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Temptation
03:50
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We don't need no caution, the course is run and dry.
Lead us not from temptation but the waiting for our demise.
They'll give you anything that you could ever wish to buy.
It don't mean anything to fill the pit which holds you deep inside.
They say you gotta take the load, it takes its toll to lead you from behind.
Cracking at the whip. Shelled nuts in the cuts it took to bleed your body dry.
You're fading away, yet no fate can replace.
We don't need no seconds, just the one for the road.
Lead us not from temptation but the aching of our souls.
They'll tell you anything to keep you sitting by the fire.
It don't mean anything, it makes no sense to set yourself aside.
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The Boy who cried Wolf
03:05
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Could you spare a thought, or maybe two
For the poor little boy with the ragged shoes.
And if you'd care to ask about this life he has
Not once looked back on how to grasp.
And then it comes to this, a cold, subtle chill as the blossom kissed my eye, Oh, what a wonderful world.
How could it of come to this? I didn't think I could but if I would then I wouldn't' have guessed on all of this beautiful world.
'Cos you know it's a beautiful world.
No regrets and no reply you poor your heart out but still your lies won't suffice.
No regrets and no reply, all you're left with is the fight to survive.
Could you lend a hand to help start the band,
The wayward poet and his home bound friend.
And if you'd like to dance. Me, given half the chance
I'd quote the souls of old and passed.
And then it comes to this, a cold, subtle chill as you're tredging through the mist, now where's that wonderful world.
How could it've come to this, I didn't really mind but now I'm kind've getting pissed all the time in awe of this wonderful world.
'Cos you know it's a wonderful world.
Chorus
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Slim Pickings
03:18
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The Lovecheat
04:07
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We've been travelling along this road so long now,
And it don't seem to be getting us nowhere.
Said have you seen my tether's tattered feet, displaying tales of ecstasy, They'll walk right through your open door.
But I don't belong here, anymore.
I wanted to get back to my home sweet homestead,
But I met that poor fair maiden and now I'm gone.
Says "Have you seen my lazy, longing eyes, they'll sing you tales of lullabies, and into my arms you'll come begging for more"
But I don't belong here anymore.
So, how will we get there, behind the silk and garments that you wear
In the boudoir, whilst I ain't got a stitch to wear.
And my saviour lies poor and squandered on his kin.
And the wager says I'm out hanging on a limb.
We've been travelling along this road so long now,
And the path begins to trickle out past hope.
Said have you seen my sacred aliby, it fobs you off with the reason I can't leave past the ropes and the oar.
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Roving on
03:06
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When at sea we pass easily, then the land comes into sight.
Fleeing east from known enemies, to celebrate the coming of your life.
We roam high, low roving on towards the better side.
High, low roving on towards the better side,
'Cos it's better than not, it's better than what you've got.
It's better than not, it's better than that.
When we leave taking one for the road
And the lantern sheds its light.
Passing time with known alibis,
To consummate the marriage of two minds.
Chorus
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Thompson Crowley Adelaide, Australia
After many years wandering around Britain in campervans, tents; on bikes; with prams, bags, buggies, I now find myself in Spain, preparing to flee to Australia. I'll be leaving behind the bands I created in London and Edinburgh, such as: The Rum Deals, The Patches & The Fed Peasants. Read about my adventures here: www.facebook.com/athomeinthebushes And for me, well, something new is coming... ... more
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