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Stay of Execution
04:53
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stay of execution
the grim reaper had a busy day
found himself with a mountain of debts to pay
he was just like me
but twice as mean
on the beach the fortune teller
makes a fortune telling peoples future
she was just like me
but nice and clean
with words of elocution
avoid electrocution
a stay of execution
cannot pay the bill / changing out her will
the electioneering had made all its cuts
so the executioner has nothing but ifs and buts
no one has seeds to sow
except those on death row
i thought that i had lost my muse
but as usual it had forgotten a bit confused
no need for grass to grow
just natures high and low
with words of elocution
avoid electrocution
a stay of execution
has no seeds to sow / just natures high and low
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2. |
Slick Rick
02:50
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slick rick
the friday 3 pints and a cheap as chips chippy tea
4 pack of strong lager for 2 pounds and 99p
camp out in my flat on a mattress is ironic
get a bus to town singing feeling supersonic
with my mirror friend out to get wrecked again
Slick Rick,
Broderick,
All a dream.
out and about we encounter a random fella
come back to mine lads i’ve got a 24 deck of stella
put your blood on the monkey turning red onto amber
surreal timewarp stoned just like a period drama
i’ll be your new friend what do you recommend
next day we woke up and wondered if it had happened
or did all the boozing and blood loss make us imagine
the proof is the scar in your elbow from my drunken surgery
pulling chunks of glass out spilling blood in the takeaway
our head west we send me and my mirror friend
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3. |
Sour Grapes
03:52
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Sour Grapes
He puts his smart clothes on
And dreams of days long past, all gone
Dreaming of a time when nothing mattered much,
It was all fun.
All this time has gone by Daley Daley,
Days filled of regret now Daley Daley,
All this time,
All this time.
No choice for another Daley Daley,
Now you run for cover Daley Daley,
All this time,
All this time.
He cast his friends aside for the powder,
the good times and the sex,
A class manipulator, but he was burning up inside
with every scheme that he tried.
All just memories. Whatever happened to that vision?
He sits alone just reminiscing.
All just memories. All this time has taken it's toll.
Bloodshot eyes and the double chin grows.
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4. |
Can of Worms
02:25
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can of worms
they treat you like you’re stupid
when they see you’re not
show you you’re powerless
then when you defy that
they crush your mutiny
and you can’t fight back
the web creator opened a can of worms
the fashion designer
ripping off of grunge
but he says he aint
the prime minister
lies through his teeth
but plays vacant
the web creator opened a can of worms
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5. |
Blue Jesus
07:10
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blue jesus
as i lie in crumpled sheets i’m trying to count flies
but they are moving so fast it’s deceiving my eyes
amongst the darkening airbag it’s hard not to think
that outside he is beaming but inside about to sink
punish me banish me i am here
taking me waking me i can hear
i am near my heaven
this display is real hypnotic and this play is my hope
that at the end of the rainbow and not the end of my rope
you can find your salvation in the phrase here in
you can find me at the station on the line away from sin
punish me banish me i am here
taking me waking me i can hear
i am near my forever
and so the flies are gone now and i’m drifting off to sleep
but i’ll be sure to remember all the thoughts i want to keep
between heaven and hell i go i get high then descend
and where i put my faith in my decision never ends
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6. |
Succumbs
05:29
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succumbs
succumb to their song and to their wrong
here isn’t made for us
i know your not like me but maybe you could be
losing my faith on the bus
take attitudes away what someone must say
the shirts badge means nothing to me
so i’ll just watch it all find what i’m looking for
but there’s an inequality
its always the same when there’s a lot out
to succumb to desires of the crowd
but i don’t like it just pull me away
empathy is not a watchword today
but do you understand or are my pleas in vain
here is the classes split but no need for it
no smell of teenage spirit
go a hundred miles an hour who runs the summer shower
this is too far out of place
now writing like a trash listen to the glasses smash
potato headed like an angel
all i can do is ask you why here’s the deal now empathise
tread on water never in earth
its always the same when there’s a lot out
to succumb to desires of the crowd
but i don’t like it just pull me away
empathy is not a watchword today
but do you understand or are my pleas in vain
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7. |
Fields of Glastonbury
03:56
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fields of glastonbury
hit my head roll your head your rolling tongue
there’s so much we can throw so much we can throw up
watching us as in his mirror the yellow line
the sound in my ear what else will we throw up
what have you done with us
pour us in the front seat
you go to sleep wake up again and all the time
blistered paper cuts you're on your own
miles away from here is too close for comfort
what is that you say what did you say
it’s a smile on his face
and its miles that i resent
roll your head a different manor roll your brain
with the right manor house on the hill
watch my head what is it at following the illness
who’s with you clung to this one
colours of the bathroom
the spotlight i don’t want
colours of the kitchen
the spotlight that i don’t want
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8. |
Paid to Play
03:42
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paid to play
when i was just a small boy
my mum told something to me
there’s enough money in the world
but it’s not shared out fairly
you see there is this greedy few
who all want more than they need
leaving the rest of us with nothing
and these words always stuck with me
if you can take defeat you never get paid to play
if you can take the heat you know your gonna fade away
it makes me sad after all this time
that nothing’s changed it’s still the same
the elitist fascist thatchers of the world
are the ones to blame
the right wing is the wrong thing
and can’t be allowed to prevail
cos if it does and we don’t learn
society is bound to fail
if you can take defeat you never get paid to play
if you can take the heat you know your gonna fade away
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9. |
Keyboard Warrior
10:50
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Keyboard Warrior
Twitter is my daily voice,
Echoes with my vitriol,
Screaming into a void,
I can't be placated.
So I HATE
HATE STUFF
HATE SOME MORE
From the keyboard.
I cry and die a bit each night,
But I won't tell you here,
I suffered enough,
Can't bear no more tears.
It makes me feel so powerful,
Hiding behind my screen,
Invisible invincible,
I'll fight as I can't be seen.
Now I'm alone on my PC,
With no more tears left to blub,
Time to turn off Twitter,
And spank it off on PornHub.
Troll the Trollers
Hate the Haters
Keyboard Warriors
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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..
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