1. |
Knuckle Down
04:20
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I wake up everyday,
Wishing life away,
Knuckle down and drink it up,
I aim to misbehave.
In the summer haze,
Losing track of days,
Knuckle up and drink it down,
And never be afraid.
Everybody tells you,
You’ve got to be a man,
But men are weak for dirty sheets,
And taking other’s land.
Everybody wants to,
Be a pirate, be a king,
Escape the pain the pouring rain,
And begin again.
Take away my love, hide away my pride.
The children of the night,
Always want to fight,
And rid themselves of anything,
Until the morning light.
The creature of my sin,
Will let the devil in.
I’ll walk this town of burnt out sounds,
Where I will never win.
Can it be, can it be,
That the horizon will make me whole?
Can it be, can it be,
That it will lead me home?
Take away my love, hide away my pride.
Take away my love, hide away my pride.
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2. |
Never Ender Party Bender
04:39
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I want to get off my face,
Drink lots of beer in the chase,
For the antidote to all my problems,
You bet we’re gonna solve them.
Please help me, find that sweet release.
Why won’t you party with me?
Keep drinking whiskey for free.
Don’t you know that we are never stopping?
Gotta keep this party popping.
I will go on endlessly.
Look at me a broken man,
No heroes, no gods, no master plan.
I will scour the earth, do what I can.
You can't save my soul, ‘cause I’m already dead.
I’m like a disease,
Drink, smoke whatever I please.
Don’t you know this night is never ending,
And the dawn is nowhere to be found.
It doesn’t matter when you’re dead in the ground.
Look at me a broken man,
No heroes, no gods, no master plan.
I will scour the earth, do what I can.
You can't save my soul, ‘cause I’m already dead.
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3. |
Zelda's Not A Tory
04:01
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Drink up my dear, this is barely living,
More whiskey, more beer, more shits to be giving.
More mayhem, more wars, more lies you’ve been sold.
You can dig your own grave, if you wrap your heart in gold.
Gold, gold, wrap your heart in gold.
Leave the stories left untold.
Gold, wrap you heart in gold.
Leave the stories left untold.
I’m sorry my dear, it’s one thing after another.
More lives disappear, more sisters, more brothers.
More bullets, more bombs, more shutout in the cold.
Who’ll dig your grave if you wrap your heart in gold?
Gold, gold, wrap your heart in gold.
Leave the stories left untold.
Gold, wrap you heart in gold.
Leave the stories left untold.
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4. |
Box Wine Pt. 2
05:13
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You and me have, history.
To prove, with ya dude,
Just get it down ya ladies and get in the mood, yeah.
Me and you, silky and smooth.
It’s free, easy,
Just get into the groove and drink all the booze, yeah.
When you see them laughing,
It’s just because you’re sad.
Just bite the apple,
It’ll be the best fun you’ve ever had.
Well there’s no more living time,
When your sucking out the drips of the last of the box wine.
If you’re feeling fine and yeah you got that time.
(Ooo, getting down to the last of the box wine)
Then make it to the morning and open them eyes.
(Ooo, getting down to the last of the box wine)
Him and her, which,
Do you prefer?
Plain to see, gets hazy.
Just get in to the moment don’t get up and leave, yeah.
Her and him, pretty grim.
Stop the show, time to go,
Because I’ve gone way too far not to know.
When you see them laughing,
It’s just because you’re sad.
Just bite the apple,
It’ll be the best fun you’ve ever had.
Well there’s no more living time,
When your sucking out the drips of the last of the box wine.
If you’re feeling fine and yeah you got that time.
(Ooo, getting down to the last of the box wine)
Then make it to the morning and open them eyes.
(Ooo, getting down to the last of the box wine)
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5. |
Sad Clown
02:35
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I am dystopian, lost in serotonin.
I need a laugh, I need a crowd pleaser.
I am on fire, lacking desire.
The sertraline makes it all too clean.
What’s the point of a dance if it isn’t with you?
What’s the point of a world where nothing is true?
What’s a sad, sad clown supposed to do?
I am a ritalin, riddlin’ mess.
The creme de la creme of my sunday best.
My, my, my mystery, why do you laugh at me?
You might as well rip the heart right out of my chest.
What’s the point of a sad clown dancing with you?
When everybody else has something to prove.
What’s this autophobic fool supposed to do?
Will you laugh when I cry?
Will you sing when I die?
Will you laugh when I cry?
(Will you laugh when he cries, will you sign when he dies
Will you laugh when he cries, oh Mr Bubbles wants to play)
Will you sing when I die?
(Will you laugh when he cries, will you sign when he dies
Will you laugh when he cries, oh Mr Bubbles wants to play)
Mr Bubbles wants to, Mr Bubbles want to,
Mr Bubbles want to play.
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6. |
Avec Kebab
04:05
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Qu’est ce que c’est ? Pourquoi dois-je suivre la nuit?
Je veux dire que c’est pour les femmes, mais non...
C’est le kebab.
Je désire la graisse, la carcasse, le cartilage...
Dans la vielle ville de Par
I was walking around, drunk in old Paris town,
When my stomach did shake and my expression frown.
