come and rescue me
Please, please, please be good to me
Please, please, please be good to me
And if Waiting is my shield and Delay is my sword
I heard a weird kind of voice I’d never used before
Please, please, please be good to me
Please, please, please be good to me
Please, please, please be good to me
Please, please, please be good to me
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Gilded
02:09
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Checking Out The Men
03:09
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Checking Out the Men
The helicopter hovers over my low morale
The world starts and ends with a kiss
I walked out guilty but independent
I’m collapsing in a street of cars
The girl in the corridor overwhelmed me
Light and warm, a spring day in Rome
Checking out the men as they walk by
Checking out the men as they walk by
Checking out the men as they walk by
Checking out the men as they walk by
I forgot to live but now I know
What it is to cross the fields
Still be a long, long way from home
Tired of walking in high heels still
Checking out the Men as they walk by
Checking out the Men as they walk by
Checking out the Men as they walk by
Checking out the Men as they walk by
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Premonition Of An Arrest
03:02
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Premonition Of An Arrest
A man has to do things to survive
Bombs dream away
In darkness then the others die
Tomorrow succeeds today
Planets fly around me
Like sparks around a flame
If I’m not here I’m somewhere else
Everywhere’s the same
We all dream our own lives
In fact no life is true
Unless we live it in the way
God has planned for you
In my hour the wilderness comes to welcome me
Looking up to heaven as a submarine sees the surface of the sea
A deep and strange conviction
Of rightness and revenge
Celestial women wait for me
To wage the war of men
A man has to do things to survive
Bombs dream away
In darkness then the others die
Tomorrow succeeds today
In my hour the wilderness comes to rescue me
In my hour the wilderness comes to set me free
In my hour there’s nothing left, nothing left for me
Looking up to heaven as a submarine sees the surface of the sea
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The Gilded Sound
03:14
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The Gilded Sound
Why can’t I fly with the wind in the trees?
Why can’t I try to be better pleased?
I’m not afraid to go underground
Now I can hear the Gilded Sound
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Holding Pattern
03:19
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Holding Pattern
When the plane goes down I’ll be playing
Fastening my seatbelt and racking my brains
For a way to play the J and the Z on m magnetic tray
Only just got rid of the Q
My little orphan I suspended in the sea
Without the promise of return to adjectives and verbs
It takes a lot of nerve to use up all my letters
Only just got rid of the Q
I have no consonants just vowels
The As and Os a silent groan
As the board drops into turbulence
I will you to play that final killer word
I will you to play
Only just got rid of the Q
When the plane goes down I’ll be playing
Fastening my seatbelt and racking my brains
When the plane goes down I’ll be playing
Fastening my seatbelt and racking my brains
Only just got rid of the Q
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Jack Adaptor England, UK
JACK ADAPTOR
"intelligent pop music with suss which maintains that there is still something of worth to be done
with that form of expression. why is no-one else doing this?" Louder Than War
Jack Adaptor are Paul Frederick (formerly of The Family Cat) & producer Christopher Cordoba. 2018 sees the release of their finest album yet. The Spoiler Versions, a meditation on modernity and mortality.
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