1. |
Hit the Ground
03:58
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I've been working myself up to this day for so long now
Not alone avoid all contact best chance to survive.
Evolution psychology, if I fall I'm no threat
The blood that’s in my legs won’t feed my head.
Accelerating heart beat,
Accelerating BP,
Then a rapid plunge in both, white like a ghost.
I'm just another stat,
Then I hit the ground.
It is not associative, it happened the first time
It is not that I'm resistive don’t want to fight or flight.
I can’t look even if it happens to someone else,
I imagine their arm is my arm
Metal piercing skin,
Goes back to cavemen,
I'm not looking forward to what's in the post.
I'm just another stat,
Then I hit the ground.
Then I hit the ground.
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2. |
Clueso
04:19
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I caught the train
even though i can drive,
predicted the rain,
and now there's sunshine.
Thirsty Thursday, went for a pint,
I was all alone,
but then you came for the ride.
and how we smiled,
at the scene of the crime,
no detective
A three legged cat can still run,
just has to learn how to do it different.
Like when there's rain there is still sun,
just have to look past the clouds to see it.
Harder to find in the autumn,
spring will return and bring a rainbow.
Like when a hangover is still fun,
you look out of your window....
...Can you see Mr Clouseau?
A three legged cat can still run,
just has to learn how to do it different.
Like when there's rain there's still sun,
just have to look past the clouds to see it.
Harder to find in the autumn,
spring will return and bring a rainbow.
Like when a hangover is fun,
you look out of your window....
...And you will see Mr Clouseau.
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3. |
The Rapture
02:36
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They’re gonna live to a ripe old age
while we all die from climate change.
Money that should have been spent on aid,
wasted on the president's motorcade.
We know they know that it's not fair
They know we know that they don’t care
They’re all living there in their glass houses......
THROWIN' THEIR STONES!!
SCREWIN' US ALL!!
Screwin' , screwin' , screwin' us all....
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4. |
Let it Go
05:51
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Why do the flowers grow
in such perfectly straight rows?
A building long ago
or just the way the wind blows?
Was it once a lake,
where witches went with spells to make?
All problems forsake,
let them sleep and hold a wake
Go down to the water,
armed with pen and paper.
Sticks and string and a few shells,
make a boat and cast a spell.
And let it go,
she's just letting go,
she must let 'em go.
Why is it hard to butter bread,
when you think with the right side of your head?
These tools were not meant,
for someone so crooked and bent.
Always the wrong way round,
back to front and upside down.
But now, i have found,
a way to move past that frown.
I went down to the water,
armed with pen and paper.
Sticks and stones will surely mend,
the broken bones on the boat I'll send.
And let it go,
I'm just letting go,
I must let 'em go.
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5. |
Panormo
06:59
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Green fields and blue skies,
There’s no clouds in my mind's eye.
Take a trip to where I remember,
Where I’m back by Meadow Road.
We can shout and let it all out.
By the meadow I was trusted.
Can-can over a big bonfire,
And love was everywhere.
By the Emmbrook I left a mark,
Rope and tree scorched a name.
It was our playground with running water,
Grazes and a comforting arm.
Race tracks made at my abode,
Call me back now and then,
And now I'm looking into endless sunshine,
Never to forget.
..We're all the Odd One's Out
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6. |
Smile Today
04:04
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I had to smile today,
Saturday morning,
I caught it all.
I had to lie today
"See you later man.."
But you won't play ball
I heard the phone,
You won't leave home,
Would you like to see YEAH!!
Smile at me.
Wanna smile again with the sounds of a new day,
What will it bring?
I could drop a pen but you're always late,
It's roundabouts and swings.
Couldn't beat tunes,
Iive in my room,
Would you like to see...YEAH!!
Smile at me.
Oh we were so young,
We had iron lungs,
Still can't believe...YEAH!!
I wanna be smiling.
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7. |
The Goodnight
03:29
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Put a big red cross put it on my door leper in my own home
can’t go out or hug my love kept at arms length
i’m so sorry bought it in our lives face the worst fear
i’m so sorry i’m sorry
There’s a bullet i’ve been dodging
but the net is closing in
Always the same but it's never the same way
Put a big red cross put it on my door paint it black now
face the fear it still found its way found its way in
i’m so sorry bought it in our lives i’m so sorry
from just another stat to another stat
There’s a bullet i’ve been dodging
but it's got my name on it
Always the same but it's never the same way
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8. |
Mercury Radio
04:07
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These waves are really really high.
Gravity will defy.
The moon controls them from the sky
Gravity will define.
These wings are strong enough to fly.
Gravity won’t deny.
The birds will follow in the sky,
Gravity won’t define.
Mercury Radio...
Moon running round the sun,
All around, all around.
A red ring around the south,
All around, all around.
Birds control it from their flight,
Gravity, really high.
Moon following the tide,
Gravity, won’t defy.
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9. |
Sleeping Clown
07:36
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You will know him when he comes around,
neither eyes of blue nor hair of brown,
There's the sleeping clown.
If he sees you feeling down,
has a way to help reverse your frown,
There's the sleeping clown.
A boxing champ in nighting gown,
eats and drinks like a hungry hound,
There's the sleeping clown.
A giant huge colossal mound,
describe his breadth with an endless noun,
There's the sleeping clown.
He always makes your thoughts profound,
on a loop, round and round and round and round....
There's the sleeping clown.
Hush, dare not make a sound.
Hush, dare not make a sound,
or you will...
Wake the Sleeping Clown.
Don't wake the Sleeping Clown.
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MeRaW Liverpool, UK
MeRaW (pronounced "Mirror") are Tim Grady, Phil Matthews and Phil Poole.
Begun in 2019
when Tim and Phil Poole reunited after 20 years to make their own brand of DIY rock/noise/alternative, doing it purely for the love of it. They both released two albums entirely self produced.
Phil Matthews joined MeRaW in the Summer of 2022. Now as a 3 piece, the journey continues..
... more
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