I could taste on my face the smell of tasty treats.
Intoxicating and excitingly sweet.
So off on my tod searching along the street,
Increasing in flavour incredible meat.
Distracted, reacted, a fine pair of teet,
A fit courtesan, with a banging physique.
In old Paris town, old Paris town.
She came to my feet and bonjour she did greet.
I had to decide between teet and the meat.
Bonsoir monsieur, no merci madame.
I just need to get to that takeaway van.
She tried to lead me away, taking my hand.
I pulled away I needed donor of lamb.
No thank you madame, I don’t want a shag.
I just want a pitta bread, avec kebab.
In old Paris town, old Paris town.
Enfin, dans la centre-ville, j’ai trouvé mon seul désir...
Kebab
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7. |
Get Me Out Of Here
04:10
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Get me out of here,
Get me out of here.
So eating my time wasn’t enough,
You killed off the kingdom when push came to shove.
When shattered in silence the ghost of your name,
The person you are now would put me to shame.
You put it on hold, then hung up the phone.
You’re making good progress to being alone.
You can’t catch a break and it’s making you sick.
For goodness sake get out you know how to swm.
Get me out of here.
I’ve been here too long, get me out of here.
The person you’ve become, needs to disappear.
I’ve been here too long, so get me, get me out of here.
I drank down the poison to keep you at bay.
The words that we’ve written are all that we say.
If hot coals are painful, it’s worth every burn,
Your ego has misled you wrong at every turn.
I want it all, (I want it all)
I want it all, (The rise and fall)
Like the voice of the dead on your soul we will call.
What is the answer? What is your name?
I am not to blame.
Get me out of here.
I’ve been here too long, get me out of here.
The person you’ve become, needs to disappear.
I’ve been here too long, so get me, get me out of here.
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8. |
Flagship
05:19
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The flagship set sail through the storm’s lonely gale.
The rain beats out backs and the beasts on our tail.
My love left behind, in whiskey and wine.
The beasts on our tail, the foul, mighty white whale.
The flagships now lost, the breach has been crossed.
The mighty foul beast out the sea has been tossed.
My love left behind, in whiskey and wine.
This beast shall find rapture, his heart shall be mine.
There is only, obsession and the sea.
What waits for me?
Now, we’ve reached our final call.
The impossible.
Now, just as new life begins,
We will fight, fight, fight, fight ‘til the end.
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9. |
Home
01:13
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When all of the world is gone,
There will still be laughter and song.
Hold me in your darkest hour,
For the night is cold and long.
Every root and every flower,
Still belongs within the earth.
Breaking into barren lands,
Now’s the time for rebirth.
Take me by the hand,
Lead me home.
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10. |
Gallows
03:55
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The life I lead caught up with me,
Locked up away I cannot breathe,
Without the sea breeze calling me,
I cannot feel, I am not free.
The tide rolls in, the sun is blinding,
Burning through and ever binding.
Return my bones into the sea,
Only then will I be free.
If my life ceases to be,
It will end in misery,
When the world falls from my feet,
Return my bones into the sea.
And if I am an evil man,
Then my soul is surely damned.
Return my bones into the sea,
Only then will I be free.
Return my bones into the sea,
Only then will I be free.
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It was late one night and the stars were bright,
And the spaced rum bottle was dry.
A mighty roar, tentacles and claws,
The black-hole kraken in sight.
So hop aboard the White Dwarf,
And raise them solar sails.
We gonna catch us a monster boys,
Our might holy grail.
So fire, fire the cannons boys off the starboard bow,
Wipe the sweat from your brow,
We got this foul creature now.
Cap-i-tan Star Beard fires his lasers to the eyes,
Kraken screams and he cries,
As he fears for his life.
Well I’ve got a twist in my soul,
As we tumble into the black hole.
As time and cosmos tries to erase,
The space pirates, pirates in space.
Pirates in, pirates in, pirates in, pirates in, pirates in,
Pirates in, pirates in, pirates in, pirates in, pirates in,
Pirates in, pirates in, pirates in, pirates in, pirates in space.
Your faith in your friends is yours!
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12. |
The Devil's Interlude
03:56
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Won’t you take me down to that devil’s place?
We’ve got to get out of this town and find the human race.
Roaming and roaming until we come back with nothing,
Running and running until we find that something.
Something that makes me feel alive,
Makes me feel alive.
I’m tired of being this way, the symbol of despair.
I want to feel my soul burn and live without a care.
Cast out alone and reduced down to nothing,
When I had wings I felt like I was something.
Something that made me feel alive,
Made me feel alive.
Cast out and all alone,
You kick me while I’m down,
Take a good look around,
We’re lost, but I am ready to be found.
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Imprints Bristol, UK
Imprints are a gypsy/pirate/folk-rock band based in Bristol. The band are made up of Andy Truckle (vocals & guitar) and Vince Martin (violin & vocals), Annie Wright (Vocals), Tom Cornwall (drums & vocals) and Tom Bangham (bass). Imprints provide a high-octane, frantic yet focused spin on the current folk-rock genre. ... more
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