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Lyrics: Tracks from Live BBC Radio Performance on Bonus CD
Fool In The Crowd (Stuart Matthewman, Keiran Moses)
Look around the room to the centre of attraction. Your eyes come round to the fool who tries to be in on the action.
Chorus: There’s always a fool who hangs around the crowd. Trying to be cool but he always talks, he always talks too loud.
Sitting on the barstool, smoking Menthol More. Wearing tinted Lookers and spitting onto the floor.
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Bridge: He never seems to change, you’re always in his range. This world is full of foolish men. He never seems to change, you’re always in his range. This world is full of foolish men.
Sax solo
Arms around the women, reeking from the armpits. The soft lights are dimming, but he walks alone back to his digs
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Fool is me. Fool is me. Fool is me. Fool is me.
Fool.
Be What You Are (Bill McKeown, Keiran Moses)
Looking like an advert from some trendy magazine. Wearing all the smiles and hairstyles people want to see. It’s good to see that someone cares about the way they look. But you have gone to extremes and it has got you hooked. You’re looking different from how you used to but your friends can’t say. At all the parties, they try to lose you and now you’ve lost your way.
Chorus: Why don’t you be what you are? Be what you are. You’re trying too hard. Trying too hard. Just be what you are. Be what… What’s wrong with how you used to be? Why don’t you be what you are? Be what you are. You’re trying too hard. Trying too hard. Just be what you are. Be what… What’s wrong with how you used to be?
Only yesterday, you used to be one of the lads. You were popular and didn’t have to try that hard. You have put our backs up, even though you are a friend. But if you leave it much longer the wound will never mend. Try thinking different from how you do now. We shouldn’t have to say. All your new friends, they only use you, and now you’ve lost your way.
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Sax solo
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Failing Fast (Keiran Moses)
Morning falls but daylight isn’t here, spawning dogs for cancered hares who fear in floodlit halls, the floodlit falls, the pools of day – the pools are frail. Don’t ask why the poison is not dead. Flog, and smile, while Queeny smiles in bed with blonde hair gold, with blond fare sold – the pools of day, the pools are frail.
Chorus: Be mine tonight for hours, be mine tonight it flowers. I’m yours, that’s right, not power’s. I’m yours, that’s right, I’m power.
Skin me dry and salt me in the dark. Try me once and spit out sap and bark. It’s Friday night, it’s Friday light but it still yawns, it waits and mourns.
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In my arms, I hold the child of time. In my time, I’ve suffered pain and wine. Failing fast with failing grasp. Seems so dark, we seem so far apart.
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Failing fast with failing grasp. Seems so dark, we seem so far apart. Failing fast with failing grasp. Seems so dark, we seem so...
Be mine tonight for hours, be mine tonight it flowers.
Corinne (Stuart Matthewman, Keiran Moses)
Think my way and you can be alone my vision walks with me as it escorts you home. Don’t listen, I can be so peaceful. I can be deceitful.
Try your key, you’ll find it doesn’t turn: it’s useless. Stray the road and watch the hillside burn. Confucius say “Can be so peaceful”. He can be deceitful.
Chorus: Now is the time to do everything that I say. Now is the time to learn by your mistakes. Now is the time to do everything that I say. Now is the time to learn by your mistakes, Corinne.
Fold away the sheets we bought today. I promise I will leave no stone unturned again. My worries stay, but they’re so peaceful. They can be deceitful.
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Sax solo
Martin (Bill McKeown, Keiran Moses)
There is no-one like Martin, there is no-one the same. Martin’s always smiling, he really is quite sane. His mother watches Crossroads, his father digs up weeds. They’re very fond of their son, but he makes their hearts bleed.
Was it accidental? Was she pushed or did she fall? Evidence circumstantial put him inside these walls. And Martin suffers daily but he swears he can’t see why everybody blames him – he’s not that kind of guy.
Chorus: Ha ha ha ha!. Don’t you laugh at him. Ha ha ha ha!. Don’t know where he’s been. Ha ha ha ha!. Don’t you laugh at him. He’s been away. Ha ha ha ha!
Martin has been pardoned, everyone’s overjoyed. Injustice is uncovered, they’ve blamed another boy. And Martin’s mother weeps now in Martin’s father’s arms. Martin is asleep now, institution did no harm.
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Of course, he really did it. Why do you think he’s laughing. Must I be more specific? He’s guilty but reprieved. There is no-one like Martin, there is no-one the same. Martin’s always smiling, he really is insane. Ha ha ha… Ha ha ha…
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There is no-one like Martin, there is no-one the same. Martin’s always smiling, he really is insane. His mother watches Crossroads, his father digs up weeds. They’re very fond of their son, but he makes their hearts bleed.
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