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House Jam (intro)
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Well they're Gonna send me back to the farm, up in New York State
Well they're Gonna send me back to the farm, up in New York State
Well they're gonna send me back alright,
Cause Bigby won't let me stay the night
And I ain't going back to the farm
The Big Bad Wolf is gonna blow My house to the Ground
The Big Bad Wolf is gonna blow My house to the Ground
The Big Bad wolf is gonna blow
and he's Gonna take my life in tow
and I ain't going back to the farm
When I get back to the farm, What do I see?
When I get back to the farm, What do I see?
Well The Three Pigs think I've done em wrong
and I'm getting looks from Brother Blonde
and I ain't going back to the Farm
And Bigby's a friend of mine,
but I'm not gonna last the night
and I ain't going back to the farm
Nothing is quite what it seems
and I GUESS I'M GONNA HAUNT YOUR DREAMS
and I ain't going back to the Farm
No I ain't going back to the Farm
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For someone I ain't seen in months
you're everywhere
Going about my day,
Then I stop and stare
I've Trinkets and T-shirts
and stories on TV
My mind is not a pretty place to be
And I'm trying to get some sleep
Work out the myth to get me through the week
It's Harder that it seems
I'll see you in me dreams
Trying stop liking the same things that
you do
I'm lost and found,
like to think I'm over you
Maybe I'm not, but I wanna be
Cause without you
I'm a better me
And I'm trying to get some sleep
Work out the myth to get me through the week
It's Harder that it seems
I'll see you in me dreams
And I'm trying to get some sleep
Work out the myth to get me through the week
It's Harder that it seems
I'll see you in me dreams
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Number one was the cold night,
when I gambled our money away
Two was the time when I played around town
with another lady
and Baby you’re leaving,
leaving me here on the side of the road,
Baby you’re leaving, and I’m wondering
how I’m gonna get myself home,
Oh, baby you’re leaving,
what will it take to make you turn around?
And stop yourself from leaving,
cos I’m done waiting now
You said a lot of pretty things, and they made sense in your mind
And there was a time when I thought they were true, cos you never lied
But somewhere along the way, you started playing games
And now all I got is this whiskey bottle and a cigarette filled ashtray
Baby you’re leaving,
leaving me here on the side of the road,
Baby you’re leaving, and I’m wondering
how I’m gonna get myself home,
Oh, baby you’re leaving,
what will it take to make you turn around?
And stop yourself from leaving,
cos I’m done waiting now
These are the reasons,
after only just a few short seasons,
My baby wants to call it a day,
and throw our love away
Baby you’re leaving,
leaving me here on the side of the road,
Baby you’re leaving, and I’m wondering
how I’m gonna get myself home,
Oh, baby you’re leaving,
what will it take to make you turn around?
And stop yourself from leaving,
cos I’m done waiting now
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I think that I first wrote this song in 2009
I got a taste for apathy, and songs were simpler then
as long as you included the phrase ‘Hitchin Town’
Now I want a way to find some peace
Something bitter, Something Sweet
Some way out Wes and some Community
What brings out this tired Pastiche
Of 90’s/00’s RnB
With shades of TFoTC
Are we done yet cause I’m done with the reasons
Cause I’m holding up and Holding out for Feelings
Cause I tried to find my concrete life in a forest by the beach
Babe is that too real?
Are we done yet cause I’m done with the reasons
Cause I’m holding up and Holding out for Feelings
Cause I tried to find my concrete life in a forest by the beach
Babe is that too real?
(what slow Jam have you ever heard end?)
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Gotta get out of this quite little suburb
Gotta see the sea
Gotta get out of this quite little suburb
Gotta see the sea
Gotta start a new bit of my life
Cause this can’t be all there is to be
Gonna escape my little life,
Gonna find a forest and beach
Gonna chop down wood and live in a cave or a cabin
Find a place by the sea
That’s where I’m goin’ that’s where I’m goin’
Leave it all behind
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Don’t know if I should laugh,
Don’t know If I should cry
Don’t Know if I should laugh
Don’t know if I should cry
But I need you to do this one thing for me
I need you
to take me down to the waterside
take me down to the waterside
take me down to the waterside
Don’t know if I should run
Don’t know if I should hide
Don’t know if I should run
Don’t know if I should hide
But I need you to do this one thing for me
I need you
to take me down to the waterside
take me down to the waterside
take me down to the waterside
I need you to leave the past behind
I need you
I need you to leave it all behind
I need you
I need you to forget those lies
I need you
to take me down to the waterside
take me down to the waterside
take me down to the waterside
The waterside
The waterside
The water
Side
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I’m talking about you and me
every second every hour
I’m getting sick of my own words
I’m nothing but a liar
I’ve been think about times gone
next time I’ll do it better
I’ve been playing tunes and writing songs
They all seem to be letters
To you
To you
I’m writing letters to you
To you
To you
I’m writing letters to you
When I’m stuck in my head and I’m feeling dead
and I don’t know what else to do
I’m writing letters to you
I’m talking about you and me
every second every hour
I’m getting sick of my own words
I’m nothing but a liar
I’ve been think about times gone
This time I’ll do it better
I’ve been playing tunes and writing songs
They all seem to be letters
To you
To you
I’m writing letters to you
To you
To you
I’m writing letters to you
When I’m stuck in my head and I’m feeling dead
and I don’t know what else to do
I’m writing letters to you
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Me and my baby
I’m bad to her, she’s bad to me
Me and my baby
I’m bad to her, she’s bad to me
She’s from the other side of the tracks
and she’s my only company
Well my baby from the other side of the tracks
she steals my money all the time
Well my baby from the other side of the tracks
she steals my money all the time
But I don’t give a damn
Cause she makes me feel
So damn fine
Well my baby from the other side of the tracks
I think she see’s other men
Well my baby from the other side of the tracks
I know she see’s other men
But I know she’s mine
All mine
From about quarter to four to half past ten
(take it away!)
Well my baby from the other side of the tracks
The other day, she came to see me
Well my baby from the other side of the tracks
The other day she came to see me
But she was mown down
by the Peterbro’ train, at 23:23
Oh!
They put her in a hole in the ground
I’m pretty sure she aint coming back
2 foot wide, 6 foot long, 6 foot deep
I’m pretty sure she aint coming back
But I know she’s watching over for me
my baby from from the other side of the tracks
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No Shoes, No Service
07:12
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I’m not saying things ain’t going my way
But at the moment, it seems that way
It doesn’t matter to me
But I know who I’m gonna be\
Well i’m gonna get on a train, that get’s in at 10:24
First class ticket to london town
when I walk out that door
Everyone thinks its’ crazy
But I got a plan
Cause I finally know who I wanna be
and I’m my own man
I done with wasting this hallway
and I’m gonna take the next train
take me somewhere I don’t know
Just as long as it’s far away from home
There’s a place I’m gonna be
Come this friday you can find me on denmark street
It’s there I’m gonna find myself an old battered guitar
and you can find me
on my travel near far
Oh dammit! I seem to have broken my guitar string
and I haven’t got a penny, to get another packet
Of cigarettes,
To calm my mind
To feel the life
I need that buzz in my life
Excuse me, Mr. please
could you lend me 50p
So I can Get myself a cup of tea
and a place to call my own
(PISS OFF!)
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